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“Fuck, they’re perfect,” he murmured against my neck. “You’re perfect.”

Goosebumps erupted where his mouth traced down my throat, each graze making it harder to remember where we were or that anything else existed outside of this moment.

“Dalton, I need…” I didn’t know what I needed or wanted. Hell, I didn’t know what I was doing.

His lips found my temple. “Let me take care of you,” he whispered, standing with me in his arms. My ass met the hard surface of my desk. “Let me make you feel good, Sunshine.” Kisses peppered my clavicle before he dropped to his knees in front of me.

Those thick fingers were surprisingly agile, and he flicked the button of my pants open.

“Lift,” he demanded, pulling at the pantlegs the second there was some space between the wooden desk and my body. Cool air hit my exposed skin, and his green eyes flicked up at me. “You always go around wearing no underwear?”

My cheeks heated under his stare. I’d been so caught up in the moment it didn’t dawn on me ’til right then how he was staring at all of me.

I licked my lips. “I didn’t want underwear lines to show up in pictures.”

He blinked a few times, the wheels turning in his head. “I never see lines in your shorts either…”

A man was kneeling before my bare pussy, but what was making me embarrassed was the fact that he’d just caught on to the fact that I almost never wore underwear.

“Do you have a problem with that?” I challenged, lifting a brow.

“Yeah, I do. I don’t like thinking about all the missed opportunities I had to slide my hand under your shorts and fuck you with my fingers.”

There weren’t a lot of things that left me speechless, but Dalton’s mouth was one of them. I swallowed, trying to gather enough saliva to respond. “What makes you think I would have let you?”

All he did was smirk, like he knew full well what would have happened if he tried. He placed a kiss on the inner crook of my knee. “Tell me, Ari, does this pussy get wet when you see me working out?” Another kiss. “How does it feel to want to fuck your hockey player?”

I squealed when, without warning, he yanked me forward on the desk, stopping when my pussy was right at the edge. I must have manifested this moment because he shoved my legs apart with his broad shoulders, warm breath brushing against my core, and it was like he’d walked straight out of my nightly fantasies.

My eyelids fluttered close, anticipation building. The waiting alone was liable to cause me to come.

But nothing happened.

I look down to find him staring up at me, a cocky smirk on his gorgeous face.

“I thought you were in charge when we were in your gym, Coach.”

“Huh?” I furrowed my brow, the lust making it hard to think straight.

“If you want me to eat your pussy, you have to ask for it.” I froze, heat flushing my body at his words. He trailed the tip of his nose up my inner thigh, inhaling. “God, you smell so fucking good. You drive me crazy. Look at what you do to me.” His fingertips dug into my chin, directing my attention to where his pants tented at the crotch.

Gone. Whatever reservations I had left were out the damn window. I only had so much willpower, and seeing him so turned on was my breaking point.

“Pull it out.” My voice was firm, and I swore he shivered at the command.

“Yes, Coach.”

Without breaking eye contact, he unzipped his pants, tugging his cock free. A low groan fell from his lips as he gave it a long, languid pull. Precum glistened at the tip, and I couldn’t help but squirm, seeking some sort of relief. My body was crying out for release.

“You’re making a mess. Want me to clean it up?” he asked, continuing to pump his hand around his length. Something inside me snapped, and my hands were in his hair, pressing his face between my thighs. His chuckle reached my ears right as he flattened his tongue, running it up the length of my slit like he was licking a damn popsicle.

My eyes began to flutter close, the pleasure too much to keep them open. But they popped back open when he stopped.

“Eyes on me. How else will you know if I’m doing a good job?” He smirked, mouth glistening.

“Show me what you’ve got then, Thatcher,” I challenged, barely holding onto my sanity.

Cocky ass, didn’t break eye contact as he swirled his tongue over my clit. “Mmm. Your pussy is the best thing I’ve ever tasted.” The vibration of his moan against me had me tightening my hold on his hair. Stroke after torturous stroke, he held my gaze, until I was grinding against his face.