Page 35 of Not My Coach

“Oops.” She smirks, and as slow as possible, she reaches down for it.

“Don’t worry. I will get you a new one,” I say professionally.

I am the waiter tonight so I move faster than her, crouching down and grabbing it. Her warm breath caresses my ear, and I’m so fucking happy there is an apron around my waist to hide the fact that I’m hard as fuck for her right now.

“Here, you dropped this,” she whispers and holds out her closed hand.

My hand moves under hers without thought, and she opens her fingers, letting a small bundle of black lace fall into my hand.

I know what it is the second it touches my hand. They’re identical to the ones I ripped in half the first night we met.

She took her fucking panties off in this room in front of everyone. I swear to God, if anyone saw her …

My blood is boiling hot, my dick is begging for her pussy, and I am fucking screwed.

Closing my fist around the lace, I tuck it into my pants pocket and walk over to the cart without a word, discarding the dirty fork and grabbing a new one.

I set a fork down beside her, keeping as much distance as possible so I’m not tempted to shove that little dress up and fill her pussy up right here.

As I push the cart back toward the tunnel, I hear her say she is going to use the restroom and excuses herself.

Picking up my pace, I stow my cart and apron along the wall with the others and make my way toward the restrooms, knowing these are the closest to her and where she’ll probably go.

Her heels click down the hall, and I recognize her gait and practically see the sway of her hips in rhythm with her steps.

Most of the guests won’t feel comfortable taking this route as it’s the back way into the restrooms tonight. That leaves us all alone as I hear her approach.

The moment she turns the corner, I step in front of her, grabbing her by the sweet spot right under her jaw and pressing her firmly into the wall.

“Did you really think you’d get away with that all night?” I growl, and a fierce smile spreads across her face.

I’m so fucking hard right now. I can’t think straight or rationally at all. I can’t think about how stupid and careless and unprofessional this is. All I can think about is her.

The way her lips taste like fucking heaven. The magical way her body responds to mine. The way she tastes so goddamn delicious with her thighs wrapped around my neck. I’m absolutely addicted to her, and there is no road to recovery.

Grabbing her hand, I pull her with me down a separate hallway and into the locker room that no one has a need to enter right now. To be honest, I’m so desperate to be inside of her that I don’t care if we get caught.

Grabbing her once again by the throat, I hold her against the wall and run my nose up her neck, inhaling deeply.

“Fuck, I missed the way you smell, sweetheart.” I nip at her neck, restraining myself not to leave a mark for everyone else to see.

“Nate …” she whimpers and rolls her hips against mine, greedy for friction.

Taking her thong from my pocket, I dangle it in front of her face. “Did you take these off in front of everyone? Or did you bring them along just to taunt me?”

My cock is so hard in my pants, pushing against her stomach. I’m so desperate to feel her again.

She licks her lips and says, “I slid them off of me moments before you came out with the dinner course. You looked down, and I thought you could use a pick-me-up.”

She shrugs, and I crash my lips into hers, unable to go another second without claiming her. Her hands slide into my hair, and she rolls her hips against me. I groan into her mouth, and she pulls away, panting.

“Do you know why I looked so down, Evie?” I snake my hand around her waist and down onto her plump ass, squeezing what’s mine.

Her chest is heaving, and her pupils are blown with desire.

“Because I want the one thing I can’t have. And it’s fucking eating me alive, sweetheart.” I suck her bottom lip between my teeth and tug. “You are the only one I need, and you’re the only one I’m not supposed to want. Yet here I am, seconds away from taking you in the locker room because I can’t fucking help myself. You have ruined me, Evie.”

“Good,” she whispers before claiming my mouth with hers, kissing me like she needs it to breathe. “Fuck me, Coach.”

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