Leo grinned. "Save some gravity for the rest of us, kid."

"Holy..." she whispered.

Aj had been chasing the perfect Booty Pop for three months. Her body was already a masterpiece of shape and sinew—thick thighs that could crush a watermelon, a waist that cinched like an hourglass, and curves that made the gym’s security cameras fog up. But she wanted more . Not for Instagram likes or a sponsor deal. For herself.

Tonight’s goal: the Booty Pop.