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It would be easy for him to be bitter and angry about how it all ended. But he’s not. He still sounds a bit wistful and nostalgicwhen talking about his time in the pros. He loves the game, so he leaned into his job as a coach and is making the best of the hand he was dealt. I love that about him. I love that he’s always got such a positive, upbeat attitude.

I clear my throat. “Well, I got my recorder, so I should probably scoot.”

“Got classes this morning?”

“I do.”

For a fleeting moment, I harbor the hope that he’s going to ask me to stay and spend the morning with him. Naked. But that’s just wishful thinking.

“All right, well, have a good day today then,” he says.

“You too, Mr. Hooper.”

I slip past him, “accidentally” brushing his arm with my breast, and I swear I hear him groan softly as I do. I smile as I bound down the stairs, grinning to myself.

“Just call me Mack,” he calls after me.

2

MARCUS

Iroll the film back and watch the sequence again and take no more from it than the first fifty times I’ve watched this goddamn sequence. I’m sitting in my office at the house, breaking down some film, so I have some things to talk to the team about at practice today, but my head is not in it right now. All I can think about is Morgan. I shouldn’t be thinking of her like this, but I can’t deny that she has grown up to be an absolute stunner.

I’m not so naïve that I don’t know she’s got a crush on me. Has for a while. And I also know that move she pulled earlier, when she brushed her breast across my arm, wasn’t an accident. She’s teasing me. Tempting me. And yeah, there was a big part of me that wanted to throw her down, push that sundress up, and fuck her silly. It took every ounce of my strength to keep my hands off her because I know she would have let me do whatever I wanted.

The thing that helped keep me from giving in the most was the fact that we were in my daughter’s room. Kelsey would be horrified to learn that I was fucking her best friend. And part ofme thinks I should be horrified to even be thinking about her like that.

Giving myself a shake, I try to put images of Morgan out of my head and focus on the task at hand. Our season is coming up, and I’ve got a team to prepare. I watch the sequence on the screen and jot down a few notes, silently congratulating myself for doing my job. It’s not easy, though. Not when I’ve got the image of her in that skimpy little sundress and the feel of her full, round breasts against my arm bouncing through my head. But I manage to get through the film.

I’m sure I missed a lot, and practice today is probably going to be ragged as hell, but I’ll figure it out. I’ll just have the team run some extra laps and tell them it’s conditioning. Yeah, that’ll work. I lean back in my chair and scrub my face with my hands, then check my watch. It’s almost ten and I need to get myself together and get down to the gym.

Getting to my feet, I groan as I stretch my back. I’m forty-one and still a relatively young man, but some days, I feel old as shit. Having spent most of my younger years pushing my body to the limit. In my day, I played all out and gave it everything I had. That sort of beating day after day, year after year, eventually takes a toll. I only got to play in the pros for a few seasons before I blew out my knee, but I was living my dream. And it was all worth it. It’s even worth the discomfort I feel to this very day.

I head upstairs, stripping off my shirt as I go. Walking into my bedroom, I strip out of my shorts and drop everything into the hamper, then head into the bathroom and turn the shower on. I give the water a minute to get warm, then climb in. I turn my face up to the water and let it rain down over me, soaking in the warmth. It seeps into my muscles, and thankfully, my entire body starts to loosen up.

As I stand beneath the gentle rain of warm water, my mind fills with unbidden images of Morgan. I try to shut them out, but that only seems to bring more. The harder I try to keep from thinking of her, the more I seem to be thinking of her. And my body is reacting. With the sight of her in that little sundress fresh in my mind, my cock starts to thicken. The memory of her breast brushing my arm, so full and round, stirs the heat deep within me, and it’s not long before I’m rock hard and throbbing.

I reach down and take hold of my cock, squeezing it firmly as I begin to stroke myself. It’s not the first time I’ve fantasized about Morgan Hill. I know I shouldn’t, given our history. But at some point, I became aware of just how beautiful and shapely she became, and ever since then, I’ve been plagued with these unrelenting fantasies of having her every way imaginable.

A soft groan passing my lips, I close my eyes and picture her in that little sundress. I pull her to me, feeling her soft, full breasts pressed to my chest as I trail my hands down her body, reveling in the swell of her hips and the feel of her soft, pale skin beneath my fingertips. As I pump my cock in my fist, I feel her full, soft lips on mine. Feel her tongue in my mouth, rolling languidly around mine. The thought of her kiss and having my hands on her lean, supple body sends a shudder of pleasure through me.

In my mind, I see myself picking Morgan up and setting her down on a table, then pushing her sundress up around her waist. She has a playful smirk on her lips as she slips the straps down and lets them fall, exposing her breasts to me. As I pump my cock fiercely, I imagine taking her tits in my hands, squeezing and kneading them as I flick her pert, pink nipples with my tongue. Morgan’s breathy moans ring in my ears. I see her full lips parted and curled up at the corners as she stares at me with blue eyes that sparkle dazzlingly.

Squeezing my eyes shut, I throw my head back as I picture sinking my cock deep into that wet pussy. With my hand sliding up and down my shaft, I imagine what it feels like to be deep inside of Morgan. I feel her legs wrapped around my waist, her mouth on mine, and her round tits in my hands as I fuck her. I picture us clinging together and feel her body writhing on the end of my cock as I pound myself into her.

My groans echo around the tile shower, and my body tingles as I jerk myself off. I picture being deep inside Morgan, feeling how warm and wet she is. Hear her moans and cries in my ears, and feel her quivering and shaking, begging me to give it to her harder as I fuck her. Gripping my cock as tight as I can, I pound my cock as my breath grows ragged and my heart races. Morgan’s face, lined with ecstasy, flashes through my mind.

“Fuck me, Daddy,” I hear her whisper in my ear.

A loud groan bursts from my mouth, and my entire body shakes as I throw my head back. I feel my cock twitch then pulse as I erupt. I keep stroking until I’m spent and my thick come is swirling around in the water before disappearing down the drain. My body still tingling and images of fucking Morgan in my mind beginning to ebb, I lean my head against the cool tile of the shower and shake my head.

I shouldn’t be having these fantasies about my daughter’s best friend. I shouldn’t be having these fantasies about a girl literally half my age. But I can’t seem to stop them. She’s a gorgeous girl, and I’m still a virile, red-blooded man. Whenever I’m around her, I can’t keep myself from thinking about fucking her. About indulging in every filthy fantasy in my mind.

But sleeping with Morgan is a non-starter. It has to be. For a laundry list of reasons, not the least of which is that she’s twenty-two and Kelsey’s best friend. I don’t think I’d be able to look my daughter in the eye if I gave in and let myself fuck Morgan. No matter how much I want to. Which means, I’m going to have to settle for jerking off to the fantasies in my mind.

She’s teasing and tempting me, all but asking me to fuck her, but jerking myself off to dirty thoughts of her is all that’s going to happen. That’s all that can happen.

“Fucking hell,” I mutter.