Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17895 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 89(@200wpm)___ 72(@250wpm)___ 60(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17895 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 89(@200wpm)___ 72(@250wpm)___ 60(@300wpm)
I don't know what Stevens is saying to her, but she throws her head back, her sweet laugh ringing through the office. That's about the time I decide enough is enough. I'm done behaving for the day. That laugh should be mine.
"Stevens!" I bark, stomping out of my office with a thunderous scowl.
He glances up at me, smirking. "Hey, Coach."
"Why are you in my office instead of in class?"
"Oh. I came to see Seraphina," he says. "She helped me out with something. I owed her an update."
"Have you given it?"
"Uh, yeah?"
"Good. Get out," I growl. "She's here to work, not to entertain whatever crush you've got going on."
"Stone," she objects softly.
Stevens jerks to his feet, his cheeks pink. "It's not even like that, Coach," he mutters. "I was just—"
"Don't care. Get out of my office."
He nods at me, shoots a glance at Seraphina, who gives him an apologetic smile, and then hauls ass toward the door without looking back.
Seraphina doesn't say a word for a long moment, and then she huffs. "Was that necessary?"
"He should be in class, not in here flirting with you."
"He wasn't flirting with me, Stone."
"No?" I rake my gaze over her. Christ. She's so goddamn pretty. "Certainly sounded like it to me."
"Are you jealous?"
I stalked toward her, crowding her up against her desk. "About one of my players making you laugh like that? Jealous as hell," I growl, leaning down over her. "I'm jealous every fucking time you smile at them. Every time one of them hugs you. Every time they look in your direction." I tip her head back, forcing her to meet my gaze. "I'm jealous every minute of the goddamn day when it comes to you, Seraphina."
She stares at me wide-eyed, her mouth slightly parted. "He's in love with one of the cheerleaders," she breathes out. "I gave him advice about where to take her on their first date."
Jesus.
I groan, pulling her up out of her seat into my arms. "I'm going crazy here, angel," I breathe, my lips an inch from hers.
"Why?"
"Because I don't know what you taste like. I don't know exactly what you sound like when you're coming apart for me. I don't know how beautiful you look when you're shattered for me." I take a deep breath. "Because I saw another man's name on your paper, and I'm fucking terrified that might be my future—you happy with someone who isn't me."
"Stone," she whimpers, her entire body going soft and pliant.
"Say you'll go out with me," I growl, ready to do shady shit just to get her to agree.
"Yes."
My mouth crashes down on hers, wild and hungry. She makes a high, desperate sound that cracks me in half, her hands clawing up under my suit coat, her fingers digging through the layers to get at my skin.
I don't care if Hector walks in here and fires us both. I don't even fucking care if the entire goddamn team is outside the door, listening and getting an education they never asked for. She tastes like cinnamon and honey, and she's so soft I want to devour her whole, right here and now.
Her wide hips fit my hands perfectly, exactly like I knew they would. I use them to drag her up against me, needing her closer.
She wraps her legs around my waist, letting me lift her onto the edge of her desk. I kiss her like I need her to breathe as I step between her legs, claiming every inch of space between them. I can't get close enough. I'm not sure I'll ever be close enough to satisfy me.
She shudders when I slide my hands up her thighs, dragging her pink dress up until I feel the heat of her pussy against my cock.
She lets out a pathetic, needy whine—my new favorite sound.
"Please," she gasps, her head falling to the side, baring her throat to me.
I bite it, not being gentle.
She bucks in my hands in response, nearly sobbing.
"Please what?" I rasp against her skin, shaking with how much I want her.
"Please t-touch me," she chokes out, her nails digging into my arms like I'm the only thing tethering her to the planet. Her eyes are dark and dilated, her lips swollen from my kisses. Her body is trembling, every inch of her begging for more.
I slip my palm higher, feeling the edge of her lace panties beneath the hem of her dress. I press my hand against her pussy, rubbing her through the soaked fabric.
She arches, her breath stuttering, her thighs opening for me like a goddamn invitation.
"Is this what you want, angel?" I ask, my voice nothing but grit and need.
"More," she whispers, her voice breaking. "Please, Stone, more."
She doesn't even realize her dress is hiked up to her hips, or that I'm already tugging her panties to the side, desperate to feel her with nothing between us. She doesn't realize it until my thumb parts her slit.