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I grab an extra pair of gloves and put them on. The two of us get in the ring and playfully spar. It’s clear to see that he has kept up with his training and is still superfast and quick on his feet.

He blocks my roundhouse kick and sweeps me off my feet but catches me before I fall back. Gently taking me to the mat with him, he removes his gloves, then mine, and then kisses me. I can feel how hard he is through his jeans, so I guess this was like foreplay for him too. I’ve been wet since walking in on Angel and Suit, not that I’d ever admit that out loud.

“My badass baby.” He smiles against my lips. “Perfect kicking technique, by the way.”

I roll my eyes and run my hands down his back, feeling all the taut muscle packed in there until I reach his tight ass. He makes a growling sound deep in his throat, then lifts off me a little, taking in my active wear. “You look fucking sexy in this. The pants show off your round butt so nicely.” He pauses. “Don’t wear it in front of the other men.”

“I wear this every time I work out,” I reply, moving my fingers to touch the stubble on his face. “Now stop starting a fight with me and kiss me.”

I need to come and now.

He smirks, his amber eyes flickering with amusement and hunger before his lips land on mine. When his hand slides into my panties, I don’t stop him.

“Fuck,” I whisper as he starts to stroke me, sliding two fingers inside me and curling them.

“So wet. This is what you needed, isn’t it?” He rasps into my ear, biting down on the lobe. A bolt of pleasure runs through my body. “Is my baby needy?”

Fuck! His dirty mouth.

It makes every time with him an experience.

“What do you want, Luella? Because I know what I want. I want to taste that sweet pussy and make you come right here in the middle of the ring. Would you like that?” he asks in a gravelly tone.

I nod, and I know what he’s going to say next. And every time he says it, it makes me so fucking wet for him.

“Use your words.”

“Yes, make me come right here, please,” I beg, swallowing hard. “I want your mouth on me.”

“Good girl,” he replies, moving down my body. He slides my leggings and panties down to my knees, spreads my thighs, and eats me like a starving man.

I don’t even care that I’m sweaty, and clearly, neither does he.

He hums and growls in between licks, and it doesn’t take long for him to push me over the edge, my back arching as I cry out in pleasure.

When I come back to myself, I’m horrified to hear a soft groan of pleasure mixed with amusement.

We’re not alone in the gym.

Haze covers me with his body, making sure nothing can be seen. “What the fuck, brother?”

Turning my head toward the door, I see Suit standing there, casually leaning against the wall. From what I saw earlier, I know he likes watching, so I wonder if he liked the show we just put on.

Just how much did he see?

“Call it even, Cupcake,” he calls out before he disappears.

Motherfucker.

And great, Lore’s nickname is catching on.

“What’s he on about?” Haze asks me, helping me fix my clothing and sit up. He’s still hard, but he’s going to have to wait until we get to our bedroom to take care of that.

“Nothing,” I reply, my cheeks heating.

“Luella.”

“I wanted to dance on the pole, and no one was around, so I went in there. But Suit and Angel were in there,” I explain, clearing my throat. “With one woman.”