“He's my unofficial trainer,” Jax says, his voice a delicious rumble that always makes me a little wet between the thighs and leaves me breathless. “Trainer?” I question. “Trainer for what?” “Didn't you know, Pretty Girl?” Loki says from the back, and I glance over my shoulder to see an evil smirk on his face that tells me he's stirring shit somehow. “Big guy here is an underground MMA champion.” My brows raise at this. “How am I only just finding out about this? Jax?” I turn to glare daggers at the man in question, who looks a little sheepish. “Why do you think he’s so, well, ripped?” Loki
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