Chapter Eighty

Sienna

There it is. America's finest ass, I thought.

I shook my head to clear my thoughts as I stared at Eric's ass. What a fine fucking ass indeed. He could fuck me all day and I wouldn't complain.

I watched him, seeing those joggers of his contort along with his movements and then he leaned over and the fabric stretched, showcasing his muscular ass. I had run my hands over it plenty of times. Fuck, what was even wrong with me?

I had arrived back in America just now and I was absolutely exhausted. I didn't know if that was because I was pregnant or maybe it was because I was just tired. In fact, I didn't know a lot of things. I knew that I needed to do some research.

I crossed my arms as I watched him stand back up and wipe his face with a towel. Sweat glistened on his body as his back muscles flexed. He was working out in his gym, and it was a sight I had seen plenty of times. In fact, sometimes we worked out together, but usually, he would get competitive and so would I, so we di