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“It’s nice,” she comments.
“It’s a dump,” I reply with a laugh. “But it gave me a place to work out some frustrations. No one questioned me. I didn’t have to explain myself. It’s been nice.”
“You can have that at the clubhouse.”
I nod. “I know. I didn’t at the time, though.”
“Does this mean you’re done staying away? From the clubhouse, I mean? I know you come by sometimes, but not that much.”
She isn’t talking about the clubhouse. She’s asking if I’m done staying away from her. Am I? What happens when I give in? More importantly, will Carson and Lina forgive me? That’s an answer I’ll never get.
16
Taylor
He doesn’t answer me. Accepting his silence, I walk over to the boxing ring and climb inside. Christian watches me, smiling when I throw a few punches, pretending I know what I’m doing. He grabs a pair of gloves and joins me, placing them on my hands.
“Am I getting a lesson?”
“You should at least know how to throw a proper punch.”
He proceeds to position my feet and hands, standing behind me. With his hands on my hips, I punch the air again, gaining his approval.
“Good girl. That’s it. Now, two rights and a left.”
I follow his instructions, eliciting more approval as I jab and punch. Breathing heavily, I drop my arms to my sides and lean against him. He’s hard, and his cock presses to my backside. I gyrate my hips, and he mumbles a curse.
“Why are you doing this to me?” I ask, throwing his question back at him.
I never answered him, but he answers me.
“I’ve been fighting this, and I’m fucking tired, Taylor. So damn tired.”
“Then stop.”
I tug the gloves off and toss them down, reaching up to him. Turning my face to his, he captures my lips in a searing kiss. My heart races and I get butterflies in my tummy. This is what a kiss is supposed to be like. I thread my fingers in his hair, deepening the kiss.
With one hand, he reaches beneath my shirt and cups my tit, massaging the soft globe. The other hand dips inside my jeans, finding me hot and wet. I gasp and surge against him when he pushes a finger inside me. I toe off my shoes and shimmy my jeans down, desperate to be closer to him. Turning to face him, I kiss him eagerly as he lifts me in his arms.
“We shouldn’t,” he murmurs.
“Why not?” I ask, genuinely wanting to know the answer.
“I promised Carson and Lina I’d take care of you. This isn’t how I do that.”
“I promised them I’d give love a chance. This isexactlyhow I do that.”
Before he can protest, I kiss him again and nearly breathe a sigh of relief when my back hits the mat. His hand returns to my panties, fingers plunging inside me.
Sex with Christian isn’t going to be soft and slow. It’s going to be rough and animalistic. I can’t wait. He leans back, stripping my panties off and admiring my gleaming pussy.
“If at any point you change your mind, just tell me.”
I nod, knowing that’s not going to happen. He pushes my knees apart, lowering himself until his mouth is only a breath away from my center. He tongues my cunt, and I moan in ecstasy.
“Oh, fuck!” I groan. “That feels good. So damn good.”
His hands keep my thighs pushed apart while he devours me. Licking. Nipping. Sucking. My body shudders, the orgasm ripping through me. I’m still feeling the after-effects while he undresses, then gathers me in his arms. He’s in a seated position, me on his lap.
