pushdowns. Maybe if he got a really good muscle burn going he could stop behaving like a life support system for a hard-on.
“So when do you think I’ll be ready for my next fight?” Jamie asked as she rested between sets.
“Got to break that bad habit of yours first,” he reminded her.
“I know. Just…curious,” she said.
“Impatient, you mean. Every fighter wants to rush to his next fight.”
“Her next fight,” she corrected, a gleam of humor in her eyes.
“Yeah, well, that’s my bad habit,” he admitted. “Got to keep reminding myself who I’m dealing with.”
As if he needed reminding that she was a woman. His gaze dipped to her breasts. Man, but he wanted to taste her.
He was surprised by the intent look in her eyes when he returned his gaze to her face. She looked…hungry. Almost predatory.
His cock tightened as he understood that she’d caught him looking at her and knew that he was thinking about her.
And she liked it. A lot.
A bolt of pure desire shot through him.
Damn.
“You know what? You should just work your way ‘round the machines,” he said, standing. “I’m going to go for a run. I’ll be back in an hour or so.”
She frowned. “It’s absolutely boiling outside.”
“Yeah, I know.”
Maybe all that baked-in heat in the roads and buildings would fry some of this lust out of his body. Something had to, because he’d never been so close to breaking his own rules and simply reaching out for what he wanted.
It was a quiet night thanks to the weather, but there were one or two guys still working out on the speedball and long bags in the other corner. He’d have to lead her through to his office and kick the door shut before he could get his hands on her. But once they were in there he could slide his hands inside those tight little pants she was wearing and find out if she was as hot and ready for him as he wanted her to be…
“You just keep doing your thing. And if you finish before I get back, I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said.
He walked away from her before he could act on his X-rated thoughts.
In the change room, he dragged on a pair of running shorts and a sports tank. When he laced his track shoes, he saw his hands were shaking.
This was getting out of control. He had to do something. Maybe give Kara another shot, force himself to go the distance this time. Surely once he actually had her in his bed, his body would report for duty?
Perversely hoping that it would be really, punishingly hot outside, he did some warm-up stretches and made his way to the front door.
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