Page 93 of Coach Me
Her hands grip onto the headboard as her head falls back. “Dex, it’s too?—”
“Don’t you dare say it’s too much.” I slowly circle her clit before backing off again. “We both know you can handle it just fine.”
Lucie’s hums turn into a low moan as I continue to lick her sweet pussy.
“I guess you did warn me that you might not be able to stop.” Lucie’s hips start to move just like they did moments ago. “I don’t think I want you to ever stop.”
My hands grip on to her ass—there is nothinkthat fits this feeling with her. There’s no stopping. Not this and not us.
Chapter 32
Dex
This might be the first time I’ve woken up with a damn smile on my face. A naked Lucie, all wrapped up in her yellow sheets, lies next to me, still fast asleep. I check my phone on her nightstand for the time—shit, this is also the first time since Miles was born that I’ve slept until nine.
I gently slide over to her and wrap her up in my arms. She makes a little satisfied noise as her body molds to mine.
“Good morning.” She sighs.
I place a small kiss at the crook of her neck. “Good morning, baby.”
Lucie rolls over with a sleepy smile on her face. “Last night was…”
When she trails off, a small pit forms in my stomach that she might finish it with a “one night” situation, but that’s not what this is. I want to establish that now.
I cup her face. “Was really great and will continue to be really great.”
Lucie’s smile grows before snuggling on my chest with a yawn. “Sounds good to me, Coach.”
I trace small, inconsistent circles up and down Lucie’s side as she tangles her legs around mine.
“What time do we have to get out of this bed?”
Before I can even answer, my phone vibrates on the dresser. I hold one arm around Luce so she doesn’t even think to try to pull away while I grab it, but when I see who’s calling, I sit straight up. Lucie lets out a little yelp at my full change in position.
“Shit. Kate’s FaceTiming me to talk to Miles.”
Lucie laughs. “Okay. Your clothes are on the floor. Go talk to Miles. I’m going to freshen up, then start some breakfast.”
I let out a small exhale as Lucie rolls out of the bed, seemingly unbothered by my panicked tone. It’s not that I’m worried about what anyone else thinks, but I can’t exactly answer the phone like this to talk to my five-year-old.
Throwing on my shorts and shirt, I answer the moment I step out into the hall, then walk as quickly as possible away from Lucie’s door while it’s connecting. If Kate is with Miles, I know she’ll be looking around for any signs of what happened between Lucie and me last night.
Not that I care about her thoughts, but Miles is the priority. I have zero clue how to explain to him that I think I could be in love with his nanny when he still gets confused about why his mom doesn’t live with us anymore.
“Hi, Daddy,” Miles says the moment his face pops up on the screen.
“Hey, bud, good morning.” I let out a sigh when I don’t see Kate, but then she slides into frame.
“Hey, Dex, took you a while to answer. Surely you weren’t still sleeping.” Her head tilts to the side, and I can tell her eyes are scanning her screen.
When she realizes I’m in the living room, she leans slightly out of view. The thing with Kate is that this jealousy isn’t exactly about me; it’s more that she thinks Lucie is excelling in something she didn’t.
But based on the way Lucie laughed and smiled—even though I was trying to get out of her room like a bat out of hell—I don’t think Lucie sees this as a competition. It’ll take some time, but I think Kate will be able to see it too.
I fall back on the couch, and instead of giving Kate’s little comment a direct response, I remind her that I am indeed kid-free right now. “How was your night, Miles? Wake up bright and early like usual?”
“Yep,” Miles and Kate respond at the same time.
