Page 65 of Coach Sully
“I thought for sure it was scripted,” I say.
She shakes her head in disbelief.
“So, got any good footage of me? Anything you wanna save for the spank bank?”
She glances over at me with a dull expression, and I smile.
“That good, huh?”
“Wait…” She stills in her chair. “Oh my God!” She looks down at her stomach.
“What?”
She’s beaming at me. “I think I felt the baby kick… I thought it was just weird gas bubbles or something, but that felt like a kick. This is the fluttering they talk about.”
I can’t believe I get to have a baby with this woman. I walk over to her chair and kneel in front of her. She lifts her shirt, even though I know damn well it will be a while before I can feelit. I just want to touch her. It makes me feel closer. I press a kiss to her stomach, then it growls.
“Kendra.”
She looks away. “Hm?”
“When did you eat last?”
She throws her head back. “Oh my God, Sully. What is this obsession with you and making sure I eat? I’m eating right now!” She swings her licorice in the air like a lasso. I can’t help it. I’m incredibly protective over her, especially now that she’s pregnant.
“Eat better, and I won’t have to hound you about it.”
“I’m fine, Bo is fine. We’re all fine.”
I grin up at her. “Bo?”
“Oh.” She worries her lip. “My mom’s name was Bonnie, I thought Bo was a good nickname that worked for either sex.”
It’s perfect. “Bo is a great name. Do I get to use it too?”
“Only if you stop fussing over me so much.”
I chuckle at her sass. “You need an outlet for that frustration. Want some help?” I lean forward and bite her thigh through her jeans.
She squeals a laugh and nudges me away but rolls backward in her chair, putting herself farther from her keyboard. “You’re an animal.”
I grab her legs and haul her back. “You have no idea.”
We stare at each other, then she drops her gaze to my mouth. That’s all the motivation I need to get up and seal her lips with mine. Her tongue meets mine, and the tart green-apple flavor is bright on my tongue. “You taste like sour candy.”
She reaches down and fumbles with my belt. “What do you taste like?”
I peel her shirt off, and I swear to god, her tits are bigger than they were before. They’re growing heavier, and the thought turns me to steel. An image of her bouncing on my cock pops inmy head, I visualize the milk leaking from her nipples, dribbling over my hand as I massage them. Fuck.That’s new.
I unhook her bra and suck a nipple into my mouth. Popping off, I relish the jiggle and nip the side of her breast, then find her mouth again. Our kiss is steamy, hot, and urgent. Her chest rises and falls as I lift her, then deposit her ass on the desk. She works my jeans and boxers down.
“Lift,” I say.
She braces both hands behind her, raising her ass for me to pull her pants and underwear down her pretty legs. Her left hand is firmly smashed on the center of her keyboard, causing the computer to blast an angry beep, she startles and pushes it over the edge of the desk, letting it clatter to the floor. We laugh against each other’s lips and remove our clothes.
I lower her bare back to her desk. I’ve always wanted to fuck someone on a desk. I glance down and nod at the papers in a pile next to her. “Are these important?”
She looks over. “Why?” A smile forms on her lips “You want to shove them off?”