Logan POV
Watching Emma in those tights and a sports bra had my heartbeat going a mile a minute, with no signs of slowing down.
Shit.
Shit, s**t, s**t.
Thank Goddess, I was sitting down, and Andrew couldn’t see the very obvious bulge in my pants.
She was driving me f*****g crazy.
“Okay, little one.” Andrew said, panting hard. “Not bad, not bad at all.”
He was right. She was amazing. She was fast, and she knew just where to hit to incapacitate her opponent.
I was proud of her.
I was turned on as f**k.
I was so mad at myself because I almost lost her.
“You are amazing, baby.” I said, smiling brightly.
“Jacob did a good job.” Andrew said as he gave Emma a towel. “I do see room for improvement, so we will be down here every day.”
Emma groaned. “I should have kept my mouth shut.”
