Celina face-plants again. Rack puts his hand out and helps her to her feet. I think she may be the worst fighter I've ever seen."You're going easy on me. Stop it," she growls."I just knocked you to the mat again. How is that going easy on you?" Rack grunts in mock disgust."It didn't hurt," she whines between gasps for breath. Even with her hair pulled back severely, sweaty tendrils curl around her face and turn me on. Hell, everything about this woman makes me hard no matter what she looks like. I'll take her sweaty, clean, or covered in mud. Right now and every minute of the day, I want her.They've been going at it for an hour. I tried to train her weeks ago, but I was worse than Rack. At least he leaves her with some bruises."I like gun training better," she complains."Firearms training," Rack corrects her. "Come on. You need to block and strike without landing on your ass.""I bet you say that to all the girls."Rack rolls his eyes and gives me a look. This look means he's had
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