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He blew me a kiss, and I surprised myself by blowing one back.

“You can pull me out when you’re ready.”

I winced as I pulled it out.

“Let me see.”

I showed him my hole.

“Mm, damn, you took me deep. How do you feel?”

Yawning, I lay back onto the mattress and muttered, “Fucked.”

“You did so well.”

His pride bloomed inside me.

“You’ll stay on?” I asked, rolling onto my back and swiping up the cum on my chest.

“Yeah. I’ll be here.”

We stared at each other, and an ache grew in my chest from wishing I were in his arms at that moment.

And he was there when I woke up this morning, light snores, handsome face, bare chest. I settled in to watch him and then looked at the time and bolted upright.

Unlike me, he could afford to stay up past three in the morning since he has today off.

I shootSid a text to tell him I’m running late, and he hits me back when I’m on the road.

Sid

Covered for you

Me

Good lookin’

I’m twelve minutes late when I slink onto the court, keeping to the back of the huddle as Coach addresses the team.

“…led teams to many NCAA Division I National Championships. While he’s making his debut in the NBA, I have no doubt he’ll be able to level-up each and every one of you. We’ll miss Jerry, but after half a decade as an assistant coach, he’s earned his spot as head coach, and we’re proud of him. Let’s give a warm welcome to your new assistant coach, Aiden Miller.”

My head jolts up.

I push through Ussef and Wes.

“What the fuck?” I exclaim.

All heads swivel in my direction, except one staring at the floor.

“Problem, Cade?” Coach shoots me a puzzled look.

“What are you doing here?” I demand, staring at our new assistant coach, who’s aged un-fucking-believably well.

“Hey! My office,” Coach demands.

“Wait, hold up, Coach. Let me holla at him.” Sid steps in, gaze gunned on ournewassistant coach, who decides then to lift his head and look at me.

“We should tal—” Aiden starts.

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