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“No,” I told her, moving to kneel on the logo right in the middle of the court. I pulled her down with me, then laid down. “You fuck me.”

Her eyes dilated even more, and she took my hands, intertwining our fingers and lifting them over my head as she sunk down on me.

Sure, this was only my second time being buried in her, but fuck, it felt so right.

I pulled my knees up, my feet flat on the floor, and I couldn’t fight the crazy, sexy shivers that raced down my spine at doing this to the coach. As childish as it may seem, it was a small little payback.

“Damn it, Shawn, you fill me up like no one else has.”

“Fucking right,” I groaned, squeezing her hands while I looked over her body. She was so damn perfect for me; it nearly killed me. “I’m the only one who will, too.”

She smirked as she looked down at me, her hips slowly twisting. Jesus, she was killing me at this pace.

“Shorty,” I growled, “I said fuck me, not tease me.”

I nearly died as she tightened around my dick before coating it with even more of her juices. Oh, she liked that.

“Was it the growl, or the dirty talk? I could talk about your cunt all day, how tight it is, how it feels around my cock, how I love being buried in you balls deep.”

She moved faster with every statement, and I lost my mind. This wasn’t working.

So, I let go of her hands, grabbed her hips, and fucked her from the bottom, thrusting up into her furiously. I reached between us, rubbing my thumb over her clit as she moved harder against me.

“Yes, fuck yes,” she cried out, her nails scraping down my chest as she went crazy, coming fast and hard. “Oh my god, yes…” she whimpered.

Her tightness pushed me over the edge, and I joined her, seeing stars dance behind my eyes.

That was beyond intense, and fuck me, I wanted to do it over and over again, never letting this woman out of my arms.

Chapter 10

Marketa

“What are you doing? Shouldn’t you be getting ready to hit the gym?” I questioned, pulling a shirt on.

“Probably. But the men in charge are being dicks and a few other guys are getting ready to cut out. I have a small gym in my place where I can work out if need be. What are you doing?”

“I’m getting ready to go. You know, doctors appointment and all that.”

“I thought it was tomorrow!”

“It was. But they called me this morning, said the doctor had something come up and was wondering if I could come in today.”

“You wait right there, Shorty, I’m on my way!”

I giggled at the giddiness that was evident in that one little statement. A week ago, after our little jaunt at the arena, I told him I had booked an appointment, and he was bummed hecouldn’t make it because it was a practice day. Gym days could be skipped, practices could not.

So, I could see why he was giddy now. And honestly, it was precious to me. I didn’t think Shawn would be all in like he has, but he’s showing me the kind of man he is, that he wants to be for me and this baby, and that’s twisting something in my heart.

I really didn’t do this to trap him. I wasn’t even planning on telling him, but looking back, I know he would have been so upset and hurt. I don’t think he wanted a kid yet either, but he wasn’t flipping out over it.

Not like I’ve seen most men do. And that was refreshing.

Of course, we hadn’t brought up the not too far off future of explaining this to my dad or how we plan on parenting. But I can admit, I’m not giving up my baby. And frankly, I’m not giving up Shawn.

I would love to say things are slow, and they have been, other than that one time a week ago in the arena. We’ve kissed, but there’s been no other sex. Yet. He’s kept to his word about getting to know me.

I peeked out the window as I heard a car in the driveway and quickly locked up. I jumped in his car, giving him a kiss on the cheek, causing him to grin.

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