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It took every ounce of restraint to not move toward her, throw her over my shoulder in a fireman’s carry, take her to my office, and swat that ass bright red until she begged for mercy and promised to never get near my players ever again. Then I imagined tying her down and eating her pussy again…
I stopped my daydream just in time. Before I destroyed her reputation, and mine.
“Oh, that’s what’s going on,” Trey observed. “Fuck.”
I didn’t answer him.
Even though “fuck” was right.
18
LUCY
“Fuck, that felt good,” I sighed once we reached the outside of the athletic center.
Tovah, Aviva, and Leslie surrounded me.
“Are you going to tell us what’s going on?” Leslie asked.
“Only if you swear that this stays here,” I told her.
As angry as I was, I didn’t want this to get out. It could destroy my reputation—and Coach’s career. He’d get fired for sleeping with a student, and no one would want anything to do with either of us. It was too taboo.
And then there was Professor Putrovski to consider. Would she still write me a recommendation letter if she knew I’d slept with the man she wanted?
Fuck.
“Of course it stays here,” Leslie said.
Aviva rolled her eyes. “You know we’re good at keeping secrets.”
“Maybe too good,” Tovah added, elbowing her.
“Like you can talk,” Aviva retorted.
Leslie raised her hand. “I can guess.” She turned to me. “You fucked him, didn’t you?”
Immediately, memories from the night before replayed in my mind. The feeling of him in between my legs, his eyes watching me, his cock making me so full, themine, the way he held me…
I raised my chin. “Well, I’m not a virgin anymore, I’ll say that much.”
Leslie grinned. “I told you so. I knew you weren’t over him.” But when she saw my face, her own fell.
“Oh, no. That whole production was because he was an asshole, wasn’t he?”
I wasn’t going to lie about it. “The biggest asshole ever. Abandoned me in the middle of the night with some bullshit note,” I said, rifling through my purse and handing it over to her because I’d already memorized it.
Tovah shook her head. “I’ll kill him for you,” she offered. “I know someone who can help us hide the body. I mean, I’m engaged to someone who can help us hide the body...”
I shook my head, knowing she was telling the truth. “We can’t kill him. We’re only a few games away from making the playoffs. The team would never forgive me if he died, and I don’t think Trey is a good enough coach to get them where they need to be.”
Tovah and Aviva glanced at each other. “Okay, well then…”
I interrupted. “I don’t want to kill him. I want to make him regret walking out on me. Every single nanosecond of every single day, until he comes crawling back on his knees and begging, maybe then I’ll forgive him and let him fuck me again.”
“I love you,” Leslie said, admiration in her voice.
“So what’s the plan?”
