Page 106 of The Coach

Not after the way his voice got all low and rough, like he was holding himself back. Like he wanted to say even more.

God.

I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to shake it off, but my whole body is aching. Throbbing.

Before I can overthink it, my fingers hover over my screen.

And then, I just type:

Me: I’m so turned on right now it’s ridiculous.

Delivered.

I immediately flip my phone over.

What the hell am I doing??

I should take it back. Pretend it was a typo. Blame it on autocorrect.

My phone buzzes.

I flip it back over so fast I nearly drop it.

Jackson: I know.

Heat floods my cheeks. I laugh.

And then another message pops up.

Jackson: So am I.

I exhale slowly, my stomach tightening.

Me: Mmm. Good.

A pause.

Then:

Me: What are you thinking about right now?

My whole body shivers.

My breath catches.

I shift in bed, pressing my thighs together, trying to keep my sanity.

I type with shaking fingers.

Jackson: I’m thinking about…how it would feel to run my hand through your hair while fucking you from behind

Jackson: How wet you’d be, the sounds you’d make

Oh my God.

Oh my God.

I bite my lip.

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