Page 25 of The Fighter

No. What I am is ready to combust.

When Tomas took his shirt off, my mouth fell open. Underneath those suits of his, underneath the neatly knotted ties and the crisp cotton shirts, my new partner is cut. His body is sleek, muscled perfection. His deltoids are defined; his biceps are a thing of beauty. As for his sculpted abs… I want to lick each and every ridge. I want to tongue his navel and follow the trail down to his waistband, rip off his trousers, pull his cock out of his pants, and take it into my mouth. I want him to hold my head and thrust deep, making me gag.

There’s an invitation in his eyes, and I’ve been staring at him for too long to pretend.

The pulse on my neck races, and my breath comes in small gasps. Tomas is everywhere. He smells like sweat and soap, and his aroma is catnip to me. A shiver goes through my body as he pins me down, his intimidatingly large cock pressing into my hip, his lips a whisper away from mine. My breasts are crushed against his hard chest, my nipples erect.

This might have started out as a fight, a way to work off some of the mortification I felt when I learned the truth about his underground MMA chops, but it’s not a fight any longer.

This is a sweaty, no-holds-barred prelude to sex.

My insides ache, a sensation that feels like both pleasure and pain. “What are we doing?” I manage through dry lips. I swipe my tongue through my lower lip, and his gaze locks onto it. “I don’t even like you.”

A smile ghosts across his face. “I know.” He bends his head and licks the fluttering pulse at my neck. “Does it matter?”

Oh God. A shock of need jolts through me. That was… A shiver of arousal runs through me as he licks me again, slowly, leisurely, as if I’m a feast laid out for his pleasure. His tongue feels like fire, and I’m burning up. Heat pools in my core, and I squirm underneath his body, restless for more. I want him to hold me down and fuck me with that massive cock so hard that it hurts. When I touch myself in the shower tonight, I want to ache.

In vain, I reach for some common sense. “It should.” Tomas is my partner. We have a tenuous working relationship. Sleeping with him would complicate everything.

But I’m not thinking with my brain. I’m in the grip of something raw and primal. Call it lust; call it chemistry. This is animal attraction hard-coded into my DNA, and I can no more resist Tomas than I can walk past a piece of dark chocolate.

I’m playing with matches. And I’m going to get burned.

“It should,” I say again. Perhaps if I keep repeating it, I can convince myself to tap out of this dangerously tempting situation. “But it doesn’t seem to.” I press my thighs together, my skin prickling with anticipation. His eyes aren’t cool any longer. They blaze with the same fire that’s incinerating me. “I’m going to regret the hell out of this tomorrow, but my bedroom is upstairs.” I wrap my leg around him, pulling him even closer, and rock my hips against him. “Want to get out of here?”

He stares at me for an eternity. His eyes drop to my mouth, and I know—I’m absolutely sure—he’s going to kiss me.

Then he exhales in a long breath and shakes his head. “When you invite me to your bedroom, Alina, you’re not going to regret it. But until that happens—” He rolls off my body and jumps to his feet in one fluid movement. “I’ll work on your files remotely for the next week.”

He vaults over the ring, grabs his shirt and jacket, and puts on his shoes. I watch in silence as he leaves, his hands clenched.

What the hell just happened here?

I can’t fall asleep. I lie awake in bed for hours, tossing and turning, Tomas’s words running through my head.

When you invite me to your bedroom, you’re not going to regret it.

What did he mean by that? Was it a boast? Was he being cocky? Judging by the girth of his cock, he’s more than capable of backing it up. Certainly, he was able to back up his trash talk in the ring. The fight was more than a little embarrassing. Tomas defended against my attacks with laughable ease. And it’s not because he’s in a different weight class—I’ve fought men his size and won, using my greater speed to my advantage. No, it’s because he’s good. Really, really good. I’ve never been beaten quite that comprehensively before.

I should hate it.

I don’t.

Or did he mean that he wanted me to sleep with him without regrets? If so, he’s going to have to wait a long time. No matter how much I want Tomas to fuck me, the underlying reality hasn’t changed. He is still my business partner, and this is still a terrible idea. It will always be a terrible idea.

My body is on fire. The adrenaline of the fight hasn’t worn off. I can still feel the weight of his body on mine. His thick cock grinding into me. I’ve already had one cold shower, and it’s done nothing to calm me down. I need to take the edge off, and quickly, otherwise I’m never going to fall asleep. Lidya has arranged for me to fight tomorrow night, and if I’m hoping to win, I need all the rest I can get.

I roll over, grab my vibrator from my nightstand, and turn it on. I hitch up my T-shirt and tug the gusset of my panties aside. Some days, I like to press the head against my clit, light at first and then harder as I get more aroused, but tonight, that’s not what I’m looking for.

Tonight, I need a hard cock inside my aching pussy.

I close my eyes and push the thick cock into me. I barely wait for my muscles to adjust to its girth before pulling it out and slamming it in again. My eyes flutter shut, and the moment I do, Tomas is there.

I imagine him knocking on my door. I don’t answer right away; I’m far too busy masturbating to deal with interruptions. He knocks again, insistently, and when I fail to materialize, he kicks the door in with a loud crash.

Then, he takes in the scene in front of him. Me. Naked, my legs spread wide, holding a penis-shaped vibrator in my hand.

He leans against my doorway. His shirt is unbuttoned, and his sleeves rolled up to the elbow. “Is that toy satisfying you?” he asks. His tone is polite, almost disinterested, but his gray eyes bore into me like bullets. “Or do you want the real thing?”

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