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happening to me. I’m losing control
again.
    Time
to face it. I’m useless around this man. Fucking pisses me off. But whatever.
I’ve got to get away from him. Regroup. Rethink.
    I
climb out of the ring and over to the wall, where I remove the cold pack and
look at myself up close. Yep, big, puffy, red knob under my half-closed eye.
    Britney
goes back to the desk while Colton appears next to me.
    He grabs
me and turns me to him.
    And,
there it is again. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before. It goes beyond
attraction, like a pulsing steady beat of intensity.
    He kisses
me. I want to struggle. I want to push him way. But I can’t seem to do it. It’s
like he controls me completely.
    We’re
both bloody and covered in sweat. I inhale the pungent aroma of human bodies swirling
around us.
    But I
don’t care.
    The kiss
is glorious.
    They got a thing for criminals. They like bad boys.
All of them.
    My dad’s
words are exactly the message I needed. I push him away.
    I
try to speak words, but nothing comes out. I just back up and walk away,
shaking my head. I’m afraid to look into his eyes. Too dangerous. His eyes will
win me. I can’t let them.
    I just
keep backing up, head down, and stumble into the ladies’ locker room.
    God, I’m pathetic! How did I lose control?
    I stare
at myself in the mirror.
    I don’t
recognize me.
    I examine
my eye a little closer. Damn, he got me good.
    I’ve
got to get out of here! The magnetic electricity that draws us together seems to
have expanded. He isn’t even here and yet, I feel it pulling me into its
promise of bliss.
    I splash
cold water on my face. Then I walk over to the lockers.
    I’m about
to strip to shower when I feel a presence. I turn around.
    There
he is, leaning on the white cinderblock wall.
    “What
are you doing in here?” I say.
    Well,
no. Actually I don’t say that. Those are the words I’m supposed to say. They’re
on my lips. I’m supposed to act all shocked and dismayed and girly that he’s in
here.
    But I
don’t do any of that.
    No, I
don’t.
    I just
don’t.
    Instead
I stare.
    He’s
shirtless. Just shorts and athletic shoes.
    Smirking.
    Oh,
God, that’s a deadly smirk.
    It
says I know you want me .
    It doesn’t
lie.
    He steps
toward me.
    His
chest is amazing. I want to probe it, to explore it, to feel its strength on
top of me. Slabs of stony power with sharp ridges that lead down to carved abs.
    Fuck,
am I imagining this? No man is this perfect.
    The magnetic
field is at full permeation now. There is no escape. It locks me in place, unable
to move.
    My breathing
is heavy. My nipples are erect. My clit is on fire. I can feel my pulse throbbing
through it.
    Then
he moves.
    Toward
me.
    Run, Sofia, run! Get out of here! This is wrong!
He’s a criminal! You’re investigating him! You can’t do this!
    Somehow...
God knows how... he’s standing close to me. Don’t know how it happened. I don’t
think either of us moved. Time and space seemed to move, warping us to within an
inch of each other.
    Next
thing I know, he’s grabbing my upper arms.
    Hard.
    Fierce.
    Staring
me down.
    Moving
in closer.
    I can’t
stop him.
    I don’t
want to stop him.
    God, I want this so much!
    I’ve
wanted it since the first time I saw those eyes glaring up at me from LaTashia’s goddamned iPad .
    There’s no way a man like this can get to me! No
fucking way! I’m in charge here!
    He kisses
me, canceling out that thought and proving me completely wrong.
    I let
go.
    The world
diffuses into a steamy mass of hot sweaty flesh. Hard muscle pressing into me,
around me, enfolding me in its rough warmth.
    A wet,
fierce tongue in my mouth. Hands on my breasts. The dam bursts down blow,
sending a flood into my panties.
    He smashes
into me, slamming me up against the row of lockers. I gasp, eyes open wide as he
pulls back and stares into me again.
    We’re
both breathing heavily now, the scent of our bodies permeating the air. Dirty,
musky man. Flooded twat. Sweat. Grit.