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My dick jerks in her hand. There’s a list of a thousand things I’d like her to do, but if she’s going back downstairs to DJ again, we only have time for one. “What do you want to do?” I ask.

Her dark eyes flash, and she crawls over me to get to her nightstand. As she opens her top draw, her breasts hang in my face, and I reach up and tease her nipples with my tongue.

Her thighs tighten around my waist, her breathing quickening a little, but then she closes the drawer, sitting back out of my reach, a condom in her hand. She wastes no time tearing it open and rolling it down over my cock, and I watch, mouth slightly open as she guides me inside her.

My breath leaves me in a heavy exhale as she sinks down on me, and I run my hands up her thighs, squeezing her ass. “Fuck. You feel incredible.”

Her eyes are half closed as she leans back a little, her lips parted. All I can do is watch as she starts to move, using me for her pleasure. It’s the single hottest thing I’ve ever seen as she gasps, quickening the rocking of her hips as she uses me to hit the spot inside her that will bring her to the edge.

Reaching forward, I seek out her clit, rubbing circles as she grinds down over me, her skin flushing and her breathing turning to breathy pants. When I move my other hand up to pinch her nipple, her head falls back.

“Aldo,” she moans. “Fuck. Yes.”

The second I feel her pussy clench around my dick, I flip us, pinning her under me. She gasps, her eyes wide, and I kiss her hard, devouring her as she flutters around me. The second she stills, I start to move. Holding off coming as she pulsed around me was hard as hell, but I’m determined to make this good for her. Gripping her waist with one hand, I brace against the wall with the other as I buck into her, hard and fast.

Joy arches under me, her heels digging into my ass, and I shift my position, trying to hit the spot that will have her coming undone again. I know when I’ve found it because she gasps, her fingers digging into my shoulders, and I drop my forehead to hers as I let go. My vision blurs as I fuck into her, relentlessly chasing the cresting high I’ve been pushing back since I stepped into the Hive tonight.

When Joy cries out, her body clenching around me again, my own release follows, my thrusts falling off kilter as I come hard. She’s still whimpering as I claim her mouth, savoring the feel of her tongue against mine as the final flutters of her orgasm lap at my cock.

“Do you have to go back?” I ask, nipping at her ear. “Because I really want to do that again.”

Joy laughs and trails her fingers up my spine in a way that makes me shiver. “I really should. It’s not fair on Trey to ditch him for the whole night.”

I flex my hips, grinding against her and causing her to moan. “At least let me try and convince you.”

“Stop it,” she says, smacking my ass. “I’m only going to do another hour and a half. The girls know I’ve got early practice.We’ve got early practice.”

It’s my turn to groan, and I reluctantly pull out and stand, tying off the condom and tossing it in the trash. “I can hang around until you finish your next set if you want?”

Joy kneels on the bed, taking my face in her hands. “After the next set, I’m going straight to sleep. If you’re here, that’s not going to happen.”

“I have no idea what you’re insinuating,” I say, grinning down at her.

“This was fun.” She presses a soft kiss to my lips. “I’d like to do it again if you want to.”

I shrug. “I’ll think about it.”

“Dick.” She laughs, shoving me in the chest, and I surge forward, kissing her until she melts in my arms.

“Okay, okay,” she says, wriggling out of my grasp. “Clothes.”

Sighing in defeat, I stoop to pick up my jeans. I might have to let Joy go tonight, but I’m already thinking of a thousand ways to keep her.

DOUG

Okay. I’m curious. There’s definitely something going on between Masters and Joy. When he first showed up at Franklin West, they all but ignored each other. Not that I gave a shit because I was trying to do the same thing, and besides, Joy is a professional—she didn’t let it affect her. Not like I did. I press my lips together as I glance at my stopwatch.

I refuse to be embarrassed by my behavior, though. The team has been my baby for three years. Someone showing up out of the blue to co-parent would have been a blow to anyone.

I squint over at where Masters is crouched down at the end of the pool talking to Wes. I’d never admit it in a month of Sundays, but it has actually been useful having him. The team isn’t big but spreading my focus evenly over all twelve swimmers is near impossible in a session. Plus, it’s nice to dump some of the boring crap onto someone else, too.

To be fair, Masters hasn’t complained once when I push admin his way. He hasn’t once questioned my way of doing things, either. The team could practice more. There are even some meets we don’t go to. But I don’t want to push them that hard. We swim enough to win. As far as I know, there are only three on the team who want to swim professionally.

My focus narrows in on Joy, who’s slicing through the water with a perfect breaststroke. Although she’s slated to swim for Team USA, she never mentions it and I know, as her coach, that she’s blown off the last couple of trials, saying she had too much coursework to do.

My dick perks up at the thought of my women’s captain, and I turn toward the locker rooms to adjust myself before it becomes a visible problem. There are a hundred reasons why I shouldn’t have crossed that line in San Francisco, but I honestly don’t give a shit about any of them. It was one of the hottest fucks I’ve ever experienced, and I relive it in my shower daily.

Perhaps it’s a subconscious self-preservation thing, but I’ve always tried not to pay the team too much attention—to keep my distance. I don’t listen to anything they get up to outside of the pool, and I don’t look at them too closely. I’m their coach, and that’s it. It’s worked like a fucking charm for three years.

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