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Jack

R onnie Freeman is a harmless little man, a math teacher at the high school. Allie is clearly not interested in dating him, but it’s a testament to my state of mind how badly I wanted to rip his arms off and shove them up his ass for daring to touch her.

We haven’t even discussed Rip Sinclair, and the pain I’m prepared to inflict on that man if he dares to show his ugly face in Newhope—or anywhere near my girl.

I’m not sure when the switch was flipped or how, but there’s no going back for me. Allie is mine, and I won’t let anyone hurt her or try to date her.

The soft tap on my door breaks my murderous thoughts, and my muscles tense in anticipation of seeing her again.

I quickly go over, open it, and pull her inside fast.

“Hey—Oh!” She falls back against the door with a huff of exhale. “Good thing it was me, I guess.”

To her credit, she always manages to make me smile.

I brace my hands above her head, leaning down. “Just making sure no one sees us. ”

Her cheeks flush attractively, and she straightens her back, stretching like a kitten to put our faces irresistibly close.

“Am I your dirty little secret, Coach Jack?” It’s a sexy whisper that activates my dick.

Fuck . I lean down to trace my nose along the line of her hair. She smells like a juicy green apple. Forbidden fruit .

“Yes.” My voice is rough.

Her hands touch my waist as she exhales a soft hum. Everything she does makes me hard.

Pushing off the door, I take a step back to look at her. She did exactly what I told her to do, changing into a tight purple sweater with a tantalizing V-neck, and a flowing gold skirt with white flowers. Easy access .

Her silky dark-brown hair is tied up in a messy bun on her head with small pieces escaping around her cheeks. Those black-rimmed glasses are perched on her nose, and the cherry on top are her deep red lips.

Crossing my arms, I almost smile. “You’re perfect.”

She takes a cautious step closer, lifting her chin. “Just following orders.”

Relief exhales through my lungs, and I walk over to pour a scotch. I usually only have one beer at night, but I’m also usually on duty as a single dad.

Tonight is a scotch night.

Lifting the crystal tumbler, I turn to face her, arching my eyebrow. “Are you planning to tell Ronnie yes?”

Her chin pulls back, then her hand drops. “Ronnie Freeman ?”

The way she says it almost makes me break character.

“You said you’d think about it.” I sit in the chair, crossing my ankle over my knee as if I’m angry.

She exhales a short noise. “Well, that’s because he’s harmless. You’re not really upset about that are you?” Her eyes blink quickly, and she’s adorably flustered. “You know I’m only interested in you.”

My veins simmer. “I’m going to need you to convince me. ”

Those velvet-red lips pout, and she comes to where I’m sitting. “Tell me what to do, Coach. I’m ready to get in the game.”

Lifting my finger off the tumbler, I point to the arched entrance to the hallway leading to my bedroom.

“Stand there.” My eyes run down her sexy breasts. “And strip.”

Her pout turns to a naughty smile, and she walks to the hallway, swaying her ass as she goes. Then she turns to face me and starts to unbutton her sweater.

“Stop.”

Her fingers freeze, and I uncross my legs, going to where she stands and flicking on the yellow overhead light behind her. From there, I walk to the kitchen and turn off the lights, leaving only the small lamp beside my chair still lit.

The effect casts her in a perfect silhouette, and I sit in the leather chair again, crossing my ankle. “Now begin.”

She turns, leaning her back against the wall and lifting her breasts. Her body is outlined in light, and I watch as she unbuttons her top.

“Music would help.” Her voice is soft, and she looks at me, lowering her glasses.

Taking out my phone, I tap a few times until the sultry beats of “You Put a Spell on Me” by Austin Giorgio filter through the room.

“Mmmm…” She smiles slowly. “That’s good.”

“Yes. It is.”

She moves her hips in time, and she’s fucking gorgeous. Her entire body rolls like a wave on the ocean, and I can’t take my eyes off her.

She lowers her hands, and her top falls open to reveal a black lace bra underneath, pushing her tits up. Every time she twists her hips they bounce, and she slides her arms out of the sleeves before pushing the skirt to the floor.

She’s wearing a matching black lace thong, and reaching up, she lets her hair down with one tug. It sweeps down to her shoulders, and she turns her back, letting me see her round ass.

She rotates it, and my dick hardens.

Turning to face me again, her legs step apart. She slides her palms up her sides to lift her tits, and my hand instinctively moves over my erection. I want her to straddle my lap and grind. Then I want to bend her over the table and fuck her hard.

“Crawl to me.” It’s a low order, and I put my foot on the floor and lean forward to rest my forearms on my knees.

Her blue eyes widen, and she looks side to side before carefully lowering to her knees. Soft brown waves bounce around her cheeks with every move, and her tits sway as she carefully puts one hand in front of the other.

She’s a work of art in motion. My mouth waters as I watch her get closer in only that sexy underwear and black-rimmed glasses.

When she reaches me, I open my hands. “Come up here.”

