Page 73 of Dirty Pucking Player

Christ.

Heat floods through my body as I step out in the hall. The door clicks shut behind Bash, and I wheel around to face him.

His dark eyebrow rises in question. “What’s that look for, Coach?”

“You know what it’s for, Bash.” I hiss the words through clenched teeth and stalk down the hallway toward my office on the other side of the complex.

One thing they did right when they designed this building was put me closer to the locker rooms and keep Bob somewhere where any high-profile visitors could be wined and dined in more luxury.

I’m going to need that distance when I go off on Bash for his behavior back there.

Bash’s heavy steps follow me down the hall, and he tugs on my shoulder to force me to stop and look at him. “Greer. Stop.”

I shrug off his hand and forge ahead. “I’m not stopping, Bash, because if I do, we’re going to have a very public argument about a very private thing.”

He glances around the hallway, and I pause before the final turn to my office.

His shoulders rise and fall. “I don’t see anyone else here, Coach. Practice isn’t for another hour.”

“Bob is here.” I jerk open the door to my office and step inside with him hot on my heels.

He slams the door behind us. “What is your problem?”

“What’s my problem? My problem is that we just had a meeting with the fucking GM during which you couldn’t even be adult enough to keep from making wisecrack innuendoes that he could’ve seen through in a second.” I hold up a hand to stop him from interjecting the argument I’m sure is on the tip of his tongue. “Then, you winked at me in front of him. Actually fucking winked at me. Twice!”

He smirks and chuckles as he draws up his hands. “Coach, come on…Bob has no idea what’s going on between us. No one does. I know that meeting scared you—”

“Scared me? Are you fucking kidding me right now?” I growl and stomp my foot. “Bash Fury, you make me so fucking angry.”

And hot…which only makes me angrier.

He closes the distance between us so fast I don’t have time to react or brace myself until he’s pressed up against me and has my face between his hands. He jerks my head up, forcing my eyes to his. “I make you a lot more than angry, Coach. I can feel your heart racing against mine. That turned you on. Knowing what we’ve been doing and sitting there in front of him denying it. You loved it.”

His thumb brushes across my quivering bottom lip.

Fucking lip. I can’t even control that.

“Don’t try to deny it, Greer, because I can see right through you, even if you think I can’t.”

“Oh, yeah? What is it you think you see?”

He moves a hand and wraps my hair around his wrist, tugging on it and forcing my head back even more. “You like it.”

“No.”

“You love it. Sneaking around. The possibility of being caught at any moment. The fact that this is forbidden. All of it turns you on.”

His other hand leaves my cheek to drift across my waist and down between my legs. He cups me there, and I groan despite my best effort not to.

Pink lips hover over mine. “I bet you’re wet right now, Greer. I bet the entire conversation we just had in Bob’s office was one giant tease for you.” His thumb centers over my throbbing clit, and he brushes it back and forth, pressing hard against the fabric of my pants. “I’m right. Aren’t I, Coach?”

Christ. He’s right, and I so don’t want him to be.

He leans forward until his lips barely feather over mine. Every fiber of my being is screaming for him. For his touch. For his kiss. For his cock.

When did I become the girl who gets off on breaking the rules?

I’ve always been a rule follower. Even when I played…I played hard, and I played to win but never at the expense of anyone else. It’s the reason Bash and everything he stands for has always pissed me off. But now, here in his arms, with his hot breath fluttering against my face and his skilled hand toying with my body, I can’t deny the fact that this being against the rules is a fucking turn-on.

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