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His powerful thrusts moved me on the mats. With each heavy plunge, he bottomed out, and the base of his cock hit my sensitive clit.

My body shuddered with each thrust, and I felt my orgasm crashing closer.

“Beau!”

“Let it come, angel.”

I gripped him and started coming. The pleasure was hot and fierce. I whimpered.

“Damn, you’re so beautiful when you come,” he gritted out.

He kept powering deep. I saw him glance down, watching as my body took him.

With his next thrust, his cock filled me, his hips pumping forward. I watched his muscles strain as he let out a low roar and came.

His climax took a while, and I couldn’t take my eyes off him. So big and beautiful.

Finally, he sagged against me, rolling to the side so he didn’t crush me.

I felt him playing with my hair.Mmm. I felt so good. Relaxed, pleasured, safe.

“We’re going to need to disinfect this mat,” I murmured.

He let out a low rumble of a laugh. “Yeah.” He pressed a kiss to the side of my neck.

I let out a happy sigh, my eyes closing.

“No. We’re not sleeping in a damn boxing ring.” He scooped me up, and carried me out of the ring.

“Beau, we’re naked! We need to clean up, and pick up our clothes—”

“We’ll do it in the morning before opening.”

He paused, and it took me a second to realize he was dumping the condom in the bin.

“Right now, I want you in my bed.”

Oh. He carried me up the stairs. I was so curious about his apartment.

When he stepped into a large open space, I looked around. The place had a masculine vibe. The floor was wood, and the kitchen had dark cabinets. Cool, metal lights hung over a large, leather couch that faced a massive television.

The place was totally Beau. I saw a framed picture of him on the wall wearing his boxing gear, gloves held up in a fighting stance.

“That photo should be in the gym.”

He grunted. “I’m not a poser.”

He carried me up a set of stylish, open, wooden stairs to a mezzanine level.

It was ringed with a metal railing on one side. A big bed sat in front of some triangular windows under the eaves. It was covered by a dark-gray comforter.

He set me on the bed.

Then he rose and nodded. I saw satisfaction on his face.

“I like you right there,” he said.

Warmth filled my chest. I liked it, too.