"Oh my God, Diego, fuck." Okay, that was neither quiet -- it wasn't especially loud, either, but definitely not, like, whispered -- nor was it something that could be explained with, 'Oh yeah we both just really like to exercise!' if someone overheard.

And while Annie was far from expending any energy on worrying about that right now, she still had her priorities in order enough to bury her face against his shoulder before she called further verbal attention to the situation.

But you know what she could do without making any noise at all? Knot her fingers in his hair and give an answering tug as the rhythm of her hips lost some of its steadiness. It was for everyone's benefit, okay?