Page 197 of The Coach

Jackson growls, tugging me off him, his hands gripping my arms as he hauls me up.

His mouth crashes against mine, hungry and desperate, as he walks us back toward the bed.

I gasp, my back hitting the mattress.

And then his hands are on me. Everywhere.

Tugging my dress up. Pulling it off.

Tearing away my lace bra and panties.

His gaze burns over me, dark and demanding.

“You’ve been so fucking good for me, Ivy. But now?”

His fingers skim over my wrists, grabbing his tie from the nightstand.

“Now, it’s time for you to behave.”

My breath catches as Jackson wraps the silk tie around my wrists, binding them together.

“Mmm. I like this.”

He grins wickedly. “Shh, baby.” He tugs me closer, his voice a low growl. His hands glide down my body, fingertips teasing over my breasts, my belly, my thighs. “Now, I want to watch you fall apart for me.”

My pulse races as he settles back against the headboard, his long, powerful legs spread wide, his thick cock standing tall and hard as he strokes it.

He tugs me forward, guiding me onto his lap.

“You’re gonna ride me, baby.” His hands grip my hips, his thumbs brushing my skin. “You’re gonna take what you need.”

I swallow hard, heat pooling between my legs. Tied up. Completely at his mercy. And yet?—

He’s the one letting me be in control.

Jackson leans in, pressing a kiss to my throat, dragging his tongue along my skin. “I want to feel all of you, Ivy. Show me how bad you need me.”

Fuck.

I whimper, shifting forward, feeling his thick head tease against my entrance.

His hands tighten. “That’s it, baby. Take me. Show me how good you are for me.”

Slowly, I sink down.

Stretching. Taking every inch.

My head tips back. “Oh, Jackson.”

“Fucking hell,” he growls, his fingers digging into my hips, guiding me down onto him.

He’s so deep, so thick, hitting places inside me that make my toes curl.

I rock against him, my bound hands resting on his chest.

His abs clench, his muscles straining beneath my palms.

God, he’s gorgeous. And so mine.

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