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breasts, kneading them roughly. I shivered with excitement as our tongues battled each other. Keeping one hand on my breast, he brought the other down to undo my jeans almost effortlessly. He thrust his hand inside to delve into my panties, seeking out my warmth.
    “Jordan, I want you so much,” he breathed into my ear.
    As his eager fingers slid inside me, I panted, “Can’t you see how much I want you?”
    “Hmm, baby, you’re always so hot and wet for me. I could stay buried inside you all the time.”
    Those words were all the encouragement I needed. My fingers tugged at the button on his pants. Once I had the zipper down, I shoved his underwear and pants down over his hips.
    When he rammed me back against the metal wall of the concession stand, I cried out. The cold pierced my naked skin like a thousand knives.
    His fingers stopped working their magic inside me. “What’s wrong?”
    Now my teeth were chattering. “The w-wall is c-cold.”
    “I know how to fix that,” he murmured, as he withdrew from me to dig a condom out of his wallet.
    After he slid it on, he grabbed my bare ass and lifted me to wrap my legs around his waist. In one harsh thrust, he buried himself inside me, pounding me back against the icy wall. But I didn’t feel the cold. True to his word, Coach T fixed everything. His thrusts were rushed and frantic as I grinded myself against him.
    All too quickly it was over, and I wanted to cry. The fact that I needed to be connected to him so much scared me. The one thing I wouldn’t admit to my friends, my mom, or anyone else was I was in love. I hated to admit it even to myself. Somewhere between the flirtation and the affair, I’d fallen for him. He was everything I could ever imagine wanting.
    After he zipped up his pants, he kissed me one last time. “Monday as usual?”
    “Yes,” I replied, breathlessly.
    “Good.”
    He peered around the side of the concession stand and then started jogging back across campus. I waited a good ten minutes before I started back to the gym. I skidded to a stop when I saw Tara standing outside the door. “Where were you?”
    “Oh, Andy wanted to talk to me for a minute.”
    She eyed me suspiciously, but she didn’t say anything. “Come on. The guy’s game is already in the second quarter.”
    I smoothed my shirt and hair one last time and then followed her inside. My stomach churned when I saw Coach T with his wife. She sat on the bleacher above him, draping her arms over his neck. I argued against the nagging feeling in the pit of my stomach. After all, it was her hanging all over him, not the other way around. He didn’t really want her anymore—he just wanted me.
    I turned my head and tried to focus on the game, but all I could do was think about him. When I kept grinning like an idiot about our quickie, Tara rolled her eyes.
    “Did you go out to the parking lot and hook-up with Andy?”
    “Ew, no! Why would you think that?”
    “Cause you’re acting all sex glowy.”
    I snorted. “I promise if I touched Andy, it would be to slap the shit out of him.”
    Brandi was talking up some guy beside her, so Tara leaned over to me. “I saw you talking to Coach T.”
    I stared straight ahead, not allowing my face to betray anything I was feeling. “Yeah, I ran into him on the way to the bathroom.”
    “You didn’t go to the bathroom,” she argued softly.
    “Why don’t you say what you want to or forget it?” I asked. My knuckles were white from twisting my purse strap over and over in my hands.
    Tara hesitated, biting her lip. “Is there really something going on between you and Coach T?”
    My heartbeat accelerated in my chest. “Jesus, no! Can’t I think a man is hot without it meaning something else?”
    She shrugged. “You just seem really flirty with him.”
    “I flirt with everyone,” I argued.
    “I know,” she said. “But there’s something about the way you look at him. It’s different.”
    “It’s nothing ,” I