Big Daddy Caine (Unexpected Heroes Book 2) by Kassanna

Author:Kassanna [Kassanna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Contemporary, Multicultural, Sports, Literature & Fiction, Contemporary Fiction, Multicultural & Interracial
Amazon: B00SCSWUVY
Publisher: Flavorfullove Unlimited
Published: 2015-01-15T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

Michon turned over and stretched.

She glanced over at the other side of the bed, empty except for tousled sheets. Caine was missing, but she didn’t think he had gone far.

She rested on her elbows and looked around. The sheet slid down her body and bunched at her waist. Caine had claimed all her attention the night before, and when they finally made it to his apartment, she didn’t pay much attention to her surroundings. In the light of day, she could clearly see the wide-open space. Streams of sunlight poured through the windows above her, bathing the room in brightness.

Interestingly, there were few walls. Instead, the distinctive areas were defined by furniture pieces, one seamlessly flowing into the other. From her viewpoint in bed, she could easily see everything in the enormous room. In a corner, there was a weight bench with the weights stacked up next to it and a punching bag. Long racks bolted into the wall held towels, bottles, and various other items. Directly across from the equipment was a separate room. Steam billowed out from the open doorway; by that, she was guessing it was the bathroom. The kitchen was on the far wall and definitely looked masculine with all the chrome and black appliances. Coffee was in order and she sent up a silent prayer that the man had a coffee machine. Wrapping the sheet around her, she rose.

She crossed the space, stopping to look around. Three overstuffed leather couches circled a large flat screen TV that hung suspended from the ceiling. She gazed up. The open ductwork made the space feel larger. A few fight posters were scattered on the walls, with Caine’s name on them. With so much open floor space, the room didn’t feel crowded.

The sheet worked loose and she wiggled pulling the ends together to tie them tighter. She wandered over to the punching bag. Gloves hung on the wall behind it. Gently she fingered the butter-soft leather and cotton ties that laced up the front before twisting around to stare at the bag. It was larger than the ones downstairs in the gym. Caine’s name was embroidered at the very top, below the chains that held it suspended.

Michon glanced over her shoulder at the open doorway of the bathroom, and then back at the punching bag. She formed a fist. There was something enticing about hitting it. She really wanted to see what it felt like to punch something without care or repercussion. Michon swung. Her bare knuckles cracked on impact and the sound of skin slapping leather reverberated through the cavernous room. She gazed self-consciously at her knuckles before clutching her hand with the other, bending over and whimpering. How the hell did a person hit that and not scream? That shit hurt.

“And that’s why we wear gloves.” Caine’s dry tone floated to her. “Unless you’re a total badass that likes to go bare-knuckle fighting.”

Michon glanced through her spread legs. Caine leaned on the door jamb with a miniscule towel hanging low on lean hips and barely covering his cock.

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