Page 12 of Major Penalty

“Good thing you have a PTA to help you,” she says with a bright smile and slowly sinks to her knees in front of me.

Fuck.

I can only stare as she sets her tablet down and unrolls a piece of tape. My pulse is steady one second, then fucking erratic the next. Her hands touch my knee, pressing the first strip of tape down.

Heat. Straight to my cock. I clench my jaw so hard it aches.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

I’ve had so many hands all over my body—fast, desperate, and greedy—but this? This isn’t that.

Her touch is slow, careful—way too soft for the filthy thoughts racing through my head. She pauses. Her fingertips hover over my knee, eyes locked on the ink beneath them.

“Vincit qui patitur.” She traces the words as she reads them aloud with feather-light strokes over my skin. “What does this mean?” She looks back up at me with excited eyes.

I can’t answer. I’m too busy trying not to haul her into my lap.

Fuck, I’m no better than the animals in the locker room. I’m fucking worse.

My pulse is hammering. My fingers are locked, and my entire body is coiled like a wire stretched too thin. She’s right there. On her knees. And my dick is getting too hard. Right next to her perfect little face.

Christ!

I exhale through my nose, try to ignore it but fail miserably.

The image slams into me so fast, so vicious, I have to grit my teeth to keep from making a sound. Her on her knees like this, but notfor this. Lips parted around my length, cheeks wet with tears as she chokes on my cock, struggling to take every thick, pulsing inch of me.

Would she beg? Would she look up at me with those innocent eyes while I ruin her?

Shit, I need to move before she makes me find out.

I exhale, sharp and slow.

“I’m sorry if it’s a personal question,” she says gently and looks down at my knee again. She’s busy working, smoothing the tape over my knee with delicate fingers.

It makes it worse.

I don’t know why. I don’t know why she’s different. I’ve had women on their knees for me more times than I can count. None of them have ever made me feel like this. Half of me wants to wrap my arms around her and shield her from everything bad; the other half knows thatI’meverything bad.

It’s the feeling of familiarity, that nagging question in the back of my head—where the hell have I seen her before? It hasn’t stopped banging against my skull ever since I saw her.

Fucking enough.

I grab the tape from her hands and stand, putting as much distance between us as I can.

“I can do it myself.” My voice is sharp and rough. I’m fully aware I sound like an asshole, but I need to get away from her.

She blinks up at me, lips parted and brows drawn in confusion and hurt. She inhales as if she’s about to say something but doesn’t. Instead, she watches as I grab my water bottle. And then I turn and walk away before she sees the wreckage she just caused. Boxing is canceled.

I don’t look back. Because if I do, I might lose it.

And she doesn’t want to know what happens when I lose it.

Chapter five

~IRENE~

I sit in the medical room focused on Damien Colton’s physical exam. He’s shirtless, sprawled out on the exam table, wearing that lazy, cocky smirk that never to leave his face.

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