Page 9 of Not My Coach

“Is this one of those fun new things I have to look forward to? Being carried everywhere?”

She bites down on her lip, and I force myself to focus on the task at hand before we never end up making it inside.

She pats a hand on my chest. “If you are a killer, can we make a deal at least?”

She’s funny, not that I thought she wouldn’t be. It’s just a nice surprise. Aside from the Nighthawks guys, I feel like I don’t laugh much anymore or let myself relax enough to.

Guiding us to my front door, I bend with her in my arms and enter the code with my right hand, saying, “What deal is that? There’s no going back once we’re inside.”

She feigns fear, but her eyes are glimmering with excitement. “Oh no. I would say I’m scared, but I already sent my location to three people and told them if they don’t hear from me in a little bit, then they should send cops here.”

And smart.

“If you’re a killer, can you at least not kill me? Like, you can keep me captive in the master suite with a constant supply of my favorite things, but just don’t kill me,” she says with a straight face. I feel like that’s a fair trade."

With my right hand, I push the door handle down and kick it open with my foot.

“I’ll take your offer into consideration,” I tease, kicking the door shut behind us.

Gently, I lower her to the ground before locking the door behind us.

When I turn back to her, she is looking around in awe. As I let her eyes wander, I let myself really take her in for the first time.

That black dress is clinging to every inch of her supple skin, down her hips and round ass that is begging to be reddened by my hand. It outlines her perky and full breasts that are overflowing from her top.

“What exactly do you do for work?” she mumbles.

Since this arrangement of ours is just for the night, I don’t want to get into the details of my real job. I’ll go with a simple answer.

Walking up behind her, I quietly say, “I’m a lawyer.”

She jumps and spins around, not realizing I got so close to her. Her chest is rising and falling, and I grin knowingly at her.

I look the part of the lawyer. Nice car. Well dressed. Luxurious home. She seems to buy it easily enough.

“Big hockey fan?” she asks, gesturing to the giant metal hockey sticks hanging above my mantel.

Rubbing the back of my neck, I answer honestly, “Yeah.”

“Seriously, you’ve never done this before?” Her voice is softer, almost sultry.

Smiling, I shake my head. “Not once.”

“It doesn’t make sense,” she mumbles. “You are crazy attractive. Like, so goddamn hot that I couldn’t keep my eyes off of you from the second I entered the restaurant. Even if you hadn’t come over, I wasn’t going home with Brad after seeing you.”

There she is, that little vixen that was toying with me at the restaurant.

Stepping to the side, I lean against the back of the sofa and cross my ankles, tucking my hands into my pockets.

My voice is low and rough as I ask, “What would you have done then?”

She shrugs and smirks. “Probably gone home alone and spent the night with you anyway—in here.” She taps her head.

My dick pulses as I reach out to her.

“Mmm,” I hum. “And what exactly makes you come?”

She takes a step toward me with her hands tucked behind her back. God, she looks so innocent with the way she is walking. But it’s an act. She is stalking her prey. Me.

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