Mav is at a crossroads.
He's a retired pro fighter that just had the love of his life tell him that she's off the market and getting married to a regular, safe guy. Oh, but if only this decent nice guy knew the voracious sex kitten he's marrying.
For him, she'll be a nice, put-together wife and mom, but for Mav, she was his kinky submissive, available at his beck and call whenever he wanted her and however he wanted her.
In a twist of fate, just as Mav is about to lose his frame and slip into a pity party, a bratty little woman in need of an attitude adjustment walks into his gym seeking fighting lessons. What unfolds is a sweaty, intense lesson that neither of them will forget, in more ways than one...
EXCERPT:
Relax, Mav.
I breathe in and out to calm my nerves, then walk over to the ring steps. I slip between the ropes and march over to this cocky woman so that I can establish some damn authority in the gym where I pay the bills and keep the lights on.
It's not until I'm in the ring face to face with this shadow boxing stranger that I truly notice her physique and beauty.
She's stunning.
I'm surrounded by physical specimen in my line of work more often than not, but her body tone makes it clear that she takes serious pride in herself. She has a slim, athletic frame, with the slight muscular definition of an Amazon, matched with the softness and pure femininity of a yoga instructor.
The woman has her hair braided back out of her eyes, giving me a glimpse of almond crystal pupils that penetrate the light and draw you into her allure.
I snap out of it, because knockout beauty or not, you don't disrespect my gym.
"I'm going to have to ask you to leave if you're not going to listen," I say calmly.
For the first time, she makes eye contact with me.
"That means you scared to go a couple of rounds with me?," she taunted.
