Jace

Jace leans in behind her as she struggles with her deadlifts.

“Back straight,” he murmurs, voice brushing her ear. “Hips out — like that.”

His hand hovers — not touching, just close enough to feel like fire.

She glances at him through the mirror.

“You watching my form or just watching me?”

He grins, slow and shameless. “Both. But I charge extra for motivation like this.”