Page 27 of Not My Coach

“Yeah, sure. What’s up?” I wave him in.

He passes through the threshold of the door, and I realize he’s not alone.

Right behind him is Brett Burns.

This is a fucking disaster.

“Hey, Coach.” Brett waves, walking in without a care in the world.

I’m so glad I didn’t go with the alternative desk I liked that was made entirely of glass.

“What can I do for you guys?” I force the words out steadily.

Evie’s dangerous hand continues to work me, and she’s loving every goddamn second. She places a kiss on my inner thigh, and I think I might fucking lose it.

“Kos’s birthday is coming up, and we want to play a prank on him during practice. But we figured we should ask you first,” Brett explains, and I try to focus on what he’s saying, but I’m struggling.

“Yeah, that sounds fine to me,” I answer.

She kisses my other thigh, pumping me slowly.

“Oh, perfect. Do you want us to run the details by you now? Or …” Costello asks, his brows furrowed.

Oh God, I’m failing at concealing my lack of focus.

“Up to you,” I say, immediately regretting not telling them to do it later.

Evie’s soft and warm tongue runs across my tip before she takes me into her mouth, tasting me quietly.

“All right, we are going to have each player pie him in the face and jersey and shit. Do you think maintenance and the equipment team would be upset?” Brett asks.

She takes me further into her mouth. If she makes one sound, I am going to spank her until she can’t walk for a fucking week.

“No, and if they do, I’ll deal with them. Do whatever you guys want. I approve,” I tell them with feigned excitement. “It’ll be fun to prank the captain.”

They chuckle and nod in agreement.

“Is that everything?” I ask them. “I have an important meeting I have to get into. I’m teaching a few lessons on etiquette.”

“That’s cool. We’ll leave you to it,” Costello says, turning to head out of the door.

“Have a good night, Coach!” Brett sings, following Costello out of the door.

The second it clicks shut behind them, I throw my chair back, and it smacks into the wall.

Reaching down, I grab Evie’s lip-gloss-smeared face in my hands and pull her out from underneath my desk, crashing my lips into hers. I devour her with my kiss, taking everything she will give. I bite her bottom lip, and she moans into my mouth.

“Stay put,” I order her before stalking to the door and locking it.

No one is interrupting what I’m about to do to my sweetheart.

My chest is heaving as I stomp back over to her. I place my hands on the neat and organized papers on my desk and swipe them off, clearing it for her.

Without a word, I hook my fingers into her leggings and panties and wiggle them over her ass and down to her ankles. “Did you wear those tight and practically sheer leggings to get my attention?”

She bites her plump lip and nods slowly.

“Get on my desk and spread your fucking legs,” I bark at her as I grab on to her hips and help her round ass find the cool wood. Gripping her tighter, I lift her onto my desk.

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