Page 20 of Crossing the Lines for Love

My eyes widened because that wasn’t what I expected her to say.

“I guarantee, if you end up on that nigga’s dick, it won’t be an accident.”

“It sure as hell won’t be. Since all we’ve been doing is conditioning, I’ve seen that man in next to nothing. Damn, is he a sight to behold. There were a few times I thought his dick would slip from the bottom of his spandex.”

“Damn. He’s packing like that?”

“Yes, and I have no business looking at him in that way. This is probably why there aren’t a lot of women coaching men’s sports.”

“I truly think if you let somebody blow your back out, it wouldn’t be so hard to resist him. Have a one-night stand in Niko’s honor and let a stranger knock the dust off that pussy.”

“I might have to if this doesn’t get any easier. It’s getting late, though. I need to get going.”

“Okay. Hit me up if you change your mind about going out.”

“I won’t. Talk to you tomorrow.”

She ended the call and picked up her phone. After pressing a few buttons on her screen, she placed the phone face down and returned her attention to her laptop. I waited about thirty seconds before making my presence known, studying her profile and admiring her beautiful brown skin.

“What are you still doing here?” I asked.

She jumped at the sound of my voice.

“Shit! You scared me. Practice ended over an hour ago. What are you still doing here?”

“Moving slow today, I guess. How about you?”

“I’m still looking at film from last season, but I’m about to head out. Do you need something?”

I reached behind me, pulled the door closed, and locked it. Her office had two windows, one facing outside and the other facing the inside of the main part of the office. Fortunately, the blinds were closed on both of them.

“I do, actually.”

“What is it?”

I slowly approached her desk, walking around to the other side and leaning against the wall behind her. “Stand up and turn around.”

“Niko, I don’t—” she began without turning around.

“Stand up and turn around, Aranda.”

“Nobody calls me Aranda, and it’s Coach S?—”

“Now!”

She stood and turned around to face me. The chair was still between us, so I rolled it to the side. She was only an arm’s length away, so I grabbed the middle of her shirt and pulled her against my body.

Aranda was tall with an athletic build, and I had a weakness for tall, athletic women. I was six feet, and her forehead was even with my lips, so she had to be at least five-nine. When her body slammed against mine, she leaned her head back. My eyes landed on her plump lips, and before she could object, I pressed mine against them.

Her resistance was subtle and brief. After a few seconds, her body melted into mine, and she wrapped her arms around my neck. My hands slid from her lower back to her ass, and it was juicy and firm. The feel of it had my dick on rock instantly.

I squeezed her mounds and enjoyed how good our bodies felt against each other’s. I became lost in the moment, and the thought of turning back wasn’t on my radar. As far as I was concerned, this would only end if Aranda stopped it or after we both climaxed. Of course, I hoped it was the latter.

I walked her back a few steps until her legs hit the back of the desk. Without hesitating, she sat on the desk and lifted her legs around my waist. Our mouths never disconnected. Instead, our kiss became more intense.

Our centers met, and through her athletic shorts, I could feel the heat from her pussy penetrating through my sweatpants. I reached between us and slid my hand into the leg of her shorts, groaning when my hand brushed against the soaked crotch of her panties.

I moved the crotch to the side and slipped my index and middle finger inside her dripping hole. The way her pussygripped my fingers gave me pause. After overhearing her conversation, I assumed it had been a while, but based on how tight she was, it had probably been a lot longer than I thought.

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