Page 58 of The Dating Prohibition
“Yeah,” she said slowly. “But I’d be lying if I said that every time we finish sparring, I don’t think about doing it again.And every time in between, I just think more about it. Hell, the other day I actually googled boxing phrases so I’d have moreammunition when we see each other.”
He chuckled darkly. “Oh yeah? Like what?”
“Well, first I was looking at different punching techniques. Jabs and haymakers and all that. And then I was looking at, youknow, bobbing and weaving and different strategies for footwork. Different rulings—knockout versus a TKO. And then I lookedup famous boxers.”
“Do you have a favorite? Boxer, I mean.”
“Is it weird to say that if I sayTysonit means I want you to nibble on my ear?”
He barked out a laugh. “It’s funny. I wouldn’t put that in the weird category per se.”
“Yeah, well, hear me when I say that I don’t want you to bite it off.”
“Noted,” he responded. “You really put in the work the other day.”
“Well, I knew what I wanted.”
“Mmm-hmm, tell me what else you want.”
She took a deep breath, exhaling as her hand roamed her body, her palm gently grazing her breasts, her belly. Her fingertipsran the length of her thigh as her knees fell apart. “Right now, I want you between my legs tasting me, touching me. I wantto come against your mouth. I want you to flip me over and do it again. And then I want you to push my face into the pillowsand fuck me from behind.”
He growled in response.
She’d grown bolder with each of their sparring matches. “Are you picturing it?” she whispered.
“Mmm-hmm,” he hummed.
“What do you want right now?”
“I want everything you just said. I want you naked on all fours. I want to bend you over the side of the bed and spread youwide for me.”
Kendra squeezed her eyes shut as sensations overloaded her memory. She could almost smell his cologne and feel the way hishands gripped her ass. “And then what?” she breathed.
“I’ll reach forward and grab your hair, hold your throat. I want to lean over you and whisper things into your ear to getyou closer to coming on this dick.” The gravel in his voice created quakes between her thighs.
Kendra’s breathing was ragged as her fingers moved between her legs. She moaned softly.
“That’s right, pretty girl,” he murmured. “Touch yourself for me.”
Her fingers slickened as she imagined his mouth where her hand was, pressing against her clit in smooth, soft circles. “Idon’t think my hand is enough right now,” she whispered.
“So what are you gonna do about it?”
“I’ve got an arsenal over here, sir.” She smiled slightly.
“Is that right?”
“Maybe I’ll show it to you sometime.”
“I don’t know if we should do that at your place,” he laughed gently.
Kendra heard footsteps overhead. “You’re probably right. Maybe I should bring a little bag of goodies over to your place.”
“I’d like that. So what are you going to pull from your arsenal today?”
“Well, I have a few options. Do you want to choose since we’re playing your game?”
The hum of his deep voice made Kendra bite her lip. “What are the options?”
