Page 114 of See You at the Finish Line

He leans his head on my shoulder and pride rolls through me.

“Does this mean I win?” I ask. He nips at my neck and I laugh, curling into him.

“Adam, I have a question about—” Head Coach Henry Whyatt bursts into the room.

Paige scrambles off mylap, adjusting her clothes.

Coach stares at us, his head bouncing between me and Paige. There’s no way in hell he doesn’t know what just happened. Paige’s face is flushed and I’m sure I look like a wreck.

Paige has wrecked me—in the best way possible. What we did on my desk will forever be imprinted on my mind. I’m getting hard again just thinking about it.

“Miss ...” Coach looks at Paige for her to fill in the blank.

“Harrison, Paige Harrison,” she says like she’s James Bond. And then she curtsies.Curtsies. It takes a lot of self-control not to laugh.

“Miss Harrison, may I have a word with Mr. Ashford?”

“Yes, sir,” she says and hurries out of the room, only turning back as she’s closing the door to raise her brows at me, her face scrunching up. How can one woman be so fucking sexy one minute and then pull the most adorable face the next? I fucking love her.

I turn my attention back to the coach, trying to clear my sex-addled brain. “What can I do for you?”

He gives me a hard look. “Do I even want to know what was going on in here?”

“Sir?”

“You know the rules, Adam. Cut it off.”

I clear my throat. I won’t be doing that.

“Sir, if I may be candid?”

He gestures for me to continue.

“I’m in love with that woman, so I won’t stop seeing her.”

Coach Whyatt stares at me hard, his face carefully blank. If he’s trying to make me sweat it out, it’s working. But I’m not going back on this, no matter how scared shitless I am.

When I don’t crack under the weight of his stare after what feels like an hour, he relents first. It’s a small victory but not insignificant.

“I see. And you’re prepared to lose your job over it?” he asks.

“I am, but I hope I don’t.”

He nods but before he sits on the chair in front of my desk, he gives me a questioning look. I shake my head. It’s safe for him to sit on. The top of my desk, however ... Nope, I can’t think about that right now. My cock is already itching for more. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted—no,neededanyone this badly before.

“Let’s table that for now. We need to talk about next week'spractices.”

“You said what?” Paigeis sitting at the kitchen island feeding pieces of her dinner to Q as I tell her about my meeting with the coach.

I glossed over a few details, not wanting her to know I’ve told other people I love her before she knows herself.

“I told him I was prepared to lose my job over our relationship.”

She stares at me. “Are you?”

“Is that a bad thing?” I brace my hands on the counter I just cleaned.

“I can’t decide.”

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