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I managed a nod.

“Good.” He stepped back. “Again.”

I swallowed a groan.

For the next combos, he moved around the ring. I followed, slamming my gloves into the pads. He whirled past me, and our bodies brushed.

I sucked in a breath, and managed to connect my gloves with the pad.

Focus on the fight, Bell, not him.

On the next combo, we came close again. So close that I sensed every bit of that big, muscular body. I was slick between my legs, and it had nothing to do with perspiration.

“Uppercut,” he ordered.

I moved forward and slammed my glove up into his pad.

We paused. I was only an inch from him, and I felt like I was on fire. I glanced up at his face.

I saw pride on his rugged features, then as he met my gaze, I saw an answering flicker of heat.

Then he stepped back. “You did well, Bell.”

I felt a flush of pleasure. “Thanks.”

He pulled the focus pads off. “Go take a shower. You’ll be sore tomorrow. The hot water will help.”

I nodded. I floated to the ladies’ change room.

We’d had our first training session. I was learning to fight.

The change room was empty, and I got my backpack out of the locker, then hurried to a shower stall. I stood under the hot water.

My skin felt like it was on fire, my belly swirling with desire. I imagined Beau with me in the gym. It was just the two of us. Him taking me down to the mats, pinning me there.

His big cock sliding inside me.

I moaned, aroused by the water on my skin, the feel of being close to Beau, the memories of that night we’d spent together.I slid a hand over my belly and between my legs. I wanted Beauden. I wanted him so much.

I rubbed my slick clit. It didn’t take long for a quick flash of an orgasm to hit me. I bit my lip, moaning his name in my head.

Then I pressed my hand to the cool tiles.

I wanted him. Could we find a way to train and fuck? It would be mutually beneficial to both of us.

For however long I was in New Orleans, maybe I could have one good thing for myself.

I was going to talk to him.

I turned off the water and dried off, my head filled with pictures of me and Beau. I pulled on some fresh clothes—jeans and a long-sleeved T-shirt in a pretty green. The jeans were a thrift shop bargain, but my mom had given me the shirt. I tucked my Hard Burn polo into my backpack, fingering the fabric.

I liked it. It made me feel like I was a part of something.

Heading out, I slung my backpack over my shoulder.

Now, I just had to get up the courage to ask Beau if he was interested in grabbing a drink.

I saw Gio first.

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