Page 62 of Nothing Without You


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When her rosy scent and giggles passed me, I opened my eyes. Discarded on the floor was my shirt and gone was the damn tease wearing nothing but that stupid fucking excuse of a bra.

What’s the point of putting my shirt on when she was gonna take it the fuck off?

She didn’t need a lesson on confidence.

What she needed was someone to pull it out of her.

With fluid precision, she gets into the ring. Her fingers toying with her bun. Just wait until I got in there, I’d fucking ruin her—pull that hair down of hers and show her I had the upper hand here.

Oh, fuck me.

With her back to me, she bent down and started stretching. The globes of her ass mocking me with their roundness. There was no fucking way she didn’t know what was doing.

“I’m not going easy on you,” I said once my legs could fucking move.

She straightened, shrugging like she couldn’t care less. “Bring it on.”

Grabbing two rolls of hand tape, I threw one to her. “Put this on.”

“Shouldn’t you put your shirt back on?” She acted likeshe wasn’t bothered by my shirtless attire, but the hard swallow told me otherwise.

“I’d rather not,” I unbuttoned my pants.

Panicked, she asked, “What are you doing?”

“Taking my pants off?”

“No.”

I raised a brow. “I can’t exactly fight in jeans.”

“I guess that’s that,” she turned to exist the ring.

“I have shorts underneath,” I exasperated.

“Well in that case,” she made a motion with her hands tocarry onwhile putting the tape around her hands.

“Let me help you with that,” I said after chucking my pants off.

She held her hands out while handing the tape over. “This will help make sure you don’t get hurt.”

A small nod.

Once I finished, I took a step back. “Right, let’s start?”

She stood with her hands oddly placed at her sides, waiting for instructions.

“We’ll start with basic hand punches, nothing crazy.”

She took a deep breath.Damn, her tits looked amazing.

“I can do crazy,” she stated with pure confidence.

Not in hand-to-hand combat you can’t.

Just as I kneeled to grab focus pads, the shadow of her presence loomed behind me.

What is she?—