"Show me what you got Skyla-Chan," he stealthily shifted behind her and carefully watched as she landed a few more punches at the bag with Doran's face.
Leaning closer he held her wrist in a firm grasp, the one that wouldn't hurt her. She tilted her head to stare back at him, his face only a beat away from hers.
"This still bends, I will hold it," his voice raspy in her ear as his muscled chest connected with her back and all of Skyla's senses were crowded with his unique oceanic scent and rugged ridges of his body. So perfectly toned in all the right places.
His bare foot landed alongside her and shifted hers a bit back, positioning her properly. Their toes rubbed against each other and she could feel sparks burning her whole body.
'God help me.' She sent a silent prayer.
Inhale
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