Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22629 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22629 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
“Over dinner.” He puts our glasses back on the table before tightening the padded gloves around his hands again. “Right now, I’m going to get you on the ground, and we’re gonna do some rolling around.”
The way he speaks makes my knees weak. I know he means we’re sparring, but hell, I can’t stop thinking about tumbling around with both of us … shirtless. Pants-less. Hard and wet. Bodies touching, wrestling each other and against our base urges.
I have to stop myself from drifting too far, but the smirk on his face isn’t helping. He’s watching my teeth sink deeper into my lip, my eyes showing the signs of my spiraling mind.
“A date it is, then.” I clear my throat and get ready for whatever he has planned next.
6
ARTHUR
Adate.
I sure as shit implied it, but I didn’t want to be the one to say it. I almost feel dirty just thinking about taking Eva out. Might be because I’m fifteen years her senior, but probably because I’m still holding onto the thought that being her father’s employee means something. But I can’t stop myself. Eva pulls my deepest wants right to the surface without even trying.
I’d be damned if I let this opportunity slip through my fingers. It can be my in with Eva, and if I’m lucky, my way inside her too.
Steady on, Arthur. There’s still a lot of sunlight to burn before you can let your mind roam free. Don’t want another incident like yesterday.
“Groundwork’s both incredibly simple and the hardest thing you’ll ever learn,” I finally answer her question.
It doesn’t stay calm long. Turning back to meet her eyes is enough to send me down another rabbit hole of fucked up thoughts relating to the things I want to do to her sweat-soaked body. Her shirt’s sticking to her skin, rock-hard nipples poking through, amplifying those thoughts a thousand times over.
“What’s the simple part?” Eva asks.
She’s so fucking gorgeous. Pure, effortless beauty. Light freckles splashed across red flushed cheeks from our intense training. Soaked-through blonde hair, tied in a tight ponytail, bouncing down her back. Boxing gloves protecting her delicate hands.
My perfect woman. Hell, if this is how she showed up to our date, I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off her.
“You want to be on top whenever you can.”
She snickers at my answer. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” She winks at me, and my throbbing manhood jerks inside my jeans.
There it is. The mischievous spark I saw dance over her face when I said Hancock.
“Why do you think I’m rushing to it?” That’s the sort of honesty I shouldn’t be so open to sharing. But who could say no with how well the day’s going?
“And the hard part?” She crosses her arms under her breasts and tilts her head down to my cock.
I have to avert my eyes to the sky to not go completely insane. Teasing is one thing, but the way Eva’s speaking to me is basically foreplay. And I’m still trying to hold some self-respecting professionalism.
“The six-foot-six, two-hundred-and-sixty-pound monster you’re trying to get on top of.”
Her eyes widen at my response and she gulps down an audible swallow.
“There’s no way I could do that,” she says.
“Size means a whole lot less if you know what you’re doing.” I drop down to my ass and extend a hand to help Eva lower. When she’s in position at my side, I shift around until I’m resting on my haunches. Hands up as if this is an actual fight.
“Center of gravity is the most important thing when fighting low. You need to be solid in your core and ready for anything. Try to push me, and I’ll demonstrate.”
Eva tries to mimic my stance. Squatting while the boxing gloves protect her chin but not too high to block out her vision. She takes her time to move, thinking she might catch me off guard when she does strike.
But I don’t budge. Even as she lunges forward, using my technique and driving her right fist into my chest with all her might. At least she knows how to punch through her target now. Hell, that one even stung.
“What the heck?” she asks, wide-eyed and stunned because I didn’t even flinch.
“Try again.”
She does, and I don’t move. This time, she doesn’t stop, throwing wave after wave of thrusts and pushes against my frame, and though I have to adjust my legs for better grounding, I don’t fall.
“How?” she asks once her flurry of blows comes to a stop, and she’s heaving air into her lungs again.
“Well, if I’m honest, it’s because my center of gravity is double your entire weight,” I tease. “Where I’ve got size on my side, you’re smaller and need to fight smarter, not harder.”
“So, this was just you trying to show off?” She rolls her eyes.