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“You came in here looking like that and I’m gonna ask you again. Was it Coach?”

“You’re insane.”

“Probably.” I tilt my head. “Look down, Fisher.”

“I’mnot?—”

“Not at me. At yourself.”

Her eyes drop. Confusion first. Then her whole face goes scarlet and her hands fly to the front of her shorts.

“Fuck.”

A dark patch sits dead center of the gray fabric, generous enough that there’s no pretending it’s sweat. I bite the inside of my cheek and fail to keep the grin off my face.

“Yeah. That’s what I thought.”

“Cruz,” she warns.

“Coach had his hands on you?”

She lets out a noise that’s half laugh, half groan, and drags both palms down her face. “We were practicing clinch work. Pummeling drills, dirty boxing from the over-under. That’s it. He just. God, he was so close.”

I smirk. “And your pussy went swimming.”

“Stoptalkinglike that.”

“Why? Honest words for an honest situation.” I take another step. She doesn’t back up. “Hot fighter girl walks into the men’s room with damp shorts and a wild look. I’m just connecting the dots.”

She finally looks at my dick. Full on. Stares for a beat too long before tearing her eyes away and turning toward the door.

“I’m leaving.”

“Not so fast.”

I cross the space in two strides and catch her wrist before her hand makes it to the handle. Gentle. Loose enough shecould pull away if she wanted. She doesn’t. Her pulse jackrabbits under my thumb.

“Cruz.”

“You came in here for a reason.”

“Byaccident.”

“Maybe.” I dip my head. “But your mistake has my dick hard, sweetheart. And your problem has your shorts soaked through. Feels like the universe wants us to help each other out.”

Her breath hitches.

“This is a bad idea. We can’t?—”

“Can’t what?”

“You’re.” She gestures vaguely at all of me. “And I’m… I work with you. You’re on my team. I don’t…”

“You don’t what?”

She doesn’t finish the sentence. Her tongue darts out and wets her bottom lip, and that’s the moment I know. She wants this. She wants this so bad her body’s already given the answer her mouth’s stalling on.

“You into guys, Cruz?” she asks.