Page 42 of Fight for Forever

“Thank you.”

“For what?” he asks, tilting his head.

“Understanding me.”

He brushes my hair back behind my ear, then leans in and kisses my forehead. When he pulls back, his nostrils flare and he glances down. My panties are soaked. Oh God, can he tell?

Before I have time to do or say anything, he gets to his feet and steps away. As hard as it is, I see him to the door.

“Make sure you lock this after me,” he says.

“I will.”

“Good. And no slacking on training. Just because you kissed me doesn’t mean I’m gonna go easy on you.”

I laugh at him, and he reaches forward, running a hand down my arm and taking hold of my hand. We both stare down at where we’re joined, and my cheeks burn again.

“Fuck,” he curses under his breath. “I need to go. Lock the door,” he steps out into the hall and pulls the door shut behind him before I can say anything else.

I’m frozen in place, my body tingling, my heart full.

“Meg, lock the door.”

“Sorry,” I laugh and snap all the locks into place. I imagine him standing there until he hears all the bolts turning. Pressing my forehead and both palms to the door, I listen for a moment. Aftera minute, I hear him moving away, then the ding of the elevator arriving.

My smile is a mile wide as I turn back to the living room. I can’t believe he kissed me.

Between my legs is throbbing, desperate for some relief. My panties are soaked right through.

Damn. I appreciate him doing the right thing, but I’m regretting not telling him to stay.

I’m not a hundred percent sure what to do when Joey meets me at his door the following morning. He doesn’t seem to have any problem because he lightly touches one side of my waist and leans in, pressing a soft kiss to my mouth. My heart does a quick double thump as he steps back and gives me a panty melting grin.

He pulls me inside by my hand and closes the door. He’s standing so close he’s almost towering over me. For a moment, my vision blurs until he squeezes my hand, the touch bringing me back. One of his brows has lifted questioningly, but I smile, reassuring him I’m okay with just a look.

“Okay,” he lets go of my hand. “You ready to sweat?”

That conjures up different scenario to the one he means. I clear my throat and nod. Joey’s grin spreads.

“Dirty girl,” he taps my nose. “Come on, it’s time to get serious.”

I hide a smile and the thrill that runs through me at his words as he leads the way to the gym. It doesn’t matter that he turns into trainer Joey, that he works me hard on the machines and then some cardio moves, before he grabs the pads and gloves. I’m a sweaty mess. He doesn’t mind as he helps me into my gloves again.

He also takes a lot of time standing behind me, his hands on my hips, getting me into the right position. My skin is hot, but I shiverat his touch. When he leans forward and presses his lips to my ear, I all but lose my footing and nearly fall on my ass.

Joey chuckles, but when he comes back around and grabs the pads, his serious face is back.

Playful Joey is coming out. He knows exactly what he’s doing to me. Well, two can play at this game. I push my shoulders back, knowing it lifts my chest up and today, I’m wearing a pretty daring tight top. It’s sleeveless with a racer back and built in support, so it makes my boobs look amazing.

I smile in satisfaction when his eyes dip and hold. There may be support in the top, but it doesn’t stop the pebbling of my nipples from showing through. Joey tips his head up to the ceiling and groans. My heart pounds wildly at that noise.

Last night I’d been so horny I ended up taking care of myself, or I was going to lose my mind. With his focus still on the ceiling, I greedily run my eyes across his body. He has a sleeveless top on too, showcasing those amazing arms. It’s baggier than he usually wears, so the definition of his abs is hard to see, but I know it’s there. His muscular legs are on show too in his basketball shorts and my eyes drop to his crotch.

“Meg,” he says in a warning voice.

I blink back up to his face. He takes a step closer but pauses, a moment of hesitation crossing his features.

Emboldened and not particularly caring about his rules that we have to focus on training when we’re in this room, I move closer to him. As I reach out, I realize I have the gloves on and I won’t be able to touch him.

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