Page 81 of Behind the Bench

“I do, don’t I? But nope. That’s not it. One more chance, Lincoln. Anything you want to tell me?”

My legs hit the back of the couch as I tumble over the armrest. I scramble my body backward until my back hits the other end of the couch. Replaying everything that has happened today, I try to think of what it is Ellie could be talking about. Did I forget to send her my postgame notes? No, she wouldn’t be pissed about that. I literally have no idea what this woman is talking about, and I’m both terrified and turned on by the devilish gleam in her eye.

She stalks her way toward me, but stops about a foot away from me next to the couch. “I had a nice little chat with Niko after the game tonight.”

Oh,fuck.

Terror and dread fill my heart but I do my best not to let it show. “Oh yeah? What did our captain have to say?”

I already know where this is going, but I’ll continue to pretend I have no idea what’s going on like a coward until my very last breath.

Why, you ask?

Because I’m a glutton for punishment.

The world begins to move in slow motion as Ellie slowly unties the belt of her trench coat. She drops the belt to the floor before moving to the buttons of her coat.

“Niko wanted me to know that he knows about us,because he’d rather be transparent with me than hide the fact. Isn’t that mature of him? To tell me the truth like that?”

I am a dead man gawking. Because that’s exactly what I’m doing. I am gawking at this goddess standing before me as she slowly unbuttons her trench coach.

My brain finally computes that she asked me a question and I quickly nod to her. “Yep. Real mature. Great captain, that Niko.”

Before Ellie gets to the last button and reveals what’s hiding beneath the coat, she stops abruptly. “Is there a reason you didn’t want to tell me that Niko found out about us, Lincoln? Because I can’t imagine why you’d keep something like that from me.”

Man up, Scott.

I sit up and turn so my feet are off the couch. In this position she’s now standing between my knees, and my hands find her legs. I rub them up and down before pleading my case.

“Is there a good reason? I’m not sure you'd agree with me on what a good reason is. Maybe I’m an idiot. No, I’m definitely an idiot for keeping it from you. I just thought you’d bail, and the selfish part of me wasn’t ready for that. But also, you’re so much more relaxed and I’ve never seen you smile as much as you do now since we started this thing. I’d like to think this is good for both of us, and I was trying to protect what’s mine.”

Ellie’s eyebrow quirks at the word “mine.”

Shit. She is not mine.

Scrambling to save myself I continue. “I was trying to protect what’s ours. This thing”—I gesture between the two of us—“I don’t know what it is, but I do know it’s good. It’s real good. I didn’t want to lose it. I couldn’t lose it. I’m sorry.”

Ellie takes a step back and I’m prepared to get on my knees to beg. If she leaves right now I will shamelessly apologize and beg for her forgiveness until I’m blue in the face.

Her hands move to the last button on her jacket and sheslowly undoes it. She holds the jacket closed, not revealing even a tiny piece of what’s hidden underneath. “I forgive you, Lincoln. Under one condition.”

I bring my elbows up to my knees and bring my hands together as if I’m praying for a miracle. My chin rests on my thumbs and I vigorously nod letting her know I’m at her mercy.

“Anything. I’ll do anything.”

God, I’m pathetic and I don’t even care.

She opens the trench slowly and, like the belt, drops it to the ground.

The world stops and everything else fades away but Ellie. I can hear my heart pounding in my ears and feel myself growing below my belt.

Ellie stands before me, wearing nothing but that fucking Bobcats Belt. Her perfect tits are on full display and her nipples are pebbled, begging for me to bite them. The belt sits just on top of her defined hips, her firm, sculpted frame on full display. This woman radiates athletic elegance and I am the luckiest bastard alive to have her standing before me.

I lick my lips, planning where to taste her first.

She slowly makes her way toward me again, those high heels clicking against the floor and showing off her long, toned legs. I can’t wait to have those beauties wrapped around me. Ellie pushes me back onto the couch and straddles my lap. The oversized belt is blocking my view of her perfect pussy and I fight every instinct in me to remove it.

“What do you want, Ellie? Tell me what you want and it’s yours.”

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