Page 64 of 4th Degree

I don’t know anything that he just said, but I settle into my wrestling stance and move for the takedown as best I can. I get Dominic to the ground, but I have a sneaking suspicion that he’s more distracted than he’s letting on, because he doesn’t make any corrections.

Thankfully, Jax chooses that moment to walk out of the office and toward the cage. I notice the wary way he looks at Dominic as he nears.

“Anything you want me to do with the fighters?” he asks.

Dominic pulls me to my feet as he answers. “Run the offense versus defense drills after their bag work.”

Jax nods as he turns toward the heavy bag room. “You got it, Coach.”

The second he’s through the door, Dominic leans down and tosses me over his shoulder.

I let out a squeak, gripping onto his shirt. “What are you?—?”

“Quiet,” he orders, as he carries me toward the office. He strides inside and closes the door behind him. And before I can consider his intentions, he’s dropping me on top of his desk.

“Wait, I thought you said?—”

He cuts me off with a hard kiss.

I’m too surprised to react. But he doesn’t seem to mind, because he takes ownership of my mouth by gripping the side of my neck and deepening the kiss. By the time his tongue grazes mine, I’m too dazed to even attempt to match him.

He uses both hands to grip my thighs and spread my legs—and when he steps between them, he moves close enough that his cock rubs against my already-drenched center. With a hard roll of his hips, he sends an electric shot of lust through my veins.

I can’t stop the loud moan that escapes my lips at the contact.

He claps a hand over my mouth, his eyes boring into mine. The heat in his stare lights me on fire all over again.

“You’re not allowed to talk until you’ve come on my hand,” he says, and my core clenches in response. “Do you understand?”

I’m too stunned by what’s happening to do anything other than nod.

Letting his hand slide from my mouth, he wraps it gently around the front of my throat. My pulse picks up at the possessive gesture.

His other hand goes back to my hip. He squeezes once, then I feel his touch slowly drift across my stomach, along the hem of my shorts. One finger dips enticingly under the material.

He holds my stare the entire time. I don’t know what he’s looking for, but I can’t bring myself to look away.

Finally, his hand slides down the front of my shorts. He doesn’t tease me any longer, just goes right under my thong and runs his fingers over my drenched skin.

My lips pop open at the sensation, but a scolding look from him traps the moan in my mouth. I have to bite down on my lip to keep my sounds inside as he starts to tease me.

His fingers slide between my lips once, twice, but on the third pass he drives them deep inside. And maybe he knew I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from making a sound, because he takes my mouth in another heady kiss as he does it.

I’m clinging to him now. With both hands fisted in his shirt, I’m glad he’s still holding me up by the throat because the feel of him inside me, of his need for me, is making me weak in the knees. I can barely return his kiss.

As his fingers start to pump into me, I feel the moment he curls them and brushes the spot that sends electricity through my veins. I think I try to gasp again, but he just swallows the sound again with his mouth.

And when he puts his thumb on my clit at the same time, I know I’m not going to last much longer in his hands like this. His tongue slides across mine, his fingers drive deeper, and I explode.

I’m shaking, weak and overwhelmed, when the sensations finally die down. After a moment, I realize his grip on my throat has shifted to cup my neck and run his thumb soothingly along my jaw.

I sound dazed and out of breath when I ask, “I thought you said no hooking up at the gym.”

There’s not an ounce of regret in his voice when he says, “I know what I said. But I hated that guy thinking he had any claim to you in my space.”

It takes a second for his meaning to sink in. But suddenly, his greedy touch, his harshness, makes sense to me. And the fact that he was even a little bit jealous spikes a new heat in my blood.

“He didn't have any claim to me,”I assure him. “Even if you hadn't kicked him out, I never would have given him the time of day.”

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