Entice (The Fighter Romance Series - Book #2) Read Free Page A

scheduled this week and he does his own
cardio today.” What the hell was I saying? How was touching his hot, sweaty,
sexy, hard, irresistibly delicious…shit! How was touching him all day going to
help me think with my head? I took a deep breath and said, “What will we be
working on?” If it was something on the weights…the machines…the ropes…I
wouldn’t need to touch him…
    “I’m fighting Devon Rafter on Friday,” he said, like
I was supposed to have any idea who that was. I guess my face told the story
because he went on to say, “He’s 2nd in Light Heavyweight rankings in the UFC.
His strength is boxing, so I need to work on my ground game. Sam says that’s
where he is the weakest.”
    My mind ran quickly over what I knew about the
ground game. We’d be talking about Brazilian jiu-jitsu and all of the mounts
that would bring us closer together than sex…in the back room where the mats
were, basically alone. Shit! We may as well just have sex. I was definitely
going to need a change of panties before the day was over. None of this was
going to fit in with my plan to stay professional and keep my distance. Damn!
    I smiled and in my most professional voice I said,
“Okay, are you ready to get started? He grinned then. It was a genuine,
knock-your-socks-off and then melt-your-panties-off grin. It was going to be a
long day. I felt like I should go take a cold shower even before we started.
    “I’m ready,” he said.
    He followed me to the back where the heavy mats
were. I was happy to see that Greg was back there with one of the few personal
clients that he still trained. At least with witnesses we would both keep it
professional.
    After we both said hello to Greg and his client, we
went back over to the empty mats and I said, “Okay. So ground game, huh?”
    “Yeah, it’s never been my strong suit. I’m more of a
fist to face and foot to flank kind of fighter if you know what I mean.”
    I forced another smile and said, “Yeah, well, today
you’ll have to learn how to get down and dirty. Lay down on your back. I’ll
walk you through each one and then we’ll spar.”
    He smirked at that. “You don’t think I can handle
myself?” I asked him.
    To his credit, he lost the smirk and said, “If I
didn’t, I wouldn’t have asked you to train me. I’ve seen you with Mark. You
know your stuff.”
    “Thanks. Okay. On your back.”
    He lay on his back on the mat and I got down next to
him up on my knees. He was smiling at me again. I wished he would knock that
shit off. “Okay, so we’ll start with side mount because that’s what you’ll use
to lead into the deadly mount.” I leaned forward and slid my right knee to just
above his hip. Pushing in on it I said, “Make sure to keep your knee here. It’s
going to keep him from turning and sliding.” He nodded and I went on, “Use this
leg as leverage to force your chest into him. The extra weight will make it
harder for him to move or breathe.”
    “So, I’ve seen it with both knees against the
opponent. Is this one better?”
    “I’m getting there,” I told him with a “pay
attention” look.
    “Okay, sorry.” I reached my arms across his chest
and dropped my chest down onto his, using my legs to push all of my weight into
him. He grunted and I was satisfied that he’d gotten the point, so I sat up
before my body started trying to take over.
    “Got that?” I asked.
    “Yeah, you’re heavier than you look,” he said with
another grin. I ignored him and moved on.
    “Okay, side mount with both
knees. Make sure at least one of them is above his hip like this,” I put my
knee back into the soft flesh just above his hip. “The other one can be pressed
against the upper part of the thighs like this,” Now I had both of my knees
pressing against his naked flesh. This was like torture. Greg wasn’t paying me
enough and neither was Paul. I once again dropped my chest against his and felt
somewhat self-gratified by his jerk and