Knox POV
No. Training isn’t ending like this. Not with her on top, not with her looking like she just won. I roll us with ease, flipping her beneath me and pinning her there just long enough to steal the breath from her lips and remind her who she’s playing with. Then I pull her up with me.
“Not bad,” I murmur, watching the flush rise along her chest. “But now try again. This time aim for the face, not the gut. I know you want to wind me, sweetheart, but I like a challenge.”
She was supposed to aim high. Instead, she distracted me and then went low, right between the legs. Dirty tricks. Clever tricks. But not what I asked for.
I step back and watch as she adjusts her stance. She shifts her feet, rolls her shoulders. It would be impressive if I didn’t already see the tell. Her weight is
