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I keep my eyes on Jamie, my punches coming out strong, my breathing consistent as I twist and turn, alternating between jabs and uppercuts, then bringing in a knee strike to surprise him.
The door of the gym opens and out the corner of my eye, I see Benji approaching with someone behind him. Which is unusual, since we are currently closed. I continue to dance around the ring, throwing punches and taking some too, and in between it all, I quickly look over and see her. I’m shocked for a moment, not sure why she is here. But from my second’s-long glances while dodging Jamie’s punches, I somehow relax.
I like that she is in my space again.
Every time I see her, she looks beautiful and today is no exception. A black pencil skirt and white shirt flattering her every curve, and those sexy as fuck black high heels elongating her already long legs. I may be in the ring, dancing around my opponent, but my eyes are firmly on her.
I look up and down her body, before I settle on her face. Her eyes pierce mine, and I give her a wink before I go back and focus on Jamie, now with renewed enthusiasm.
I can spot her flinching each time I take a hit. I don’t even feel them, though. I am used to the bashing my body takes.
“Time!” Benji yells, and Jaime and I stop, hitting gloves. I don’t hesitate to jump through the ropes and stride over to where Benji and Cat are standing.
“I called Doc to come and take out your stitches and look at your ribs,” Benji says as my eyes remain on her, and I try to catch my breath. My eyebrows shoot up. I had no idea he called her, but looking at her now, I am sure glad he did.
“I’m fine.” I sigh, waving him off, and he leaves us to return to the front desk.
“I’m here now, so I might as well take a look, make sure your heart is still beating.” I smile at her sassy tone.
“Oh, my heart is beating, all right.” I hide my smirk as I see her eyebrows shoot up at how direct I am. Grabbing her hand, I pull her along with me, the need to touch her thrumming through my body once again. How can any man be near a woman like this and not want to touch her? “Let’s go to the clinic, though. That’ll be a better place for you to work.”
One of the things I made sure to build when constructing this gym is a medic center. Something small but professional where I can get cleaned, iced, and taped up during training, but more so somewhere that the kids can come and be looked after with any of their medical needs. Many don’t have healthcare, many don’t even have a doctor, so kids turn up all the time needing help with one thing or another. The problem is finding medical staff. Working here at the gym, helping kids with small ailments, is not really what a medical professional wants to do, so I have a great new clinic, but no doctor. Something I am trying to rectify.
“This is amazing,” Cat says as I pull her through the door, closing it behind us. She stands still at the entrance and looks around at everything like she is in a museum.
“I built it for the kids, so they have somewhere to go for medical assistance,” I say as I watch her. “We need a doctor, if you know of anyone?” I can’t help but tease a little. “Unless you want the job?” There is no way in hell someone of her calibre would work here, but I am interested to hear what she says.
She walks around the space, taking in all the equipment and products. Hopefully impressed, since everything in here is of the highest quality. When she stops and looks at me over her shoulder, my eyes are already on her. And from her sharp intake of breath, I think she notices. “I think it would be great, but I heard the boss is too tough,” she replies with one eyebrow raised and a dazzling smile.
“I think he turns to mush when he sees you,” I mumble out, not sure if she heard me or not.
“You need to be careful, Carter. You tell me that you are a dangerous man, but with all these good deeds you do, people will start to think you are a nice guy.”
The room feels smaller with the two of us in it, and the electricity we have is amplified. I know that I won’t be able to hold myself back from her for much longer.
She places her medical bag on the table, realizing she isn’t going to need much from it, and turns to me.
I laugh. “No chance of that happening,” I respond as she walks over to me. Every step she takes, every click of her heels, making my heartbeat pick up pace.
“Hmmm, I’m not convinced.” She tuts, standing before me. Looking up at me, her eyes are bright, and her smile is breathtaking. My gaze falters when hers does, roaming down my chest, and mine does the same. I get an impressive view right down the front of her shirt, and I want to rip it off her. Instead, I opt for gripping her waist, something that I find myself wanting to do each time I am near her. The need to have her close to me is near stifling.
“So where should we start...” she asks softly, probably thinking about her reason for being here, but that is the last thing on my mind. Her voice skirts up my skin, following her hands as they run up my naked chest. I’m sweaty from my session, but she doesn’t seem to care and neither do I. I want to take her touching me like this as a signal that we’re on the same page. The feel of her soft hands on me is everything. I growl low and deep, but she doesn’t react, her touch remaining gentle as her perfume fills my senses.
Her hands continue traveling up to my neck, her eyes following the path up my body and resting on my face. She has too many clothes on, and I need her in my bed. With how close we are, there’s no way she can’t feel how hard I am for her. In my gym shorts, there’s no hiding it either.
“How about here?” I say to her, one hand remaining on her lower back, keeping her close to me, as I bring my other hand up her body. My palm molds to her, feeling the curves of her hips, then the dip of her waist, before I move up her chest, softly skimming the outside of her breast. Her lips part as she takes a breath, and I watch for any sign she isn’t into this, but I don’t get one. And so, I’m done waiting.
Cupping her jaw with my hand, my fingers grip into the back of her neck and pull her face forward, bringing her lips to meet mine. She lets out a small moan, one that I know I will remember for a long fucking time.
She is timid, so I go slow, my lips meeting hers in smooth caresses before I slip my tongue across her bottom lip. She tastes like cherries, exactly like I had imagined.
“Carter,” she breathes out against my lips, and my other hand comes up, gripping her other cheek. I keep her face with mine, not wanting to let her go.
I plant my lips on hers again, this time harder, so she knows exactly what I want, and she opens for me on another moan. As I hold her body flush with mine, her hands reach up and grab onto my shoulders, pulling me closer, wanting more. My tongue swirls with hers, our lips moving in tandem, and I don’t miss the feeling of her fingers as they thread into my hair at the nape of my neck. The slight pull showing me she wants me just as much as I want her.
I move away slightly because I need air. This woman is intoxicating, and I can’t get enough. Pushing my forehead to hers, I see the rise and fall of her chest, she too caught a little off guard with our desire for each other. We look at each other for a beat, both of us panting, but neither of us pulling away.
“You taste so damn good, Cat,” I grit out, running my tongue over my lips, licking her cherry gloss off them and wanting to eat her whole.
