“I had some work to do today and couldn’t be here any earlier. And for your information, I didn’t want an audience because I figured no one needed to see you lose, not the other way around.”
She motioned for me to follow, pointing to the ground in front of her. “Come on. It’s time for me to spank your ass.”
I rubbed the back of my neck, stalking toward the ring. “That shouldn’t sound so sexy,” I whispered.
“What?” she asked, staring at me.
“Nothing,” I said quickly, climbing through the ropes to stand right where she had pointed. “How do you want to do this?”
The words were barely out of my mouth before she was coming at me. Right hand in the air, leg sweeping out, trying to take me down. But I moved too fast, making her catch nothing but wind.
“You’re a quick little thing,” I teased as she bounced up and down like I’d seen professional fighters do. “Be careful, or you’re going to wear yourself out.”
She chuckled, paying my shit-talking no mind. “I could do this all day. I may be a girl and a sailor, but I have more tools in my arsenal than most.”
“I have no doubt.” I smirked, knowing she probably had more tools in her arsenal than just about everybody except for a select few. No child of a CIA or former military officer, probably an elite soldier too, would grow up without learning more than the basic moves. “We’ll see who’s where when this is over.”
“You’re so damn chatty for a dude. You really are scared of me.”
“I am not,” I started to say, but she’d moved across the mat like something out of a video game, leg in the air again, swinging for my head. I ducked, saving myself a black eye. “Don’t mess up my mug. It’s my best asset.”
“Debatable.” She shrugged, finding her footing and acting like this was part of her everyday life.
I moved around, each of us stalking the other. “What’s my best asset then, darlin’?”
“What’s mine?” she threw back.
The answer was easy, but should I be honest? Fuck yeah, she was beautiful. Maybe the most beautiful creature I’d ever laid eyes on, but it wasn’t what I liked best about her. “You’ve got a great ass.” It wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t the thing that made my heart skip just a little when I’d heard her voice earlier.
“Typical,” she muttered.
“And mine?”
“I haven’t found one yet,” she said, laughter in her voice.
“Liar,” I teased, flexing my arms again, watching as her gaze flickered to their movement.
“Shut up,” she growled, lurching toward me, but I turned, thinking I was going to save myself from the brunt of her fists.
But I wasn’t thinking, and I knew better than to leave a blind spot, showing my back to anyone, especially the enemy. In that moment, Mak was my enemy, and she took the opportunity to use my misstep against me.
She hopped on my back, wrapping her legs around my waist and locking her elbow around my neck. I gasped, twisting in a circle, and pulled at her arm. If she were a man, I’d drop back, crushing them under my weight.
“Say you give up,” she whispered in my ear, the sound so sweet and opposite of what was happening.
“Never,” I gasped, grinding my teeth together as I pawed at her arm.
“Do it, and this can all be over.”
I tightened the muscles of my neck, knowing they were no match for the muscles in her arms. “Baby, why would I do that when your tits are pressed so tightly against my back?”
She growled, trying to tighten her hold but losing ground. “Fuckin’ meathead with all these muscles,” she said, releasing her grip, but not climbing off me.
I could feel the heat of her core against my lower back and the fullness of her breasts near my shoulders. Damn, the only thing better would be if we were naked and doing this.
“You know you love how hard I am.”
She loosened her legs, sliding down my body, but before she retracted her hands from around me, her palm slid down my body, moving over the front of my sweatpants. She palmed my cock through the thick material, her mouth still near my ear. “Not too bad,” she whispered.
