Celina face-plants again. Rack puts his hand out and helps her to her feet. I think she may be the worst fighter I've ever seen.

"You're going easy on me. Stop it," she growls.

"I just knocked you to the mat again. How is that going easy on you?" Rack grunts in mock disgust.

"It didn't hurt," she whines between gasps for breath. Even with her hair pulled back severely, sweaty tendrils curl around her face and turn me on. Hell, everything about this woman makes me ...