Page 20 of Coach Sully

“Do you have a favorite?” I ask, flipping through some records.

She takes a sip and swallows. “Hmm, that’s a tough one. I’m a mood listener, but if the house went up in flames and I could only save one… probably Tina Turner.”

Tonight was supposed to be one last fuck before I’m forced to push her away, but seeing this side of her, who she is when no one’s around, only makes me like her more. Kendra’s the cake I want to have and eat too.Whatever we are, expires tonight, and the passing seconds piss me off.

“Put something on for us.”

She has a broad range of artists to choose from, and I’m curious what album she’ll select. Out of the corner of my eye, I watch her take another drink while she looks on to the wall of records before us. After a beat, she steps in front of me and pulls out a cardboard sleeve ofZero 7. I’m starting to think Kendra is from an earlier generation than her own. I chuckle as she drops the needle onto the record.

She smiles. “What?”

I shake my head. “Nothing.”

Professionally, she’s driven and authoritative. She flitted around Sugar and Ice calling shots and making decisions while quietly commanding the team she showed up with. No question, they respect her.

But when it’s just us… she’s more vulnerable and free. I hope she doesn’t give every man she takes home the same treatment—it’s a gift I’d like to pretend is mine alone.

Sitting down on the green sofa, I make myself comfortable. I tilt my head as she sways to the music.

She moves toward the spot next to me on the sofa, and I don’t hesitate. I grab her waist and firmly drop her sideways into my lap. Her body tenses, and she takes a deep breath.

I furrow my brow. “What’s wrong?”

She shakes her head, looking down into her glass.

“Kendra…” I say as a warning. “Talk to me.”

“I feel like we shouldn’t be doing this.”

“Why not?”

“Because you’re not mine.” She glances down to her fidgeting fingers. “I mean, you’re not anyone’s, but… Do you know what I’m doing on Monday?” she asks.

“What?”

“I’m sitting down and interviewing a woman who is committed to finding love… finding love withyou. She’s probably thinking about you right now, and I’m sitting on your lap. I have to look her in the eye on Monday and discuss her becoming the next Mrs. Sullivan while I’ll still be sore from you fucking me two nights prior.” I hate the longing in her voice but love that she anticipates being sore. It’s an admittal that we both need this and plan to take it.

“How about I come back tomorrow and we practice your poker face?”

“Sully, it’s not funny. What I’m engaging in is beyond unethical.”

After peeling the glass from her grip and setting it aside, my other hand travels from the nape of her neck to the base of her spine. She arches her back and adjusts against my hardening cock. I bracket her sides in my palms and sit her up, then readjust her so she’s straddling me. My hands land on her bare knees and glide upward until I’m hiking the skirt up around her waist and showing off the royal-blue lace underwear she’s rocking. “Very cute.” Her short dress never stood a chance. We’ve been dancing around this all night, and now the only things between us are my clothes and her underwear.

“I don’t want to get into trouble.”

Aww.“You’re a terrible liar, baby.”

“I’m not lying.”

“Do you have any idea how warm your pussy is on my leg?”

Cupping behind each of her thighs, I yank her forward, grinding her over my cock. My lips cover her small gasp at how hard I am for her. We’re so close. It’s right here. I want her more than my next breath.

After we tease each other with our proximity, she whispers,“I never said I didn’t want it. I just don’t want to get in trouble.”

I smile against her lips. “I won’t tell if you won’t.”

Burying my hands under the stretchy fabric of her dress, I grip her thighs, loving the feel of her against me.

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