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She looks up, and her eyes meet mine. We both freeze, and it’s as if time also freezes.
My brother is just around the corner. Her dad’s office is a few doors down from that.
It’s not like I can bend her over in this hallway and mark up that Graham jersey with my come, though I’m tempted to give it a try.
We both start moving toward each other, and we stop when we’re close enough to talk. I nod toward the hallway to my right. “The coaching staff is down there if you’re looking for your dad.”
“I wasn’t,” she says, and her voice is all breathless and throaty like it was after I came in her mouth.
My cock stirs at the memory.
I glance around, and the small conference room beside us is empty. The lights are off. I duck inside, and she follows me in. I leave the lights off, but the room is bright anyway from the daylight streaming in through the windows.
We move away from the window in the doorway, and she leans against the wall as I shut the door.
I’m not sure why I shut the door. I glance at the table in here, and a flash of her laying naked on it while I taste her pussy passes through my mind.
“I was looking for you.” She motions to her shirt. “You said you’d take it off.”
I close my eyes and shake my head. “You know I can’t. Least of all here.”
“Then why’d you say it?”
“Because I want you, but I have to fight against that. I made a promise.”
“Did you, though?” she asks. “Did you specifically say,Coach, I promise not to fuck your daughter?”
Hearing her talk like that makes me want to fuck her right here, right this very second, right there on that conference table.
“As I recall, you also made a promise to me,” she says with a shrug.
When my brows knit together because I have no idea what she’s getting at, she pulls out her phone. She scrolls for a second before she flashes it at me.
Her:Is that a threat or a promise?
Me:Both.
“So what’s it gonna be, Nash? Keeping your promise to my dad or to me?”
“You know I can’t do this, Des. No matter how much I want to. No matter how much I wantyou.” I sigh and rake a hand through my hair.
“One night, Asher. Just give me one night.”
“Fuck,” I mutter.
“I’ll even let you rip this jersey off of me.” She takes a step toward me, and her coconut hits my senses, though she’s still too far away for me to reach out and grab onto her the way everyinstinct in my body is telling me to do. She lowers her voice to a whisper. “I’m not wearing anything under it.”
Jesus, that’s something I want to see with every fiber of my being.
I’m holding onto the last ounce of my control with every fiber of my being.
“What’ll you wear home?” I ask, trying to keep some semblance of decorum with her father just around the corner.
“That’s future Desi’s problem. Present Des only cares about one thing.”
“What’s that?” My words are as big of a dare as her wearing this shirt here today is.
She takes another step toward me, and that does the trick. She’s close enough to reach out and touch me, and she does. She runs her hand along the front of my running shorts, and she finds exactly what she’s looking for.
