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Thursday
Conor looked back at his girlfriend, noticing how she seemed agitated and nervous. Usually, Mia didn’t mind coming to see him train. She had been present at every one of his fights and was a crucial part of his preparation. He watched out of the corner of his eye as she searched through her bag nervously and checked her phone constantly. Luckily, he was just using a punching bag and not fighting an actual person, or he would have been knocked out. Deciding he was too distracted to focus, he abandoned the bag and made his way over to the girl sitting amongst water bottles and training gloves.
“What are you looking for?” he cocked his eyebrow in question. Mia jumped in surprised and looked up, her cheeks getting pink.
“Nothing,” she blushed again and put her bag aside. Conor crouched in front of her and stretched out his hands so she could take off his gloves. As soon as she pulled off the worn red material, his fingers wound their way around her forearms, pulling her closer. His lips pressed to her fragile wrist before running his nose up so he could kiss her palm. Her hand straightened as he pulled her middle finger into his mouth, sucking on it imperceptibly. It was a surprising arousing for her and he grinned at the affect. His mouth left her skin before standing up and taking him with her into a tight embrace.
“Then why aren’t you wearing a bra?” he murmured into her hair just loud enough for her to hear. He smirked as his hands trailed up her sides and settled over her ribcage where he could touch her thinly covered breasts. I didn’t take a genius to realise she was turned on, certainly not when he could see it through her cotton t-shirt. Taking the hint, Mia looked down and gasped when she realised her nipples were perceptible through the material.
He chuckled and kissed her jaw as his hands sunk their way down to the material of her leggings. “I didn’t think anyone would notice,” she stammered as her face turned a bright red. She had actually lost the bra she was wearing earlier in the day while scrambling out of another man’s bed to get to the gym, having lost track of the time due to lazy, sleepy kisses.
“I noticed,” Conor purred in her ear before kissing her neck. She was small enough to easily pick up and he put her on the high table behind her. Kissing down her neck, he nibbled on the skin as she hummed in appreciation. His hands roamed her thighs, “I could get you off here and now, and I bet no one would see. Huh baby, is that right?” Mia gasped lightly in response as his fingers teased where she wanted him most. “Silly girl thinking she could come here with barely anything on and not have me all worked up.” He leaned in and dominated their kiss, his tongue running along her lips and into her mouth as he held her face.
“Conor, forget the girl. Get in the ring!” his coach yelled from across the room. Mia looked back through the foggy space at the ring and back up into her boyfriend’s gray eyes pleadingly. His lip was cut in the center and he had grown slight stubble since the last time she had seen him a couple days previous, making his face look unusually rugged. As much of a pain he could be at times, she couldn’t deny how good looking he was.
“You may want to find a jumper, babe, before the whole gym knows your little secret.” Conor grinned as his coach bellowed for him to get across the room with threat of extra training. He shifted back and out of her arms, gauging her reaction. As much as his training sweat wasn’t appealing to her, she clung to him. “I have to go,” he soothed and leaned down to kiss her again.
Backing away, he left her sitting with her arms subtly covering her breasts and her legs firmly together. “Fight’s on Saturday. I need my good luck charm,” he winked and jogged off to the ring.
