Page 127 of What If I Knew You

She’s perfection and magnificence rolled into one.

And I want her like I’ve never wanted anything in my life.

“One…two…three…” she whispers. “Better get everything you want before your ten seconds tick away.”

Guiding her lips open with the press of my tongue, I dip inside her mouth as I trail my hand up the slit of her dress, reaching for the warm softness of her pussy.

“Fucking hell, Corr. You’re soaking wet.”

Her head falls back against the wall and she gasps. “Shit! Bodhi! You make me this way.”

Trailing my tongue up the side of her neck, I nibble her earlobe and then whisper, “Kiss me again so I can swallow the orgasm I’m about to give you.”

She brings her head back down and crashes her lips to mine as I trail my fingers through her arousal.

And then suddenly I’m torn away from her. Corrigan cries out as my body is shoved hard into the wall beside her, a strong unyielding hand around my throat.

“Just what the fuck do you think you’re doing to my daughter?” Coach Hicks’ breath is hot and smells of whiskey as he pins me against the wall.

Caught off guard, I hold up my hands. “I…Coach, I?—"

“Daddy stop it! Let go of him!”

“Stay out of this Corrigan.”

“No, YOU stay out of this, Dad! What the hell are you doing?”

With one hand still around my neck, he points a chastising finger at Corri. “I told you years ago to stay away from my players, Corrigan. And never in a million years did I ever think you would defy me.” Rage flows through him like an electric current. “You are my daughter! You are supposed to be class and sophistication. If you think you’re going to find yourself an easy hook up by flaunting yourself around my guys, you can think again. You’re better than that, Corrigan.” He shakes his head. “It’s bad enough I had to find you like this, hiding in a corner with your legs open, but to find you whoring yourself out to this?—”

WHAM!

My fist flies into Coach’s stomach simultaneously with Corrigan’s hand on his face.

Whoa!

What just happened?

Did she?

Fuck.

She did.

She hit him.

My eyes grow huge when it registers in my brain what we’ve both done, worried that we’ve just caused a huge scene at a very public event. But Corrigan doesn’t give two shits. She lifts her chin and stares at her father in complete defiance. There’s a tightness in her eyes I’ve never seen before.

This girl means business.

“You can say I am many things, Father,” she spits out angrily, her voice trembling. “You can say I’m a fuck-up and you can say I’m a disappointment, but don’t you EVER call me a whore again or so help me God it’ll be the last time you ever see me.”

“Corrigan—”

“I LOVE HIM, Dad,” she seethes. “I LOVE HIM. And NOTHING you do or say right now is going to change that so I suggest you get your fucking hands off Bodhi right now before I make a scene and embarrass the living hell out of you for assaulting one of your very own players at a fucking public children’s charity for Christ’s sake.”

Coach Hicks’ demeanor changes when he sees how pissed off Corrigan really is. His hold around my throat weakens and then he finally lets go but reaches for her. Hastily I put myself between Coach and Corrigan.

“Don’t you fucking touch her.”

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