Page 117 of The Off-Limits Play

She doesn’t seem to care. Wrapping her fingers around the base of my cock, she picks up her pace until I can’t contain it anymore.

Jerking in my seat, I grunt, dipping my head and gripping the side of the table while I release into her mouth.

Holy fuck!

Coach is at the end of the aisle now, and he turns back to look at me, his eyebrows dipping in confusion. I manage a shaky wave, and he nods before disappearing behind a stack of books.

Fuck. Shitballs.

As I rest my head on the table to catch my breath, Nylah pulls my sweats back into place, then scrambles out from under the table.

With a wicked grin, she wipes her mouth and purrs against my ear, “I got you back, caveman.” Kissing my cheek, she grabs her bag and saunters away from the table. I can practically see her cat tail swishing in triumph. At the end of the aisle, she pauses to blow me a kiss, then winks. “Have a good day.”

All I can do is stare after her, my heart thrumming so loud between my ears that I can’t even think straight.

Fuck, I love that woman.

My insides clench, then release as I let that thought slide through me.

I love her.

Holy shit, I love her.

And she thinks I’m worth fighting for.

We are good together.

And I love her.

Slapping my laptop closed, I shove it into my bag and jerk out of my seat. I can’t just let her walk away with a wink and a smile, can I?

I should chase her down and tell her that I’m not as terrified of the L-word as I think I am.

Stumbling down the stairs, I rush to find my little kitten and am about to bolt out of the library when I hear her voice. Spinning back, I peek around the first book stack to my left and notice her talking to her father.

“I was just in here to search for a book. I thought it was upstairs, but I got the wrong section.” She smiles, but her father’s not buying it.

His eyes are narrowed, his arms crossed.

She gives a nervous swallow, which isn’t helping.

“Nylah Destiny Jones, what are you really doing in here?”

She huffs, her shoulders slumping. Shit, is she about to tell him she came to seeme? Fuck. I brace myself to step out of the shadows and back her up.

But then she shakes her head. “I’m not loving sociology, so I skipped it and figured I’d come here and get some assignment work done.”

My shoulders relax, but there’s this ugly feeling in my gut that I don’t understand. If she loves me, shouldn’t she tell him about me?

But you don’t want that, remember? Secrecy is safety.

I frown at the thoughts floating in my head, wondering why they suddenly don’t sit as easily.

Because you love her, you idiot!

“What are you doing in here?” Nylah asks.

“I’m just checking on some of my players. I like to make sure their studies are going okay.”

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