“That’s enough,” I say, stepping toward her. “You’re in pain.”
“No, attack me!” she snarls.
Instead of backing down, she powers through it, using the adrenaline to mask the sting. She feints a high punch, and when I raise my guard, still trying to protect her, she drops her center of gravity. She catches me off guard and wraps her leg around mine.
Then the world flips.
One second I’m standing, and the next, my feet are horizontal, and the ceiling lights are rushing toward me.
What the fuck just happened?
I hit the mat with a heavy thud that vibrates through my teeth. My dignity hits the floor a split second later. I’ve been in street fights with men twice her size, I’ve survived hit squads, and yet, here I am, flat on my back because a woman who spends most of her time smiling and acting on camera turns out to be a trained fighter.
If Andreas or Lucian saw me right now, I’d never hear the end of it.
Before I can even process the bruise forming on my ego, she’s on top of me. Her knees pin me to the mat, her hands pressing into my chest. She’s breathing hard, some of her hair coming loose and falling over her face like a red curtain.
She looks down at me, her eyes blazing with triumph, and for the first time in my life, I don’t care that I lost a fight. My cock instantly strains in my pants, my loss already forgotten.
“See. Still think I’m helpless?” she whispers, her chest heaving.
I watch as her adrenaline dissipates, replaced by a suffocating need. I reach up, my hands tangling in her hair, and pull her down until our lips are inches apart.
"No," I rasp. “I think you’re the most dangerous thing in this house.”
My mouth crashes against her, and I devour her. When she pulls away to take a breath, the gym is silent, except for our labored breathing. We both stay still on the mat for a second, staring into each other’s eyes.
“We’re a mess,” I mutter after a beat, my voice rough from suppressed lust. I reach out, my hand lingering near her face before brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear.
“You’re going to be sore tomorrow. You should rest... that shoulder has had enough.”
She crawls off me, and I rise, offering her a hand. She takes it, her palm warm against mine. I pull her up, and she stumbles into my chest, her body already punishing her for exertion. I catch her, my hands resting on her waist, and the heat between us flares right back up.
“Wanna shower?” I ask, trying to sound practical while my cock turns to steel. “The hot water... it’ll make sure your muscles relax. You don’t want to seize up.”
She looks up at me, her golden eyes turning dark, her lips still swollen from the kiss, and nods.
I lead her towards the gym’s private bathroom. The walk is short, but it felt too far. I almost decided against it and undressed her in the middle of the gym. If I weren’t worried about other people walking in on us, I wouldn’t bother. But I wasn’t going to risk anyone seeing her that way.My eyes only.
When we reach the door, I open it and step back, letting her go in first. The click of the lock as I close it behind us sounds like a starting gun.
I reach past her and crank the handle. The water drums loudly against the tiles, drowning out the rest of the world around us. I rip the buttons of my shirt open, my eyes never leaving hers. She reaches for the hem of her sports bra, her fingers shaking.
I step into her space and shove her hands aside. I strip the fabric over her head and toss it. The hot water hits us, soaking through my clothes, sticking my pants to my thighs.
I’m about to pull her under the spray, but she drops to her knees on the wet tile. The sight of her there, looking up at me through the rising steam, was enough to make my head spin. She doesn’t hesitate. She undoes my belt and pulls my pants and boxers down to my feet. When her warm hand wraps around me, my head hits the wall behind me with a dull thud.
She leans in, her breath hot against my cock, before she takes me into her mouth. I groan, my fingers tangling deep in her wet hair as I push my hips into her. The sensation of the scorching heat of her mouth is a violent contrast to the spray of water hitting my back. She works me with a desperate rhythm and hunger, her tongue swirling around the head of my cock, looking up at me, taunting, until I’m seeing fucking stars.
“Kat—fuck... stop,” I rasp, my voice breaking. “I’m going to lose it if you don’t stop.”
I can’t let it end like this. I’ve embarrassed myself enough today.I need to be inside her.
I reach down and haul her up, spin her, pressing the side of her face against the cold tile. I strip her underwear and kick my own clothes out of the way, and put her hands flat against the wall on either side of her head.
I sink my teeth into the crook of her neck. I don’t give her a second to prepare. I enter her from behind in one deep, violent thrust that makes her scream into the tile.
My rhythm is punishing, raw. I grip her hips, my fingers digging into her skin to anchor her against the force of my weight.
