Page 58 of The Way We Win

I quickly go over, open it, and pull her inside fast.

“Hey—Oh!” She falls back against the door with a huff of exhale. “Good thing it was me, I guess.”

To her credit, she always manages to make me smile.

I brace my hands above her head, leaning down. “Just making sure no one sees us.”

Her cheeks flush attractively, and she straightens her back, stretching like a kitten to put our faces irresistibly close.

“Am I your dirty little secret, Coach Jack?” It’s a sexy whisper that activates my dick.

Fuck. I lean down to trace my nose along the line of her hair. She smells like a juicy green apple.Forbidden fruit.

“Yes.” My voice is rough.

Her hands touch my waist as she exhales a soft hum. Everything she does makes me hard.

Pushing off the door, I take a step back to look at her. She did exactly what I told her to do, changing into a tight purple sweater with a tantalizing V-neck, and a flowing gold skirt with white flowers.Easy access.

Her silky dark-brown hair is tied up in a messy bun on her head with small pieces escaping around her cheeks. Those black-rimmed glasses are perched on her nose, and the cherry on top are her deep red lips.

Crossing my arms, I almost smile. “You’re perfect.”

She takes a cautious step closer, lifting her chin. “Just following orders.”

Relief exhales through my lungs, and I walk over to pour a scotch. I usually only have one beer at night, but I’m also usually on duty as a single dad.

Tonight is a scotch night.

Lifting the crystal tumbler, I turn to face her, arching my eyebrow. “Are you planning to tell Ronnie yes?”

Her chin pulls back, then her hand drops. “RonnieFreeman?”

The way she says it almost makes me break character.

“You said you’d think about it.” I sit in the chair, crossing my ankle over my knee as if I’m angry.

She exhales a short noise. “Well, that’s because he’s harmless. You’re not really upset about that are you?” Her eyes blink quickly, and she’s adorably flustered. “You know I’m only interested in you.”

My veins simmer. “I’m going to need you to convince me.”

Those velvet-red lips pout, and she comes to where I’m sitting. “Tell me what to do, Coach. I’m ready to get in the game.”

Lifting my finger off the tumbler, I point to the arched entrance to the hallway leading to my bedroom.

“Stand there.” My eyes run down her sexy breasts. “And strip.”

Her pout turns to a naughty smile, and she walks to the hallway, swaying her ass as she goes. Then she turns to face me and starts to unbutton her sweater.

“Stop.”

Her fingers freeze, and I uncross my legs, going to where she stands and flicking on the yellow overhead light behind her. From there, I walk to the kitchen and turn off the lights, leaving only the small lamp beside my chair still lit.

The effect casts her in a perfect silhouette, and I sit in the leather chair again, crossing my ankle. “Now begin.”

She turns, leaning her back against the wall and lifting her breasts. Her body is outlined in light, and I watch as she unbuttons her top.

“Music would help.” Her voice is soft, and she looks at me, lowering her glasses.

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