Page 167 of Risking the Pucking Defense

Her eyes hold mine, and she waits as if she thinks I’m lying.

I’m not. I’ll happily do anything she wants.

She might think she’s punishing me for that fuck-up I made earlier, but honestly, this feels about as far away from punishment as we can get.

“Good,” she states before grabbing her clutch again, spinning around, and walking out of her room, letting the door close behind her.

My chin drops, shock rocketing through me as the slam of the door echoes around me.

Uh…she’s coming back, right?

I glance around the room. I have no idea what I’m looking for, but nothing helps.

So I…just stand there—naked, desperate, and confused.

I might not know what she’s doing, but I fully understand that this is a test. One I’m determined to pass. I will prove to her again and again how much I want her. Being forced to stand here and wait for her is nothing. Hasn’t she seen the kind of torture Coach puts us through daily?

If I can handle that, I can handle this.

Her.

Although, I must admit, I’d prefer to physically handle her.

I close my eyes as I picture her on her hands and knees on that bed. The need to grab her hips and sink inside her has a whimper spilling from my lips.

My hands fists at my sides, my short nails digging into my palms.

It’s not until I open my eyes again that I register her iPad on the vanity.

She’s left it open, and…

I swallow thickly.

The camera is directed right at me.

Is she…

Fuck.

Is she watching me?

My hand lifts, combing my hair back as my heart continues to race.

Thoughts of her somewhere else in this hotel, watching me, are enough to bring me to my fucking knees.

My cock aches, desperate for my touch, or more so hers. But I grit my teeth and refuse to give in.

She wants me to comply.

Doesn’t she?

Fuck.

What if she wants me to be bad? What if she wants me to ignore her orders?

Holy shit.

This is the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.