Brixton Hill Blaze

Marcus had failed the physical assessment twice. One more failure and his firefighting dreams were over. That's when the station assigned him to Adaora.

She was legendary at Brixton station—Nigerian-born, built like an Amazon, could lift more than most of the men. Her thick body was pure muscle and curve, a contradiction that made her uniform look like a dare.

"You're weak," she said simply after watching him struggle. "But weak can be fixed. You willing to work?"

"Whatever it takes."

"Those are dangerous words. Be careful what you promise."

Three weeks of brutal training. Early mornings, late nights, muscles screaming. Adaora pushed him harder than anyone ever had.

But there was something else—something in the way she watched him, corrected him, let her hands linger during demonstrations.

One night, after a particularly grueling session, she cornered him in the empty gym.

"You're getting stronger. I'm impressed."

"Thanks to you."

"I'm not done with you yet." Her eyes held something new. "Come to the training tower. Midnight. Alone."

The training tower was dark except for emergency lights. Adaora waited at the top, wearing her uniform pants and just a sports bra, her muscular body gleaming.

"Final test," she said. "Carry me down. Like a rescue."

"You're heavier than the dummies."

"That's the point." She moved close. "But first, show me your stamina."

She kissed him hard, pressing him against the wall. Her strength matched his now—maybe exceeded it.

"I've wanted this," she admitted, pulling at his shirt. "Watched you get stronger every day and wanted to see how strong."

"Is this part of training?"

"This is graduation."

She climbed him like he was a ladder, her thick thighs gripping his waist. He held her easily now—three weeks of training paying off.

"Take me. Here. Now."

He took her against the tower wall, her legs wrapped around him, her moans echoing through the empty structure. She was demanding, fierce, exactly like her training.

"Harder! Like you mean it!"

They moved from the wall to the floor, from the floor to the equipment, her thick body taking everything he gave and demanding more. She came screaming, then pushed him down and rode him to another climax.

"You pass," she gasped. "Definitely pass."

He still had to take the official test, but now he knew he'd ace it. Adaora had built him into something new.

"What happens now?" he asked. "After graduation?"

"We work together. Fight fires together." She kissed him slowly. "And after hours, we do this. Often."

"Is that allowed?"

"We'll be discreet." She climbed on top of him again. "But I'm not giving this up. Not now that I've trained you properly."

His Brixton Hill blaze had forged him in fire. And Marcus was ready to burn with her forever.