Page 126 of Coach's Temptation

God, I love her.

"You spoil me,” she murmurs, taking a sip and moaning low like it’s the best thing she’s ever tasted. "And it was totally worth being late. You rocked my world, baby."

I grin and laugh with her. “You make it easy. But I hope you know exactly what you’re doing to me sitting there in my hoodie.”

“Maybe…” She tugs the sleeve over her hand, a gesture that shouldn’t be so damn sexy. “Or maybe I just like how it smells like you.”

I lean in, lips brushing her ear. “You know, I was thinking… if robots ever take over the world, my smart fridge would have some stories to tell.”

Natalie turns to me, brow furrowed. “What?”

I chuckle, enjoying her confusion.

“Earlier… in the kitchen? Before we left for the airport? The way I had you up against the counter while I fucked you so hard you almost knocked over the wine bottle?”

Her eyes widen, her cheeks flushing deep crimson. “Hunter!”

“It’s funny…” I continue, dropping my voice, “because every time I open that damn fridge, I think it might start moaning my name like some kind of stainless-steel parrot that's been listening all this time.”

Natalie all but chokes on her coffee.

She glances around, horrified.

“Behave! I don’t know what’s gotten into you today, mister,” she hisses, even as her eyes betray pure arousal.

I smirk, reaching for something under my seat. “Well, since I’m in agivingmood…”

I toss a bundle of soft navy fabric into her lap.

Natalie unrolls it and a custom made Icehawks varsity jacket falls in her hands. There's bold silver thread stitched across the back that says:

COACH’S FAVORITE.

She stares, then bursts out laughing.

“Hunter.” She blinks up at me, shaking her head in pure disbelief.

I feign innocence. “Figured since you’re already showing blatant favoritism, might as well make it official.”

“Favoritism? Please, I am anunbiasedprofessional.”

I arch a brow. “Really? Because last time I checked, you were riding me in my kitchen before this flight.”

Logan groans and turns around to glare at us over the headrest. “Jesus, can I get one peaceful nap on this plane?”

Natalie cackles, but her fingers smooth over the jacket, slow and reverent.

She looks up at me, eyes shining. “I love it.”

I press my lips to her knuckles. “Good.”

Because this?

This is just the beginning.

Two games left. Two chances to wrap this up quickly.

And when the buzzer sounds, the whole world will know what I’ve known for weeks.

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