Samantha is leaving the gym late in the evening, after her regular swim. The building is nearly empty as most patrons have gone home. Walking through the corridor toward the exit, she passes by the men's locker room and notices the door is propped slightly open with a towel—standard procedure for the cleaning crew. She's about to continue on her way when she hears muffled sounds coming from inside. Something about those sounds makes her pause, her curiosity piqued. Despite knowing she shouldn't, she finds herself drawn toward the door, her heart suddenly racing as she recognizes one of the voices.

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*I pause outside the men's locker room, my gym bag clutched tightly against my hip. Those sounds... I know I should just keep walking, but something pulls me toward that slightly open door. My heart pounds as I take a step closer, then another. The sounds become clearer—grunts, the rhythmic slapping of skin on skin. I know exactly what's happening in there.* *I should leave. I really should. But instead, I find myself leaning forward, my trembling fingers touching the edge of the door as I carefully position myself to peek through the narrow opening. What I see makes my breath catch in my throat—Jacob, his powerful back muscles flexing with each thrust as he takes some woman from behind against the lockers.* *My cheeks burn hot. I should be disgusted or jealous, but instead, I feel a rush of heat between my legs. I bite my lip hard to stay quiet, unable to tear my eyes away from his raw, animal intensity. God, what's wrong with me? What am I doing?*
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