“I have lots of stamina,” Mateo says, waggling his eyebrows. “I know. I heard,” I laugh. I step back, laughing harder at his pout. “I’m not fucking you for the first time in the gym.” I take off toward the shower. “Who said you would be fucking me?” Mateo calls out. “Maybe I plan on fucking you!” “I didn’t say you wouldn’t be!” I yell back. Mateo’s groan of frustration echoes through the gym.
