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Dropping my mouth to her ear, I rasp, “I’m thinking about how I’m gonna punish you for being such a cock tease this past week. And thatmaybe, if you’re a good fucking girl, I’ll let you come by sinking into you till you see heaven. Then we can finally get it out of our systems so I stop feeling like my balls are gonna explode every time you walk in the damn room.”

Her lips part open, fingernails digging into my shoulders, and she whispers, “Thank you for your candor.”

I chuckle, dragging my lips against her neck. My hands rest on her thighs, gripping tight, giving me the last little illusion of my control.

“I think it’s my turn to ask a question,” I say.

“The answer is yes,” she replies breathlessly.

“To which part?”

“All of it,” she pants. “Fucking all of it.”

My eyes connect with hers, swimming with lust. So hungry. So ready for me. She’s confident and strong, but I know she’ll melt in my hands like our kiss at the diner. I’m so sick of resisting this. Of holding us back from what we both want.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Porter,” she says, tugging me to her, and our lips crash, hands roaming one another’s body in a panic. Our tongues tangle, and she throws her legs around me, heels digging into my ass, pulling me closer. She kisses like she’s underwater and I’m her only source of oxygen. Like she’ll die if she doesn’t get one more. Hell, I know the feeling.She tastes so good.I kiss her lips, the side of her mouth, cheek, down to the side of her neck, nibbling lightly, and a soft moan escapes her.Those sounds will be the death of me.My hand wanders up her leg, and I dip a finger under the soft satin, drawing circles on the smooth skin of her hip.

I kiss down the center of Andi’s chest, between the valley of her breasts, and reach around to unhook her bra. She tosses it off, and perfect pointed nipples stare at me. Taunting me. Begging for a taste. I slide my hand up her bare back and grip her hair. She moans when I suck a tit in my mouth, circling it with my tongue.

“I knew these would be as perfect as I imagined,” I rasp against her skin.

“And I knew you’d look so fucking beautiful when you finally lost control,” Andi coos.

“Don’t be a brat.” I bring my face to hers, lips drawing closer with every breath. “We’ll see who’s begging for it soon.”

“Don’t come in your pants, Porter.”

I pause and look up at her amused face. “Punishing you is gonna be so much fun.” Sliding a hand between her legs, I cup her warm pussy. “And you’ll be the one coming through your panties if I have anything to say about it.”

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ANDI

Porter presses against me, and I throb. He’s not wrong. There’s a high possibility he could make me come with my pantieson. And some people can’t even find your G-spot when spread eagle, buck naked, with a blinking arrow pointing to it.

“That’s a lot of talk,” I say. “You gonna back it up with anactualorgasm for proof of concept? Wanna set up a camera so I can give you pointers later? I know how much you coaches love watching your game tape.”

“Don’t tempt me,” he growls against my breast. “I can assure you, we wouldn’t be watching for review. It’d just be background noise for a repeat performance.”

“Stop playing with your food,” I taunt. “Go in for the kill.”

He cocks a brow and takes a step back, eyes raking slowly over my body from head to toe like he’s Nicolas Cage and I’m the mother fucking Declaration of Independence.

“You look so perfect. Spread your legs for me,” he instructs, taking another step back and leaning against the opposite counter with his arms folded across his chest.

“Excuse me?” I scoff, squeezing my thighs together to help ease the ache between them.

“Spread. Your. Legs,” he repeats, and you know what? I’ll happily play along so long as it ends with me sore and satisfied.

I slowly split them apart while placing my hands behind me to allow him an unobstructed view.

“Touch yourself,” he instructs.

Nibbling on my lower lip, I contemplate him. If this man wants a show, he’s gonna fucking get one. I dip a hand below the band of my panties and find my clit, rubbing over the sensitive spot.

“What now, Coach?” I ask breathlessly as I make an exaggerated effort to show him how good I feel.

A slow smile spreads across his face. “What would you do if you were alone right now?”

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