Page 49 of Not My Coach

My eyes burn as I stroke the pet name with my thumb. “I love it, Nate.”

He wraps his arms around my waist and tugs me against his front. “Good. Because you’re not getting rid of me.”

Spinning around in his grasp, I lean up to kiss him, then remember that I’m wearing very stainable lipstick and freeze.

“If you think that is going to stop me from kissing you, you’re wrong. I can just wash it off. Now, come here,” he growls and grabs my face, crashing his lips into mine.

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“Are you excited to start teaching this fall? Nervous at all?” Nate asks me.

I finish swallowing my bite of ridiculously delicious pasta before answering, “I’m a little nervous, yeah. But super excited. I love kids, and I’m glad that a part of my job will consist of craft projects.” I smile and lean back in my chair, my stomach overly full.

“How many kids do you imagine yourself having?” he asks with his eyes down, twirling a forkful of pasta.

“I don’t know. I’ve always pictured having at least two or three. What about you?” My stomach flips over and hides under a rock as I wait for his answer.

“As many as you’re willing to give me.” His eyes flick up, dark and full of lust.

“Oh, yeah?” I smirk, pressing my thighs together.

He playfully kicks my leg beneath the table and says, “Absolutely. Maybe we should practice tonight.”

I roll my eyes, knowing it’s going to drive him insane. “I could probably be talked into it.”

“Probably?” He chuckles.

Definitely.

All I can think about right now is how badly I want Evie’s thighs wrapped around my face while she rides my tongue.

Slow R&B music fills my car’s speakers as I drive Evie back to my house after dinner. She is singing along to Fallin’ by Alicia Keys, and part of me is tempted to take the scenic route just so I can keep watching her sing and dance to the music. As much as I want to prolong this, I want to get her in my bed before I say screw it and fuck her in the backseat of my car.

“Did you have a good time at dinner?” Evie asks me as she turns down the radio.

My head whips to her. “Oh my God, yes. Did I give the impression I didn’t?”

She shrugs. “You’ve just been quiet since we got in the car.”

Smirking, I look at her stunning blue eyes before studying the perfect curves of her lips. “Trust me, sweetheart, my silence is the result of pure concentration to get us home in one piece.”

She squints her eyes at me, and I grab her hand and wrap her fingers around my hardened cock over my slacks.

“You don’t even know how badly you own me, baby. You and that little dress of yours have been driving me crazy all night.”

She giggles. “Oh …”

She blushes and squeezes my dick in her hand, rubbing it over my pants, and I adjust my hips, bucking against her palm.

She turns the music up a little louder and leans back in her seat, her legs falling to the sides. This woman is going to be the death of me, I swear. With my eyes on the road, I reach over and wrap my hand around her smooth thigh. Tantalizingly slow, I trail my fingers up the inside of her thigh and cup her sweet pussy before sliding a finger beneath the black lace and dipping it inside of her. With ease, it glides into her soaked center.

“Have you been this fucking wet all night, sweetheart?” I groan, thrusting my finger, now two fingers, in and out of her.

She bites down on her bottom lip and nods, looking at me with those big, almond-shaped blue eyes.

“Fucking hell,” I moan, bringing her closer and closer to her first orgasm of the night.

“Nate …” she grinds out, her hips jerking side to side as I relentlessly finger-fuck her.

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