Page 151 of The Tempted

I tried to mimic him, to keep his pace, but I looked ridiculous. My footing was all wrong, and I punched the bag too hard and it spun around in circles from the chain it was suspended from.

“Double jab, cross, step hook to the right,” he barked, his feet light as he swung hard distracting me, confusing my left with my right, I collided with his hard body.

“Shit, you okay?” He asked, turning me around to face him. Sweat dripped from his face making him look so much more rugged. I swallowed, unable to speak and nodded my head.

“More,” I croaked.

“You sure? You look beat,” he stated, brushing away the hair that was sticking to my face from perspiration.

“I said more,” I pulled back my hand and punched his chest urging him to continue.

His gaze traveled to my mouth, so I spoke, dragging out each word.

“Give. Me. More,” his eyes piercing mine. I could see it, the struggle, the desire, the burning. Everything I was feeling he was too, it was comforting to know that a workout regime could make him as crazy as it made me.

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