Trouble in paradise (official)

Chapter 54 "Mikey the great."😈🔥

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"That's good, that's good!!! Great job Lani."

Mikey pushed back his ebony crop with the back of a gloved hand, tossing the equipment to the floor. It fell with a thud and shifted over onto its side.

"Alright." He rested both hands, on top of his head exposing the deep-cut, narrow lines of his abdomen. "We're done for the day," he puffed.

"But when you get home, if you're not too tired, I want you to work on your pivots and your basic jab drills."

His body glistened under his black cropped t-shirt as he reached his sculpted arms to the ceiling. An ethereal mist seemed to form around him as he drew large circles with his fist. He kneaded a knot in his neck as he turned to face the wall.

The distance between his shoulders seemed to go on for miles as he squatted in front of his bag. Lani traced the curve of his back with her eyes, watching the sweat dance from bead to bead as it trickled down to his tiny waist.

"Oh and when you kick...."

He stood up suddenly, knocking her off balance. She gathered herself, quickly straightening her posture. "Mm hmm", clearing her throat into her glove to hide her smirk.

"Make sure you focus on keeping your weight on the ball of your foot when you turn your hips. It's very important."

He stared at her blankly as she nodded, scanning his body.

"You don't want to lose your footing, or worse, allow an unnecessary opening for your opponent." He tossed her a towel before going back to his bag.

She snaps out of her trance, catching the lavender scented towel. She hurried over to the heavy charging table, opposite Mikey. She huffs, exhaling slowly as she reaches her bag.

Lani taps the soft towel to her forehead and neck, as the door clicks. She throws down her gloves snickering to herself, gnawing at the tape on her wrist. She tore a long piece off, looking over her shoulder to see if Mikey had left the room.

I mean I was listening......but I'm not going to lie. I didn't hear shit he said. She laughed to herself. Damn I hope none of that was important. She sucked her teeth, stuffing her gloves into her bag a little frustrated. "It's his fault for being so damn fine."

She let her eyes close, humming to herself, caught in wanderlust. The sight of that thin piece of fabric clinging to the ridges of every muscle of his tight upper body painted the back of her eyelids like art in a gallery. She could stare at his back all day, replaying the image and getting lost in his hills and valleys. Or better yet, hollow divots between those boulders as he drove into her over and over again.

She was so wrapped up in her daydream that she almost didn't notice when two porcelain pillars outlined her frame. Something solid pressed firmly against the small of her back as a man's soothing breath warmed the space behind her ear.

"What's my fault?" He said.

"Huh?"

"Oh you can't hear me now." His arms closed in around her body.

"I— I thought you left."

"Nah. When I said we were done, I was only talking about the training." He spoke in a deep breathy growl, gentler than he ever had, he bore his fingers into the skin above her navel.

Mikey inhaled the scent of deep purple flowers as he drew circles down her neck with the tip of his nose. He silently sang her praises, tenderly raising goosebumps on her skin with his fingers.