Page 51 of Her Billionaire Bossholes

Her eyes narrow, clearly recalling how our last sparring session ended. "I'm not sure about that..."

I roll my eyes, stopping right in front of her. "Come on," I murmur. "I haven't eaten since lunch."

She chews her lip in contemplation, tapping her foot with her endless energy. Reaching up, I place my thumb over her lip to stop her. Her eyes widen infinitesimally, but she stops her chewing and tapping. Leaning down, I kiss her full lips sweetly. Then I gesture to the ring with the jerk of my head.

"Let's go."

Not waiting for her to reject the offer, I walk over and grab the gloves, rolling onto the platform and tapping them together expectantly. With an adorable sigh of acceptance, she grabs her own gloves and follows my lead.

Charlie steps into the ring, the canvas beneath her feet creaking softly in response. "I'm still going to kick your ass, you know," she says haughtily when she stands up in front of me.

I grin. "We'll see about that."

As we prepare to spar, I can't help but feel a sense of exhilaration coursing through my veins. I take a moment to appreciate the flawless symmetry of Charlie's body, her muscles rippling beneath her taut skin. She radiates strength and grace, a mesmerizing combination that makes it hard for me to focus on anything but her. With a flicker of determination in her eyes, Charlie raises her gloved hands to shoulder height, readying herself for the impending battle. I mirror her stance, my own body poised and prepared for whatever she might unleash upon me.

The air in the gym crackles with anticipation as we begin our spar. We circle each other, our movements fluid and calculated. Charlie's eyes never leave mine, a fierce determination burning within them. Her agility is astonishing, each step she takes on the canvas is deliberate and graceful. I find myself momentarily captivated by her every move, mesmerized by the way her body seems to glide effortlessly through the air.

With a sudden burst of energy, Charlie launches herself forward, throwing a lightning-fast punch towards my torso. I react instinctively, dodging her attack with a nimble sidestep. The rush of adrenaline fuels my own movements as I counter with a swift jab followed by a powerful hook. Our gloved fists collide in a symphony of thuds, reverberating through the gym.

The intensity between us builds with each exchange, our bodies weaving in and out of striking distance. Charlie's punches are like lightning strikes, each one striking with precision and force.

Charlie's gaze pierces through me, her eyes glinting with a mix of determination and mischief. Her fiery spirit is mirrored in her tousled mane of chestnut hair that cascades down her back. There's a wildness about her, an untamed beauty that captivates my every thought. I can feel my pulse quicken as I drink in her essence, losing myself amidst the allure of her presence.

In that moment of distraction, Charlie seizes the opportunity and lunges towards me. She moves with a primal grace, her body fluid and powerful as she tries to take me down to the ground. I fight back with equal ferocity, using every ounce of strength and skill to resist her assault.

Our bodies collide, grunting with exertion and determination. The sounds of heavy breathing fill the air as we struggle for dominance, our wrestling match intensifying with each passing second. The raw energy between us crackles like electricity, a palpable force that fuels our resolve.

Charlie's muscles ripple beneath her taut skin as she attempts to pin me down, her movements calculated and forceful. But I refuse to yield, my own body tense and resilient as I push back against her. The sweat drips down our foreheads, mingling together in a testament of our physical exertion.

We roll across the canvas, limbs entangled in a fierce struggle for control. Our primal instincts take over as we grapple and wrestle, each of us fighting for the upper hand. The sweat drenches our bodies, glistening in the dim light of the gym, as we exert every ounce of strength and skill we possess.

In the midst of the chaos, I catch a glimpse of Charlie's determined gaze. Her eyes burn with an intensity that matches the fire within her soul. There is a primal hunger in her expression, a hunger to prove herself, to conquer and dominate. It only serves to fuel my own determination, my desire to push myself beyond my limits.

With a sudden surge of energy, she manages to twist out from beneath my grasp, reversing our positions. I find myself on the bottom, her straddling me as she pins my shoulders down against the canvas. Our bodies are flushed with exertion and heat, our breaths heavy and ragged. In that suspended moment, Charlie's lips part slightly, her breath warm against my face.

Crashing down against me, she kisses me roughly, thick with need. With a growl, I meet her desperate kiss with equal fervor, my mouth seizing hers hungrily. Her tongue darts into my mouth, exploring it hungrily, and I can't help but groan in response. Each movement is a dance of passion and desperation, the air thick with the scent of sweat and lust.

Charlie's hands tangle in my hair, pulling me closer as our lips meld together, our tongues dueling in a passionate symphony. The world fades away around us, replaced by the fierce desire that burns between us. I can feel her heart pounding against my chest, a testament to the intensity of her emotions.

As our kiss deepens, I can't help but run my hands up her back, gripping her tightly as I pull her closer to me. She responds by thrusting her hips against me, her body language a clear indication of the desire that is burning under the surface.

Eager to please, my free hand dips down between us to caress her through her leggings. She moans, but it turns into a growl as she forces me back against the mat. Crawling down, she pulls my pants and boxers down in one swift movement. She immediately takes me into her hot, wet mouth.

"Oh, fuck," I groan, letting my head fall back. "Yes, baby. Just like that... shit."

I reach down and grab her ponytail, tangling my fingers in it and forcing her to take more of me with the thrust of my hips. She sits up, meeting my eyes.

"Don't go easy on me," she orders.

I get the feeling I'm about to have the best fucking sex I've ever had.

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CHARLIE

"Oh, God, baby," Caleb groans, both of his hands cupping the back of my head to force his entire length down my throat.

I don't know what came over me. I was looking at him, at his beautiful, handsome face, and then I just had to have him. I needed him.

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