Page 24 of Her Billionaire Bossholes

Focus, focus.

Her gaze returns to mine as she swallows. "Well, I better get back to it."

Leaning against the nearby boxing ring, I raise an eyebrow playfully. "So soon?" I say with a mischievous grin. "Feeling up for a little friendly competition? Care to spar with me?"

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CHARLIE

"Spar?" I find myself repeating Caleb's proposition, caught off guard by his unexpected request. My mind races.

Why on earth would he want to spar with me?

Caleb's nonchalant shrug and casual explanation bring a smile to my face. "Why not? I could use a little exercise."

Without waiting for my response, Caleb strides towards the training area, confidently grabbing a pair of gloves and slipping them on. Then he struts to the ring and rolls up onto the platform, waving me forward.

Judging by his fit figure, Caleb doesn't really need any exercise. Still, I chuckle at his enthusiasm and his willingness to interact beyond the typical employer-employee relationship. But... is this okay? Being in the ring, in such close proximity...

Screw it.

I lift myself onto the platform and bask in the glow of his excited grin. He's too damn cute when he's excited. I laugh, a mix of surprise and amusement bubbling up within me.

"Don't even think about going easy on me," he says with a self-confident smirk.

The urge to wipe it right off is compelling.

"As you wish, Mr. Carter," I tease, putting my hands up.

I watch as Caleb's eyes light up, a fire igniting within him. He takes a moment to adjust his stance, the muscles in his arms flexing under the gloves. The air crackles with anticipation, and I can't help but feel my own competitive nature awaken. With a mischievous gleam in my eyes, I begin to circle him, studying his movements for any hint of weakness. Caleb mirrors my actions, his gaze locked on mine, as if he's trying to decipher the secrets hidden beneath my composed facade.

Without warning, Caleb lunges forward, his gloved fist aimed at my head. I swiftly dodge to the side, feeling a rush of adrenaline coursing through my veins. The sound of our gloves meeting fills the air as I retaliate with a quick jab towards his ribs. It connects solidly, eliciting a grunt from his clenched teeth.

As our bodies move in synchronized motion, I can't help but marvel at his agility and strength. Each punch he throws is met with an equal force from me, our bodies dancing in perfect harmony. But beneath the surface of this friendly competition, there's an undeniable fire burning.

"You hit like a man," I tell him playfully, unable to stop myself from grinning wildly.

His brow shoots up. "Why do I get the feeling that isn't a compliment?"

My grin widens and I shrug one of my shoulders. "Take it however you like."

He grunts, swinging at me. "Isn't that my line?"

Heat swells in my core, and it has nothing to do with the sweat glistening on my chest as I swat his hand away. His muscles ripple beneath his sweat-soaked shirt, his breaths coming in heavy pants as he pushes himself harder. I can see the hunger in his eyes, a hunger not just for victory, but for something more.

The intensity between us only grows as our bodies collide, the sound of our gloves meeting echoing throughout the training area. The dance we engage in becomes more than just a friendly competition - it's a raw display of power and desire.

Caleb's eyes narrow as he feints to the left, then unexpectedly hooks me with a sharp right hook to my jaw. The impact sends a jolt of pleasure through me, fueling the fire that burns within. My head snaps back from the force, but a thrill courses through my veins.

I retaliate only a breath later, knocking him to the ground. As Caleb hits the mat, a surge of triumph courses through my veins. But instead of staying down, he rolls to the side and springs back up, his determination shining bright in his eyes. There's a fierce hunger in his gaze that matches my own, drawing us inexorably closer.

Without hesitation, I rush forward, my body now driven by a primal instinct. I use his legs to take him down again, twisting up to stand over him. The taste of victory lingers on my lips as I stand above him, catching my breath. Caleb's chest rises and falls rapidly, his once-confident smirk replaced by a mixture of surprise and admiration.

"You're good," he manages to say between breaths, his voice laced with awe.

"I know," I confess confidently.

I extend my hand to help him up, but he uses it to pull me down on top of him. The feeling of his hard body between my thighs is enough to stop my heart in its tracks.

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