Chapter 26 Asher Nash

One More Night

I take a shower after my workout, toss on a Vegas Aces tee that isn’t really my style, and I decide to head up to my brother’s office to see if he wants to grab lunch. And it’s as I’m walking down the hallway that takes a turn toward the coaching offices that I spot her on the other end of the hall walking toward me.

Wavy red hair falling to the middle of her back, that fucking Graham jersey, and a skirt that makes her legs look two miles long.

Fuck.

She looks up, and her eyes meet mine. We both freeze, and it’s as if time also freezes.

My brother is just around the corner. Her dad’s office is a few doors down from that.

It’s not like I can bend her over in this hallway and mark up that Graham jersey with my come, though I’m tempted to give it a try.

We both start moving toward each other, and we stop when we’re close enough to talk. I nod toward the hallway to my right. “The coaching staff is down there if you’re looking for your dad.”

“I wasn’t,” she says, and her voice is all breathless and throaty like it was after I came in her mouth.

My cock stirs at the memory.

I glance around, and the small conference room beside us is empty. The lights are off. I duck inside, and she follows me in. I leave the lights off, but the room is bright anyway from the daylight streaming in through the windows.

We move away from the window in the doorway, and she leans against the wall as I shut the door.

I’m not sure why I shut the door. I glance at the table in here, and a flash of her laying naked on it while I taste her pussy passes through my mind.

“I was looking for you.” She motions to her shirt. “You said you’d take it off.”

I close my eyes and shake my head. “You know I can’t. Least of all here.”

“Then why’d you say it?”

“Because I want you, but I have to fight against that. I made a promise.”

“Did you, though?” she asks. “Did you specifically say, Coach, I promise not to fuck your daughter ?”

Hearing her talk like that makes me want to fuck her right here, right this very second, right there on that conference table.

“As I recall, you also made a promise to me,” she says with a shrug.

When my brows knit together because I have no idea what she’s getting at, she pulls out her phone. She scrolls for a second before she flashes it at me.

Her: Is that a threat or a promise?

Me: Both.

“So what’s it gonna be, Nash? Keeping your promise to my dad or to me?”

“You know I can’t do this, Des. No matter how much I want to. No matter how much I want you .” I sigh and rake a hand through my hair.

“One night, Asher. Just give me one night.”

“Fuck,” I mutter.

“I’ll even let you rip this jersey off of me.” She takes a step toward me, and her coconut hits my senses, though she’s still too far away for me to reach out and grab onto her the way every instinct in my body is telling me to do. She lowers her voice to a whisper. “I’m not wearing anything under it.”

Jesus, that’s something I want to see with every fiber of my being.

I’m holding onto the last ounce of my control with every fiber of my being.

“What’ll you wear home?” I ask, trying to keep some semblance of decorum with her father just around the corner.

“That’s future Desi’s problem. Present Des only cares about one thing.”

“What’s that?” My words are as big of a dare as her wearing this shirt here today is.

She takes another step toward me, and that does the trick. She’s close enough to reach out and touch me, and she does. She runs her hand along the front of my running shorts, and she finds exactly what she’s looking for.

Her breath hitches as she cups my cock in her palm, and as her eyes meet mine, hers are dilated and needy.

I shove my cock against her palm.

Fuck it.

Fuck promises.

Fuck all that shit about the right thing to do.

The right thing to do is her. The right thing is us .

And I need to fuck her like I need to breathe.

She backs up a step as I thrust my cock against her hand. She asked for it, and now she’s going to get it.

I keep backing her up until she bumps into the wall and can’t back up anymore. I box her in, pushing my hips to hers with her hand still on me.

Our eyes meet for one hot, intense moment, and then I lift my palm to her jawline as my mouth collides with hers.

She moans into me as she starts to pump me on the outside of my shorts, and fuck if I’m not going to come right here in the conference room. My tongue darts into her mouth, and I swirl my tongue around hers, my chest warming with the emotions I haven’t allowed myself to feel since the last time we were in a room together.

She’s begging. My cock is begging.

One night. She’s offering one night, and I don’t have the self-control to tell her no.

We’ll never be able to keep it to one night. Not when the undercurrent between us is this powerful.

Maybe it’ll prove me wrong, and we’ll both determine it was lust all along.

I’m already well aware that I’m lying to myself by even allowing that thought into my stupid brain.

I back up and stare at her. Her lips are swollen from the brutal kiss I laid on her, and she’s panting and needy…pretty much exactly like I am in this moment.

I clear my throat. “One night,” I repeat.

She nods, and she snags her bottom lip between her teeth.

Fuck it.

“Fine. But it has to be the last time.”

Her eyes light up at another lie I’m telling myself.

I press my lips to hers, and she moans into me…and I’m fucking done. I need to find somewhere to take her. Immediately.

I pull back, and her heated, green eyes gleam at me.

“Fuck,” I mutter. “I have a meeting in a few minutes. Did you drive here?”

She shakes her head, and I glance at my watch.

“Make an excuse and meet me around the east side of the building at four,” I demand.

She nods, and I kiss her one more time before I walk out of the conference room to the empty hall.