"Again."
Serena wiped sweat from her forehead and faced the punching bag. At four months pregnant, her growing belly made some movements awkward, but Dante insisted she learn to defend herself.
"I can't hit any harder," she panted.
"You're not hitting with your whole body." Dante moved behind her, his chest pressing against her back as his hands guided hers into position. "Feel the power in your core, let it flow through your arms."
The private gym in the penthouse was state-of-the-art, but she barely noticed the equipment. All her attention was focused on the way his body felt against hers, the heat of his hands on her skin.
"Like this?" She threw another punch, this one connecting with satisfying force.
"Better." His lips brushed her ear. "Again."
For the next hour, he taught her
