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I push into her half a dozen times and then fulfill that promise. My orgasm hits me like a tsunami, flooding my system with ecstasy, and I empty myself into her until I finally sag against her quivering body, the window the only thing still holding us up.

Fucking hell.

I press a light kiss to her collarbone, then pull back. A tiny smile tugs at her lips, but her half-lidded eyes look heavy, like she’s about to pass out.

“You better not fall asleep on me, Coach. We’re just getting started.”

13

GREER

Jill gasps. “You did what?”

I lie back on my bed with my phone pressed to my ear and sigh. “I slept with Bash.”

And then ran the hell out of there like I was a sinner in church while he was passed out, so I could avoid staring at the proof of what we did. After I stared at his naked body for what felt like an hour and finally read his tattoos…

Jill squeals. “Oh, my God. I told you that man would be like crack to you. You weren’t going to be able to stay away.”

“More like poison than crack.” The kind that seeps into your veins and the air you breathe. The kind you feel with every breath and every beat of your heart. “And…you are right.”

Staying away is going to be damn near impossible. Even if I didn’t have to see him almost every day, I’d be lying if I said I wouldn’t find another reason to end up in the same room as him. Preferably alone. So we could have a repeat of last night.

Jill laughs. “I know. I just like hearing those three little words out of your mouth.”

I chuckle and lower my face into my palm. “Ugh. I am in such deep shit, Jill.” Like the pile of triceratops shit they had to dig into in Jurassic Park kind of size. Maybe even bigger. “I’m drowning in it.”

“Why? No one needs to know what happened. Or that it’s going to continue to happen.”

“I don’t know if it is.” The words come out even though they’re a blatant lie.

It will.

Probably over and over again.

And there will be lots of screaming and orgasms. So. Many. Orgasms.

Jill scoffs. “Bullshit. A man like that is not someone you go to bed with once and then he’s out of your system. It doesn’t work that way.”

That’s exactly what I’m afraid of.

But Jill has never met Bash. She can’t possibly understand what it’s like to be in his orbit. To be the focus of his attention and charm. “How the hell would you know?”

“Because I know his type. And so do you.”

“I do.”

Too good-looking.

Charming.

Amazing in bed.

Total alpha.

My pussy clenches just thinking about what he did to me last night—multiple times.

“Sooo…” Jill draws out the word, “when are you going to see him again?”

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