Chapter 86 My Hot Coach (6)

The five-minute breather felt like a tease, barely enough time to catch my breath before Derek’s voice cut through the gym again, sharp and commanding. “Alright, ladies, break’s over! Let’s keep the energy up—jumping jacks, go!” He clapped his hands, his tank top was soaked now, sticking to his chest like a second skin, and his blue eyes were already scanning us, landing on me more than once. My pulse kicked up, and not just from the workout. The way he looked at me—like he was undressing me with his eyes—had my skin buzzing, my purple training suit feeling tighter than everr. I stepped into position, my white sneakers squeaking on the mat as I started the jumping jacks. My arms pumped, my tits bouncing with every move, the neckline of my suit dipping low enough to show off just enough cleavage. Sweat slicked my skin, dripping down my neck, and my ass popped in the mirror with every jump, the fabric hugging me like it was made for this moment. I could feel the gym’s eyes on me, but Derek’s were the ones that mattered. He stood a few feet away, arms crossed, his gaze heavy, lingering on my body like he was memorizing every curve.