Page 30 of Strike Zone

MMA fighter killed by horny overload.

UFC fighter loses battle with her own libido.

Dee Lex - Death by shameless desire to mount Lincoln Nash like a bucking bronco.

MMA fighter spontaneously combusts. Point of origin – between her thighs.

Dee Lex slips and breaks her neck on her own arousal. Lincoln Nash to blame.

I drain my fishbowl, taking way too much at once, giving myself the worst brain freeze. Stumbling toward the nearest surface to prop myself up, I close my eyes and will it to pass. I’ve taken hits in the cage that hurt less than this.

“What’s wrong?” Linc wraps his arm around my waist, holding me up.

“Brain freeze,” I manage to choke out.

“Put your tongue on the roof of your mouth.”

“What?” I grip my head, trying to ignore the warmth of his hand on my back.

Without another word, he captures my mouth with his, the warmth of his tongue twisting and tangling with mine. I can’t breathe, my whole body sparking to life as the brain freeze subsides. I let myself enjoy him for a moment before coherent thought returns, and I pull away.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting rid of your brain freeze. You seem to have an inability or an unwillingness to accept my advice, so I got rid of it for you.”

“A likely story.”

“I hate to tell you, southpaw, but you were kissing me back. I know that doesn’t play into your narrative of me being a colossal dick and you maintaining optimum bitch status. Sorry you’re attracted to me.”

“So…” Really? That’s all my brain can come up with? “You’re attracted to me too.”

“Yes, I am, which is why you should come home with me tonight.”

“What happened in Vegas…”

“Was hot.” He closes the space between us, fisting his hands in my hair but stops just shy of my lips. “But it’s just the tip of the iceberg, Diana. We could have earth-shattering, dirty as you can handle, mind-altering sex together, and still hate each other in the morning.”

He searches my gaze, begging entrance before his lips find mine with a desire I can’t ignore. I want him, and I don’t want to want him, but holy mother of all that’s good and pure, his kiss is soul-destroying.

“Privacy.” I only manage one word before devouring him, giving myself over to the desire burning like an inferno, destroying all my resolve to ashes.

We weave our way through the bar toward a roped-off area in the back, barely breaking our kiss long enough to see where we’re going.

“This isn’t the exit.”

“I know.” Slipping behind the rope, Linc leads me down a dark hallway to a heavy steel door. “I need you now.” The moment we’re inside the plush office, he twists the lock. “We won’t be disturbed in here.”

His cock is already straining against his pants—hard, thick, and ready for me. Reaching for his belt, I walk him over to the deep red sofa against the far wall, unbuttoning his fly and freeing his erection before forcing him to sit.

“For a woman who says she doesn’t want to fuck me, you’re quick to whip it out.”

“Don’t talk yourself out of a blow job, Linc.” His eyes flare at the mere mention of it, drifting to my mouth as I bite down on my bottom lip. I drop to my knees as gracefully as I can manage in this dress, enjoying the surge of power I have over him right now.

“I’m shutting the fuck up now.” The rapid rise and fall of his chest betray his calm exterior as he watches with bated breath. I wrap my hand around the thick base of his cock, leaning in close enough for him to feel my breath on the shaft.

“How much do you want it, Linc?”

“Wrap that pretty little mouth of yours around it and find out.”

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