Page 24 of Yes, Coach

"So am I. But if you keep that up, I'm going to bend you over this table and fuck you in front of everyone in this restaurant."

The threat makes her breath catch, her pupils dilating with arousal. "You wouldn't."

"Try me."

She studies my face, and whatever she sees there makes her withdraw her hand.

“Now, put me away and zip up my pants.”

Getting me back in is a hellofalot harder than letting me out, and watching her struggle only makes me harder. Finally, as I take the last bite of my risotto, she’s got me back in the stable, locking up the barn door, but the damage is done. I'm ready to explode, and from the flush on her cheeks, she's right there with me.

"Check, please." I signal the waiter with a flick of my fingers, then settle my hand down in Taryn’s lap, shoving her dress out of the way and taking a handful of that warm wet pussy. “All mine. Don’t you fucking forget it.”

Ten minutes later,we're in my truck driving toward the address I scouted out on the internet yesterday when I couldn’t get her off my mind. It's a small cabin, all ours for the night, tucked away in the woods about ten minutes from the restaurant.

"Where are we going?" Taryn asks, her hand back on my thigh.

"Somewhere private."

"How private?"

"Private enough that nobody's going to hear you scream."

She giggles, settling back in her seat, and I drive with one hand on the wheel so I can rest the other on her knee. She winds her window down, letting the still-warm evening air tousle her blond hair. So fucking beautiful.

The cabin is perfect, just like the photos I saw on the website. Secluded, set back from the road so once I’ve parked and cut the engine the whole world disappears. Pines crowd the edges of the clearing, and the quiet settles in deep.

I take her hand and lead her inside, showing her around the comfortable space that’s all ours. High ceilings with timber beams, big windows that look out on nothing but trees. A leather couch facing the fireplace, where the owners already got a fire going, just like they promised. The scent of cedar and smoke curling into the air. A stack of books on the coffee table. A bottle of wine and two glasses waiting in the kitchen.

The bed's a king-size, with a thick quilt and clean sheets that seem to invite us to stay here forever, and promise no one would ask any questions.

"Murphy, this is..." Taryn turns in a slow circle, taking in the rustic charm. "How did you..."

"Baby, the devil makes work for idle hands."

"What do you mean?"

"When I couldn’t see you yesterday, I had to make plans for when I did." I move up behind her, my hands settling on her hips. "I wanted somewhere special to make you completely mine."

"I'm already yours."

"Not the way I want you to be." I turn her in my arms so she's facing me. "Not yet."

The admission hangs between us, heavy with promise. We both know what I'm talking about. What we haven't done yet.

"I want that too," she whispers. "I've wanted it since that first night at your house."

"Are you sure? Because once we do this, there's no going back. You'll be mine in every way that matters."

"I've been ready for months, Daddy."

The word sends heat straight to my groin. "Then take off that dress."

She reaches for the zipper, but I catch her hands.

"Slowly. I want to savor it."

She complies, her movements deliberate and seductive as she slides the zipper down and lets the dress pool at her feet. Underneath, she's wearing black lace lingerie that makes my mouth go dry.

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