Page 57 of Dirty Pucking Player

Lila’s blue eyes widen, and a slow smile spreads across her too-red lips. “Ooh…a virgin.”

Bash barks out a laugh and shakes his head. “Exactly.”

The beautiful stripper winks. “Well, we’ll just have to make sure she has an amazing time, then.”

Oh God…what have I gotten myself into?

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BASH

I shouldn’t enjoy seeing Greer so uncomfortable, but this is the good kind of uncomfortable. The same kind of uncomfortable she felt when we argued in her office and I had on nothing more than a towel. The same kind of uncomfortable when we were alone in my hotel room and I kissed her for the first time and made her admit I wasn’t so bad. The same kind of uncomfortable as when she saw my cock and then couldn’t look me in the eye. The same kind of uncomfortable as when I made her come for the first time and when I showed her what being “well and truly fucked” really meant.

This is the kind that leads to good things—for both of us.

And she needs it.

With the playoffs so close and our position in third so rocky, she’s been wound so tightly that I’ve thought she might actually explode lately. Even climbing into my bed every night and letting me work her over and leave her boneless and quivering hasn’t been enough to release that tension from her shoulders.

But I knew Greer would like it here, and that it would be a challenge for her to admit it. She might not be there yet, might not be ready to say she’s having a good time, but the way she watches Lila move to the music right in front of her, the way her cheeks redden as Lila rubs her bare ass all over Greer’s thighs, the way Greer’s body stiffens and her tongue darts out to lick her lips…

Christ, watching Coach get turned on is the biggest fucking turn-on for me.

My cock swells and pushes uncomfortably against the zipper of my jeans. I reach down and adjust away from the offending metal as I watch Greer, unable and unwilling to look away from her.

I don’t give a shit about Lila.

This was never about coming to watch some random woman shake her ass and tits. It was about watching this. Seeing Greer’s reaction. Feeling it. Watching her let go of all the pressure she crushes herself under all the time.

A pink flush spreads over her chest, up her neck, and across her cheeks. It’s one I recognize all too well. One that spells success.

I lean in and move Greer’s hair to the side, exposing her neck and ear, but her focus remains on the woman directly in front of her, swaying and grinding to the sensual music. I gently brush my lips against Greer’s ear. “I told you that you’d have fun, Coach.”

She flinches ever so slightly at my words, and I slide a hand across her thigh, only a few inches from where Lila twirls her hips and gyrates her toned, perfect body.

“Does this turn you on, Coach? Watching a beautiful, naked woman in front of you, brushing up against you?”

She shivers and squeezes her eyes closed for a second. When she reopens them, she glances down at my crotch, then at my eyes, with something dark flickering deep in her green gaze. “Does it turn you on?”

Jealousy.

That wasn’t truly a question. It was an accusation. She thinks I’m hard because of this blonde in front of us, but it couldn’t be further from the truth.

I grin at her.

Greer jealous is so fucking hot.

Her lips twist into a frown, and she waits for me to answer her question.

Instead of responding with words, I kiss her hard, sliding my tongue between her lips and demanding entrance until she relents and opens for me, tangling her tongue with mine. I slide my hand up to the waistband of her leggings and the other behind her back to hold her hip. I squeeze her there and pull back until my eyes meet hers.

“No, Coach.” I feather my lips just behind her ear. “You turn me on. Seeing how worked up you’re getting watching Lila is what has me hard as a fucking rock right now.”

Her breath hitches.

I glide my tongue along the shell of her ear. “I bet if I reached inside your panties right now, your cunt would be wet and ready for me.”

A tiny little whimper slips from her lips. She’ll never admit it, but when I talk dirty to her, it really ramps her up just as much as it does me.

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