Page 90 of Coach Me
“When did you become so philosophical? Is that what happens in old age?”
My laugh takes me by surprise.She’s got jokes, alright.“Luce, do you know how many times I told myself I shouldn’t date you because of our age difference?”
Lucie scrunches her nose. “Not enough, thank goodness.”
I shake my head with another chuckle, and Lucie nudges me as she reaches for some more popcorn.
“We’re adults, Dex. Now, go on. You were about to tell me how I’m different from my siblings.”
“I don’t know if I should tell you. Isn’t your whole thing supposed to be about figuring it out yourself?”
“Yeah, but?—”
I caress her cheek. “Luce, baby, I see you. I see you so fucking clearly, and I want you to see it for yourself too. If these rules or list, whatever it is, is what you feel like you need right now, then do it.” Lucie’s eyes dip down for a second, but I tilt her face back up. “I like you, Lucie. I’ll gladly take on your light.”
Lucie gives me a soft smile. “Thank you.”
I let go of her face so she can eat some more of thepopcorn. “So, tell me about the other side of things that you didn’t mention in my office.”
Lucie chuckles, tossing a piece in her mouth. “What, like you actually expected me to tell you those? Are you kidding? ‘Yeah, Dex, I have these safe-for-work ones, then I have these not-safe-for-work ones because Jensen insisted I have spicy ones to do myself. But don’t worry, you could do them with me if you want.’”
“I know you’re mocking me, but to be fair, I wouldn’t have said no.” Even if I think we’re more than that list.
Lucie’s cheeks blush, and I can’t help my next question. “So…can I?”
Lucie bites her lip and wraps her arms around my shoulders. “I’m not entirely sure we need that list.”
“Oh, no, those are for you, remember? I think we actually just covered that.”
Lucie’s laugh goes straight to my dick. Fuck, that’s going to be a real problem now. “What did I tell you about your laugh?”
“Goodness, can’t laugh, can’t wear yell?—”
Again, she’s mocking me, but I grab her chin, cutting off her words. “Never stop. I’m begging you, actually.”
Lucie’s eyes soften. “Since you’re begging, I suppose.”
“I am.” I lean in for what I intend to be a small kiss, but then my tongue’s in her mouth and I don’t want to pull away.
Lucie hums happily, and I pull her to the edge of the counter by her knees. “Are you still hungry?”
“Starved.” Her arms snake around my shoulders and pull me closer to her.
I kiss down her neck. “So, have you done anythingoff the list?”
Lucie gives me a soft moan when I kiss the crook of her neck and down her collarbone. “Only one.”
“Oh yeah? Which one?”
“I bought a vibrator.”
“Have you used it?”
Lucie’s breath hitches when I slide my hand up her shirt and palm her tits. “Y-yes.”
I roll her hard nipple between my fingers. “And?”
Lucie moans as her body melts from my touch. “It wasn’t exactly what I was wanting…but the thought of you helped.”
