" I hate cardio anyway. Let’s go work on your dick.” When Panther’s eyes rounded, I put my hand over my lips. “Did I say your dick? I meant your strength. Easy mistake.”
“Or you’re just easy in general.”
“Something I’m pretty sure you won’t be complaining about as soon as you get your”—I lowered my eyes below the waistband of his shorts—“strength back.”
“Quit it,” Panther muttered, but when I raised my eyes back to his, he licked at his lower lip.
“Or?”
“Or you and everyone else in this gym is going to see which part of my body needs zero help in the rehabilitation department.”
I chuckled but let it go for now, because if I kept up with this line of conversation, Panther wouldn’t be the only one announcing what kind of workout he was interested in doing—and news flash, it had nothing to do with the equipment in this gym. "

― Ella Frank , Need for Speed (The Elite, #2)