Page 4 of Coach's Temptation

"Technically, the team owns my contract. I have it right here in my... oh wait, no pockets."

She smirks and presses a finger to her lips, batting those lashes again.Cheeky.

"I'm too old for you."

"I like older men. Plus, your stamina is-"

"The playoffs—"

"Start next week. And… oh my…" She rises slowly off the bench, towel clutched to her chest, hiding those delicious pink peaks that feel too damn good against my tongue. "You're looking awfully stressed. Why don't you stop being such a grumpy grouch, and stop wasting both our time, huh?"

Fuck me. I'm a dead man.

I should turn around, walk out that door, and not look back.

But my feet are rooted to the spot, my heart pounding like I've just skated a hundred laps.

Natalie steps closer, her hips swaying in a teasing dance that has my blood racing. Those legs… so silky, smooth, and damn long. They're going to be the death of me, I swear to God.

"Natalie." It's a low growl, a plea, a desperate attempt to cling to the last shreds of my self-control.

"Yes, Coach?" she purrs, her fingertips moving to where the towel is tucked in, precariously hanging on for dear life.

I swallow hard, my mouth suddenly dry. "This is a bad idea."

"Bad ideas can be fun, Hunter. I think both you and I know that by now."

She's right in front of me, close enough that I can see the beads of sweat on her skin, smell the faint scent of her hair.

My mind’s a mess.

A jumbled mess with thoughts of every damn thing I’m supposed to be doing before playoffs.

Twenty years.

That's how long I've fought to be in the NHL playoffs.

And now, every damn idea swirling inside my head is exactly why I’m about toruinall of that work.

Natalie takes one last step closer to me, her eyes never leaving mine as her fingers grip the edge of the towel. I swallow hard as time slows right the fuck down, every second an eternity as I wait for the inevitable.

And then, with a simple flick of her wrist, the towel drops to the floor.

"Whoops."

"Oh… God…"

I'm fucking choking. Natalie stands there, completely bare, and I swear to God, I’ve never seen anything more perfect in my life.

She's pure temptation, wrapped in danger, and every sexy fucking inch of her is a reckless invitation I can't resist.

Her tits are full and round. Her nipples already hard, begging for my mouth.

I already know the swell of her ass is a work of art, curved and firm, just aching to be grabbed and held onto while I take her from behind. Again and again and again, just like we have been for weeks.

But right now, more than anything, I need to kiss her. I need to taste her, to feel her lips against mine.

Because this thing… whatever we're doing here, it's worth doing.

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