Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75517 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75517 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
“You okay?” Gavin asks, and Clara only nods, not looking at him.
“Just fine,” she mutters as she drops her hands to her phone. She tips it more toward me, so he can’t see, and types me back.
Clara: Or around my hips as I suck you to the back of my throat.
I take a deep breath, my cock loving the sound of that.
Hell, I do too.
“Are you waiting for something, Coach?”
I nod and lie, “Sure am.”
He nods, but I pay him no mind as I text Clara.
Me: Waiting for you to blow this dude off and let me fuck you in the bathroom.
Beside me, Clara’s lips quirk as she looks up from her phone to Gavin. “Sorry, what?”
“Can I take you out again tonight?”
Dude’s got balls, I’ll give him that. I act like my phone is the most amazing thing in the world as she says, “Sorry, I have plans tonight.”
“Oh, too bad.”
“Totally.”
“Maybe another time?”
I fully expect her to agree. She’s a good girl, but to my surprise, she says, “I’m not gonna lead you on, Gavin. I’ve just started dating someone.”
Dating.
Hmm.
I don’t like that word.
“Dating? So, you can date me too. You’re not exclusive, are you?”
Can I trade him? I think I have the power to do that.
Before she can answer him, her name is called, and she gets her food and drink. She looks over her shoulder at us. “Thanks, Coach. See you around, Gavin.”
I want to clock the kid for watching my girl walk away, those sweet little globes swaying side to side under her skirt, which swishes and gives wee peeks of the backs of her milky thighs.
My thighs. That I want to mark and turn a bright pink.
My groin tightens as my heart picks up in cadence.
I look over at Gavin as he looks back at me. “Can’t win them all,” he says with a shrug,
I nod in agreement as my phone sounds.
It’s an image of the dress Clara had on across the sink in a bathroom. In the mirror, I can see that she’s only in her bra and panties.
Fucking minx.
CHAPTER 20
Clara
I don’t even realize I’m holding my breath until there is a soft knock on the door.
“Open up, baby girl.”
His voice is deep, rumbly, and so damn hot. I unlock the door, opening it as I lean against the wall so that no one sees me when he enters. He kicks the door shut with the heel of his shoe before leaning against it, his chest rising and falling just as quickly as mine is. We lock eyes, and instantly, I’m breathless. His jaw is tight, his eyes narrowed, and my pussy clenches at the sight.
Fuck, I want him.
I hadn’t expected him to be here. I thought he was at work. But the moment my eyes landed on him, I knew I had to poke the bear. He looked so dashing in his black slacks and orange Knoxville Bears polo, his hair brushed to the side, curling at the ends, and his beard all neatly trimmed. He looked way more rugged this morning when I left him, but now, he is all business. All put together and in control.
I have no choice but to fuck with that control.
The way he stood beside me—his hand in his pocket, acting as if he wasn’t vibrating with want for me—drove me crazy. I wanted to drive him as crazy as I felt, and now, I am on the receiving end of his scrutiny. Every fiber of my being is on high alert, excitement coursing through me and straight between my legs.
“Hey.”
He chuckles, but amusement doesn’t reach his dark-chocolate gaze. “Hey there.”
He drinks in my body with his eyes. The black lace bra I have on covers absolutely nothing, and I know he can see how erect my nipples are. The black lace thong I wear is the same, giving him a perfect view of my lower lips and my arousal for him. He licks his lips, running his hand down his beard as he continues his assault on me with his stare. Each pass of his eyes feels like a lashing, and I love how it makes me feel.
Powerful.
Desired.
Wanted.
“Tell me something, Clara,” he grits out. “Do I appear to be the kind of man that shares what is mine?”
Tingles run through me as I arch my body against the wall. Breathlessly, I whisper, “I didn’t realize I was yours.”
“Interesting,” he says, throwing his coffee into the trash and locking the door before stalking toward me like I’m his prey. My breathing picks up, and I wet my lips with my tongue as he steps in front of me. “Did I give you the impression while I was fucking you that you were anything but mine?” My eyes widen as he cups my pussy in his palm. “When I was tongue-fucking this pussy, did you truly believe I would be okay with you flirting with another man?”