Page 28 of Yes, Coach

I wait five minutes after the last player disappears into the locker room, then make my way to Murphy's office. The door is already propped open, which means it's safe to enter, but the second I step inside, he closes and locks it behind me.

"We have a problem," I say before he can kiss me senseless like he usually does.

"What kind of problem?" His hands are already on my waist, pulling me against him.

"Chloe. She's getting suspicious."

His jaw tightens. "How suspicious?"

"She knows something is going on. Not what, exactly, but something. She says people are starting to notice the way we look at each other."

"Fuck." He runs a hand through his hair, the same gesture I've seen him make during stressful plays. "We've been getting sloppy."

"Maybe we need to cool it for a while. At school, I mean."

The suggestion makes him go very still. "No."

"Murphy..."

"No." His grip on my waist tightens possessively. "I'm not going backwards, Taryn. I'm not pretending I don't want you every second of every fucking day."

"But if people are noticing..."

"Then we'll be more careful. But I'm not giving this up." He cups my face in his hands, his thumbs stroking my cheeks. "I'm not giving up having you whenever I need you. Do you understand me?"

The commanding tone in his voice makes me melt. This is why I can't resist him, why I let him take me in dangerous places where we might get caught. Because when he gets possessive like this, when he claims me with that voice, I'd let him do anything to me.

"Yes, Daddy."

The word slips out automatically, and his eyes go dark with desire.

"That's my good girl." He backs me against the wall, his body caging me in. "Now, about this afternoon. Your mom's physical therapy appointment is at four, right?"

"Right." Mom's been having more bad days lately, which means more doctor visits, more time away from home. More opportunities for Murphy and me to be together without lying about where I am.

I feel horrible for using those opportunities the way I do, but at the same time I know Mom wants the best for me. And Murphy is the best.

"Which means you have two hours before you need to be home."

"What did you have in mind?"

"My place. My bed. And about an hour and a half of me making you scream my name."

The promise makes my knees weak. "What about the other thirty minutes?"

"Recovery time. Because I plan to fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk straight."

A knock on the door makes us both freeze.

"Coach Reynolds?" It's Principal Morrison's voice, and my blood turns to ice. That fucking creep is back again?

Murphy puts a finger to his lips, then moves me away from the wall and back toward the chairs in front of his desk. He grabs a folder from his filing cabinet and shoves it into my hands.

"Scholarship applications," he whispers. "You're here for help with scholarship applications."

I sit down and open the folder just as he unlocks the door.

"Hey, Phil. What's up?"

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