I am the boss in the boardroom, but this is his gym "My shoulders need a massage," I said, challenging him to disagree. "Not from where I'm standing." His hand reached between my legs, pressing through my shorts and panties. "I know exactly what you need." Until Rock, I've always been the one in control. Until Rock, I've always been the one to walk away. Until Rock, my body never knew what it had been missing. "You don't play fair," I whispered, wondering how I ended up starring in my own sports romance. He pressed his fingers harder and I gasped as he growled, "What's not fair is you walking into my gym, wearing this, and thinking you'll walk out of here with it still in one piece." Will boss lady, Grace, meet her match in Rock? Or will he demand she train hard and play harder to get her reward? Previously published as steamy romance 'Pounded at the Gym' by Dilana Rose