Coach Frost
Training session times have changed today. Be there in an hour.
“Shit,” I mutter, sucking in a deep breath.
“Everything okay?”
I look up at Jade, shoving my phone back into my pocket. “I have to head over to the arena. They changed our training session times today.”
“That’s really helpful,” she laughs quietly as I rise to my feet. “I was already struggling thinking about having to kick you out so I can get some work done.”
Jade steps around the counter and I inch closer, my feet stopping just in front of hers. She tips her head back so she can look up into my eyes.
“We don’t have a game tonight.” I can’t help myself as I reach out to tuck some hair behind her ears. She’s driving me fucking insane. She’s every thought. Every wish. “What if I come back over later? For a creative meeting, of course.”
She inhales sharply, her pupils dilating. “Yeah, of course,” she rasps. “I think that would be really helpful. There’s a part I’ve been stuck on lately, anyways.”
“Maybe I can help you figure it out.”
She nods, rolling her lips between her teeth before releasing them. “I think maybe you can.”
Goddamn—I want to know what her lips feel like.
“I should go, Sunny.”
I don’t want to go, but if I don’t leave now, there’s a chance I’ll miss my entire training session.
“Right,” she half whispers, her throat shifting as she swallows. “I’ll walk you out.”
I follow her through her apartment, my eyes trailing along the length of her body. Her hips shift as she walks, showing off the outline of her ass through her oversized shirt. My dick twitches.
She stops at the door, pulling it open as I slip my feet into my shoes. I walk past her, my arm brushing against hers as I step out into the hall.
I turn to face her as she stands just on the other side of the threshold. I lift my arms, grabbing the frame above the door. Cool air dances along my skin as the bottom hem of my shirt lifts. “Which of your books should I start with?”
Her eyes dart down to my waist where there’s an inch of skin showing part of the V I’ve worked hard for that disappears beneath my waistband.
Her slender throat bobs as she swallows, her eyes flickering back to mine, heavy with want. “For Cross’ book club?”
“No,” I rasp, shaking my head as I lean toward her. “For me, Sunny.” She tips her head back, her lips parting. If I drop my hands, if I close the small distance between us, I can finish what I started two weeks ago. “So, I can know what you like.”
A soft pink hue spreads across her cheeks and I revel in the fact that I’m the one who put that color in her face. I love seeing the effect I have on her.
Her pupils dilate. “Give me one minute.”
She spins on her heel, disappearing back into her apartment for less than a minute. She comes back to the door, holding out a book to me. My hands drop away from the top of the door and I take it from her. My eyes flash to hers.
“This is the one you’re looking for.” Her voice is low, sultry, even.
The sound vibrates through my body and I don’t even bother to conceal my hardening cock as I take a step away. “Let me know what time the creative meeting is then.”
“Come over around eight.” Her eyes shift to my mouth, lingering for a moment before moving back to my eyes. “Have fun.”
I think I’d have more fun here with her.
“Later, Sunny.”
Her smile reaches her eyes and her voice carries after me as I finally force myself to walk away, knowing I’ll be back later tonight.
