Stan pulled the Audi into the parking lot of Peak University's athletic complex. The morning sun glinted off the glass walls of the modern gym building as he stepped out, duffel bag slung over one shoulder.
The distant sounds of sneakers squeaking and balls bouncing echoed from inside. Practice was already in full swing.
He had barely taken a few steps toward the entrance when he spotted Sophie.
She was standing near the side entrance in full cheerleading gear, the outfit leaving very little to the imagination.
The cropped white-and-gold top hugged her torso like a second skin, the fabric stretching taut across her full, heavy breasts and creating a deep, enticing cleavage that jiggled subtly with every small movement.
The crop top ended just below her ribs, teasingly exposing a tantalizing strip of smooth, feminine stomach; flat, flawless, and impossibly inviting.
