Page 7 of Navy Daddy

“You want to be on top whenever you can.”

She snickers at my answer. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” She winks at me, and my throbbing manhood jerks inside my jeans.

There it is. The mischievous spark I saw dance over her face when I saidHancock.

“Why do you think I’m rushing to it?” That’s the sort of honesty I shouldn’t be so open to sharing. But who could say no with how well the day’s going?

“And the hard part?” She crosses her arms under her breasts and tilts her head down to my cock.

I have to avert my eyes to the sky to not go completely insane. Teasing is one thing, but the way Eva’s speaking to me is basically foreplay. And I’m still trying to hold some self-respecting professionalism.

“The six-foot-six, two-hundred-and-sixty-pound monster you’re trying to get on top of.”

Her eyes widen at my response and she gulps down an audible swallow.

“There’s no way I could do that,” she says.

“Size means a whole lot less if you know what you’re doing.” I drop down to my ass and extend a hand to help Eva lower. When she’s in position at my side, I shift around until I’m resting on my haunches. Hands up as if this is an actual fight.

“Center of gravity is the most important thing when fighting low. You need to be solid in your core and ready for anything. Try to push me, and I’ll demonstrate.”

Eva tries to mimic my stance. Squatting while the boxing gloves protect her chin but not too high to block out her vision. She takes her time to move, thinking she might catch me off guard when she does strike.

But I don’t budge. Even as she lunges forward, using my technique and driving her right fist into my chest with all her might. At least she knows how to punch through her target now. Hell, that one even stung.

“What the heck?” she asks, wide-eyed and stunned because I didn’t even flinch.

“Try again.”

She does, and I don’t move. This time, she doesn’t stop, throwing wave after wave of thrusts and pushes against my frame, and though I have to adjust my legs for better grounding, I don’t fall.

“How?” she asks once her flurry of blows comes to a stop, and she’s heaving air into her lungs again.

“Well, if I’m honest, it’s because my center of gravity is double your entire weight,” I tease. “Where I’ve got size on my side, you’re smaller and need to fight smarter, not harder.”

“So, this was just you trying to show off?” She rolls her eyes.

“Yes, but you’re impressed. I’d say that’s a win.”

“Okay, okay, fine. When you’re done stroking yourself off, you can show me how to do it smarter then.” Another wink and another lick of fire in my chest.

“Try again,” I say.

Eva does. This time, instead of letting her connect, I grab her arm and pull her toward me. She loses her balance, and I grab her by the ass with my free hand and spin her around. She lands on her back, and I drop myself on top of her. It’s done in an instant, and with our bodies connected, I can feel her heart thumping against my chest.

But now what? Being this close to her has stripped me of words and knocked all thoughts out of my head. I’m glued to her deep blue eyes that seem to stretch on for eternity.

Don’t do it, I tell myself. Don’t you dare fucking do it.

But it’s too late. My head’s moving closer to her slightly parted lips. My eyes fall shut, and my mind switches off. Our lips connect with a gentle touch, but it doesn’t last. My hands move down her sides, stopping on her hips, while Eva’s snake around my shoulders and pull me tighter into the kiss. Our tongues smash together, mouths moving in sync. Christ, I’m sucking the air straight out of her lungs.

And when I break, I fall onto my back at her side. My gaze turns up to the bright blue sky.

All I can think is how it pales in comparison to her eyes.

“I shouldn’t have done that,” I say. “I couldn’t stop myself.”

“You don’t have to apologize.” We’re both staring into the void of space. “I was kinda hoping you would.”

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