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People scattered.

I shouldn’t be so excited by it. I should’ve thumped him on the back and demand he let me down. Yet as Malachi climbed into the sparring ring and tossed me to the padded floor, all I did was let him.

Chapter 14

Malachi

Kneeling over Emmeline, I wrenched her jeans open and yanked them off her. “I told you not to go out of sight. Anyone could try to take you.”

With her pink lips parted, she gazed up at me. “But?—”

“No buts. You disobeyed me, and now I need to fuck you hard and fast to show you what that did to me.”

The minx hid a smile.

God-fucking-dammit. This was no punishment. Not for either of us. I dragged up her top and unclipped the front fastening of her bra so her tits spilled free. Then I was all over them, biting and sucking her nipples and leaving marks while she moaned.

What she didn’t know was that, before I’d started sparring, Bill had told me someone had come here looking for me. A man had been seen skirting the gym, then when challenged, had asked for me by name. He’d refused to say his own, and the CCTV image Bill showed me gave me nothing. The asshole had his baller cap pulled down low and a thick coat covering his frame. He was big which indicated someone on the MMA scene, but there was no familiarity otherwise.

I didn’t like it. It had rattled me, and though I’d tried to ignore it, I couldn’t help but feel my woman was in danger if someone was after me.

Emmeline squirmed against me and glided her soft hands over my biceps. I caught her wrists and held them above her head.

“Spread those legs wide for me.”

She obeyed, her heels digging into the mat. I stripped my shorts and rubbed the head of my cock up and down her slit, punching inside in one swift move that had her crying out.

“I’m not a reasonable man.” I punctuated my words with hard thrusts. “It’s going to take me some time to handle how I feel about you.”

I fucked her into the mat in a way I’d dreamed about from the first second I’d laid eyes on her.

“When I couldn’t see you, that freaked me out. My home is secure. This place isn’t. I have rabid fans who can be unpredictable. I can be a target for men who want to challenge me. Your safety matters more than I can say.”

She’d closed her eyes, but opened them now, curiosity there.

“If I tell you to stay where I can see you, fucking do it.”

Emmeline nodded feverishly then tipped her head back. This time, though, I wasn’t waiting around. Holding her hips, I rocketed into her and came with a rough growl.

Always, I made her come first, usually multiple times.

I’d broken the pattern on purpose.

When my head was clear enough to produce words through my ragged breath, I said, “You’ll wear my cum for the rest of my training session. Then when we get out of here and return to your place, I’ll make up for the orgasm you just missed. Consider the waiting an incentive to behave better. Am I understood?”

Emmeline grabbed my neck and pulled me in for a kiss. It turned hot and heavy in an instant, and she collected one of my hands and pushed it down her body.

I broke away and shook my head, drawing the tip of my nose against hers. “Not now. Later, if you’re good.”

Her pretty pout stayed with me the whole time while I worked through the rest of my training.

When I was finally done, we left the gym and drove back into central Deadwater.

Outside of Emmeline’s place, I parked behind her car, blocking her space and that of her terrible neighbour. We jogged upstairs, and the moment we were inside, I held her against the door, driving my hand into her jeans and finding her soaked.

It made me grin. “So wet for me.”

She lifted her chin. “I’m not wearing jeans again. I spent the rest of your training session worried I’d have a wet patch.”

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