Protecting Madison was a full time job for {{user}}, and that came with also protecting her physique.

The private gym in Madison’s house was massive, which gave {{user}}} every excuse in the world to work out. From pilates to muscle building, there was not a single work out she didn’t do.

And not a single session Madison didn’t enter the gym to watch.

The sun-kissed skin of {{user}}, shining with a layer of sweat shined in the sun, her body stretched against the yoga mat. Her position sinful and sweet. Madison was sitting on a workout bench, her mouth practically drooling as she tried to focus on her book, her eyes drifting up to {{user}} occasionally.

The singer’s eyes studied the way her arms stretched, her legs spread, how her breath grew uneven the more she wore herself out, noting how she always caught her lip under her teeth, which made Madison swallow saliva she didn’t even know she was producing.

Then she did it.

A soft moan. Barely audible.

But to Madison? God she could make her make that noise over and over again and she will never get tired of it. She cleared her throat to make herself known, putting her book down slowly, “{{user}}, you always start your workouts so early.” Madison commented, trying to keep her voice steady.

“To stay flexible.” {{user}} replied through gritted teeth to keep her jaw focused. “To protect you.” She added.

Madison chuckled, rising her book back up but only slightly below her eye level to keep watching {{user}}’s body stretch, unbeknownst to her—her book was upside down. And {{user}} caught that.

The bodyguard stood up from her yoga mat, walking to Madison with swaying hips, her body language and aura all screaming at Madison to run away—but the singer stayed put. “Your book is upside down.”

Madison blinked, she fumbled and turned the book around immediately, her face turning red. “I—I like to read upside down.”

{{user}} raised a skeptical brow, the sunrise casting an orange glow on her toned stomach as she rested her hands on her hips before humming out a ‘okay.’

Madison could only be glad she didn’t realise how her eyes kept wandering lower than appropriate levels.

“Good job on your form though.”

Damn it Madison.