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She pulls that luscious bottom lip of hers between her teeth and blushes. “Are you sure? I can do a bit more. Wouldn’t want to cramp up now, would we?”

She’s playing along, and my cock swells in response.

“Unless we want this entire gym to witness me having my way with you, I suggest we move on.” I slide past her for my water and let my hand graze her lower back, and I swear, I hear her shudder in response.

I tip my water bottle against my lips and take a long, cooling drink.

“Maybe I’m into exhibitionism. You don’t know,” she offers, while also taking a drink from her bottle.

“You, Faith Morgan, are killing me here.”

“Yesss. My work here is done.” She does a little dance and it’s the most endearing thing I’ve ever seen.

I reach out and wrap my arm around her waist, pulling her into my chest and we collide with a thud and laughter.

“I’ll make you pay for that, Faith,” I tease, pushing a stray hair from her face.

“I’m not scared of you, Falcon.” She pushes up on her tiptoes so our mouths ghost over one another. In a whisper, before our lips finally touch, she breathes, “Maybe I should be.”

There’s something to be said about kissing someone before you’ve had sex. Not kissing as foreplay, but as the only act of intimacy shared between two people. It’s heady and wholly erotic, the way our tongues dance and the way our breathing mingles.

Actually, maybe it’s like this because it’s with Faith. She is so different than any other woman I’ve been with before. She isn’t fake; she isn’t after something like my money or my “fame.” She is just a normal girl with a regular life who happens to look like a goddamn goddess.

She’s perfect.

I’ve backed her up against the mirrored wall, lost in our connection, before we finally break to catch a breath.

“We have to stop making out in the gym.” She laughs.

“I blame it on your outfit.” I give her nose a little pinch before stepping back to take another full look at her. My God, she’s beautiful. “All right, let’s get to work.

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“Yes! There you go!” I clap as she throws a near perfect punch into the focus pads I’m wearing on my hands. “Do it again!”

She radiates pride as she lands first one, then another.

“Remember to keep your thumb out and put every ounce of energy into that fist. One more!”

She pauses a moment then swings her right arm through the air and connects with my right hand with enough force, it knocks my arm back a bit.

“Holy fuck. This feels good!” she says, jumping up and down in excitement.

“You’re a natural.” I unhook the focus pads and pull them from my hands, tossing them to the side of the mat. “I can tell you’re getting more comfortable with the motions and the details of it all. It’s all about placement, protection, and power.”

“The English nerd in me loves that alliteration.” She places her hand over her heart. “Thank you for that.”

I toss my head back and laugh. “I had a trainer when I was younger, when I first started fighting on the professional circuit, that’s what he would always tell me.”

I move closer to her and place my hands on her hips, moving her into the correct stance. “Placement.” I slide my hands over her fingers and curl them into fists before raising them up, one near her mouth, the other prepped to strike. “Protection.” I step behind her, my chest to her back and guide her through the punch. “Power.”

I lean down and press my lips into the curve of her neck; letting my tongue dart out just a bit to taste the salty sweat on her skin.

I can’t stop myself with her. It’s as if there is a vine in each of us and they are growing stronger and stronger, pulling us together more and more every single day, weaving us together.

“Falcon…” she whispers. I’m not even sure she means for me to hear it, but I do, and I want to hear it louder. Preferably from underneath me.

She shifts her ass back and I know that she can feel my body’s reaction to her. My cock is a steel rod beneath my shorts and it is pressed firmly against her backside. I nearly pull away, not wanting her to think I’m forcing anything on her, but she grinds back against me, searching for it, feeling it, chasing it.

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