Page 25 of Her Billionaire Bossholes

Get a grip!

My mind screams at me, urging me to regain control of the situation. But his touch, his closeness, it's intoxicating. The fire within me burns hotter, fueled not only by our competitive spirit but by a growing desire that refuses to be ignored.

His grip on my waist tightens, and I can feel the heat radiating off his body. A low growl escapes his lips as he flips us over, positioning himself above me. Our eyes lock, and in that moment, all sense of rationality dissipates into a haze of lust and longing.

With a swift move, he pins my arms above my head, his dominance evident in the strength of his hold. I can see the hunger in his eyes, mirroring my own. The air crackles with electricity as time stands still, every sensation heightened as our bodies become one.

The weight of him presses against me, igniting a primal ache deep within my core. I can feel the hardness of his body against me in all the right spots.

But just as the tension reaches its peak, the moment shatters. I buck my hips and the momentum shoves him off of me with a force that surprises him, causing him to stumble backwards and lose his balance. Caleb quickly gets back on his feet, his eyes wide with confusion and disbelief, but I'm already upright with my hands raised in anticipation.

Instead of jumping back into the fight, Caleb doubles over the rails of the ring and vomits loudly.

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CALEB

"Caleb!" Charlie's shout of concern echoes around the ringing in my ears. "Oh my god, are you okay? I'm so sorry, Mr. Carter, I shouldn't have pushed you so hard!"

Kill me. Kill me right now.

I just puked.

In front of her.

The most beautiful, sexy, strong fucking woman I've ever seen.

I fuckingpukedlike abitch.

"Charlie, please," I bark, trying not to look at her. "It's not your fault."

"But-"

"Stop," I order impatiently. "It's not your fault. I shouldn't have jumped into the ring right after eating. Stop apologizing."

It takes all my willpower to keep my frustration contained. I've never been so entirely mortified in my entire life. Taking a deep breath, I stand up and try to compose myself. "I'll have someone come in and clean this up."

Charlie's concerned gaze lingers on me, and I can sense her worry. But I hold her gaze for only a moment, my eyes shifting away to avoid further embarrassment.

"Can you just wipe this from your memory?" I grumble, taking the gloves off and tossing them out of the ring. "I'd appreciate it."

Charlie jumps out of the ring with perfect grace and jogs over to the cooler, grabbing a bottle of water before coming back over and handing it to me. "Consider it forgotten."

"Thanks."

Taking a swig, I swish the water around before spitting it out and repeating the process a second time before actually having a drink. The cool water washes away the remnants of nausea, but not the lingering sting of humiliation. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and glance over at Charlie, who stands by my side with a comforting smile. Her eyes sparkle with a mix of sympathy and understanding, and it only amplifies the intensity of my embarrassment.

She speaks up, her voice laced with genuine care. "Are you sure you're okay, Mr. Carter? Did you hit your head?"

I shake my head, trying to mask my embarrassment with a forced smile. "No, just a bruised ego. Nothing broken, I promise."

Her performance has a humbling effect on me, one that exposes the limitations I've placed upon myself. I realize at this moment that physical activities are not just about brute strength or skill, but also about a deep-rooted self-awareness that I have yet to fully embrace.

I can't believe that happened. How pathetic can I possibly be?

Charlie chuckles softly, the sound echoing melodically in the empty gym. "Feel free to fire me. I'm supposed to be protecting you, not making you sick."

Her words strike a chord within me. As if anything about her could possibly sicken me. The memory of her body pressed against mine floods my senses, making me forget the humiliation for just a moment. I remember the way her curves fit perfectly in my hands, how her waist felt so delicate yet strong beneath my touch. Her breasts, so enticingly full and firm, rose and fell with every deep breath she took, fueling my desire even more.

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