Page 17 of Not My Coach

I want to push her, make her elaborate on what exactly she is thankful for. But I refrain.

“You’re welcome.” I bend down and plant a gentle kiss on each of her plump and discolored cheeks before pulling away.

She sits up and turns around, sitting down on the bed with her ankles crossed and hands propped behind her. This is a stark difference from the shyness she displayed only moments ago.

She bites down on her bottom lip, and I consume the image of her in my bed. Her full and natural tits hang freely on her chest, one slightly larger than the other, perfect nonetheless. I love how confident she is in her skin; it’s sexy as hell.

She jumps up onto her feet, and I can’t help myself from watching my favorite parts of her body jiggle from the motion.

Don’t leave.

“I should probably get going. I need to make sure my dumb brother and his friend are okay,” she says, solemnly looking into my eyes.

Is she waiting for me to ask for her number? Is she waiting for me to kiss her good-bye? I don’t think that’s how one-night stands are supposed to end, but I am pretty new at this after all.

“I’ll grab your dress,” I murmur, longing to reach out and touch her all over again.

I walk out of the room, my dick swaying side to side, hustle over to her dress, and scoop it off the floor.

“Here you go,” I say as I approach her glorious, naked self.

She takes it from me with a smile and a glimmer in her eyes.

“I have some bad news, Evie.” My tone is serious, and her face twitches in confusion. “We did everything we could. But unfortunately, your panties didn’t make it.”

She bursts into laughter, and it’s the prettiest sound I’ve ever heard. She teases, “You aren’t allowed to be that hot, successful, and funny, Nate. Pick a damn lane.”

The silk glides down her body as she positions it back in place. I would apologize that I tore her panties apart, but then I would be lying because I am not sorry about it in the slightest.

“Walk me out?” she asks with a flirty smile, and I nod.

“Of course, one second,” I say and walk over to my closet and grab a pair of joggers and throw them on so I’m not completely naked when I walk outside.

Stepping into my slippers, I escort her to the front door, hating that with each step, this fantasy of ours is slipping from our grasp.

She reaches for the door, but I lightly slap at her hand, and she yipes.

“You don’t open doors for yourself, love. That’s my job.”

Grabbing the handle, I throw it open, holding it for her to pass through first.

“Thank you.” She blushes, and I love that this simple act can affect her so much.

The air is cool and crisp as we walk to her car. She unlocks it, and I open her door for her—at least she’s learning. Unfortunately, our night has come to an end.

She spins around and throws her arms around my neck, and I immediately grab her hips, stopping the silk from sliding up her naked hips and exposing herself to the entire neighborhood.

“Thank you for an incredible night, Nate. It is one I will definitely not forget,” she hums against my lips before kissing my cheek and releasing me.

She slides onto her seat and yelps, not realizing how sore her ass is and is going to be for the next few days.

A primal desire courses through me, knowing that every time she sits down or moves, she will be reminded of me.

“Stop smiling like that,” she scoffs and laughs. “Good-bye, Nathaniel.”

“Good-bye, Evie.” I shut her door gently and step back as she backs out of the driveway.

I can’t move a muscle until her taillights are completely out of view and she’s really gone for good.

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