She straightens, and I cup her cheeks in my hands, studying her pretty eyes. I take the glasses off and put them to the side. She’s so open and pliable in my hands.

“You’re beautiful.” I kiss her lips softly before releasing her and leaning back. “Take out my cock.”

Her pink tongue touches her cherry-red bottom lip, and heat fills her blue eyes. She reaches for the button on my jeans, unfastening it and lowering the zipper.

My dick strains against my boxer briefs, and she slides her fingernails over it, making me hiss.

I slide my finger along her jaw. “Tell me what you want to do.”

Her eyes are on her hands rubbing me through the black fabric, and her breasts rise and fall with her pants. “Everything.”

My jaw clenches, and my dick can’t get any harder.

I hold back a groan. “Be specific, Allie.”

She licks her lips, blinking up at me. “I want to put it in my mouth. ”

“Put what in your mouth?”

“Your cock.”

“And…”

Her lips twist, and her eyes slide away.

The song changes to “Lips on You” by Maroon 5. I’m aching with need for her, but I cover her hands with mine, halting her movements and leaning forward.

“What are you thinking right now?”

She shakes her pretty head, eyes fluttering down. “I don’t know why I feel shy around you now.”

She’s kneeling in front of me looking like my dream come true, and she’s afraid?

“Look at me.” I cup her cheek, lifting her pretty eyes to mine. “We’ve known each other for years. I’ve walked you down the aisle at all of my siblings’ weddings. Sometimes you were more hungover than others, but you remember.”

“Those bachelorette parties could get wild.”

“Allie.” I give her a gentle smile. “I haven’t changed.”

“But don’t you see?” Her voice is quiet. “In those days, you were this gorgeous guy, Dylan’s sexy big brother, an impossible dream I could never have.” Her shoulder rises, and she exhales a little huff. “Now I have you. I just… don’t want to fuck it up.”

Her face is in my hand, and I smooth her hair back with my other one. “I’m more in danger of fucking this up than you are.”

“I don’t mind a little kink.” She tilts her head to the side. “I’m from New Orleans.”

“Right.” I huff a laugh.

“Except… Can we talk about some of them?”

Releasing her cheek, I grow more serious. “Of course.”

“I’m not really into ropes.” She winces. “I mean, being restrained sounds like fun, but some of that tying up looks… painful.”

“How do you feel about neckties or a silk scarf?”

“Better.” Her lips press into a smile, and I imagine her tied to my bed, blindfolded, mouth open .

Fuck, that’s hot.

“And no fisting… or peeing.” She covers her eyes. “Or, oh my god, pooping.”

Reaching for her wrists, I uncover her eyes, holding her hands in mine. “None of that will happen.”

“I don’t want to be hurt with weird implements, like nipple clamps or hooks.”

“How do you know about these things?” I confess, I’m impressed by her knowledge, and wondering if it means she’s hiding her own secret kinks—which I’d very much like to explore.

“I’m a librarian, Jack. I’ve read books.”

“I didn’t know you had books on BDSM in the high school library.”

“I have my own romance novels.”

I smile, exhaling a laugh. “Good to know.”

Her chin drops, and she studies her hands in mine. I look down at them as well, slim and fair, soft in my rough grip.

“How many have there been?” Her voice is just above a whisper. “I won’t judge. I just… I’ve never done this before, and I don’t want to let you down. I don’t want to be bad at it.”

A new feeling surges in my chest, protection, acceptance. “You’re my first.”

“I am?” She peeks up at me. “Well, that’s a relief.”

At last I get a glimpse of the sassy Allie I’ve always known.

“The first person I shared this with called me a twisted pervert.”

“So I’ve heard.” Her eyes narrow. “You’re not.”

“Forget her.” I kiss her cheek. “I have.”

“I’ll tell you what I want now.”

“Okay…”

Her blue eyes darken, and she moves closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. “I want to suck your cock until you’re thrusting it down my throat, moaning my name. Then I want to ride you until my pussy is raw. ”

“Shit.” My dick springs fully to life, and I take her face in both hands.

Leaning down, I kiss her hard. My mouth seals over hers, and I push her lips apart. I take her tongue with mine, curling my fingers against her scalp, doing my best not to devour her whole.

She rises higher onto her knees to meet me, holding my face in her hands and returning my kiss with equal passion.

We break apart with a gasp, hot eyes holding briefly before we’re back together, lips chasing each other’s, tracing down jaws and necks.

Soft whimpers come from her throat, and I exhale a deep groan in response.

“I want to possess every part of your body.” It’s a low growl, hunger and desire mingling in my blood.

“You can do whatever you want to me. I want all of it. I want everything.”

“We need a safe word.”

“Ana?s.”

“Ana?s…” I repeat it. “Any particular reason?”

“She’s my favorite author. She loved to be dominated, but most of all she loved to fuck.”

Resting my forehead against hers, I exhale slowly. It’s possible I’ve found my perfect match. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?”

“Yes.” She blinks up at me. “So sure.”

“Then open your mouth and swallow my cock like a good girl.”