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Excerpt #1 He gripped my ass tighter. I let out a sound I had no idea I was capable of. I was so fucking turned on. His movements on me were making me so wet I could feel it soaking my panties. His mouth moved from my neck to my ear, "You gotta quit making those sounds, baby." He kissed the spot behind it. "I'm starting to lost it." Then he took my mouth in his, moving into me harder, pinning me to the wall. My leg on the floor moved to wrap around him. I needed him closer to me; I needed more of him. He started to build a rhythm again. I felt that slow burn building low in my stomach. I didn't know how the fuck he was doing it. Or what the fuck he was even doing. But I didn't want it to stop. Ever. "Oh my God, Logan." I was panting; my head threw back against the wall. He was on my neck. Sucking. Hard. He was going to leave a mark. I wanted him to. "Matthews! What the fuck are you doing?" A deep voice yelled. I screamed, dropped my legs, ducked, and hid behind him. Oh. My. God. Reality set in. What the fuck were we doing? "Fuck." he spat. His hand went down his pants to adjust himself before turning around. "What the fuck do you think this is, Matthews?" "Sorry, Coach" Oh. My. God. Kill me now. "Go home!" I was too embarrassed to look past Logan to see his coaches reaction. "Yes Sir." Logan sounded like he was about to laugh. What the hell? "I'll cover for you." His coach sounded different now, like he was trying to contain his own laughter. "Fuck, I wish I was in college again," he said, before I heard his footsteps walking away. I don't know what emotion was on my face when Logan turned to me, but he laughed. Fucking laughed. "This shit's not funny!" I whispered loudly. " I almost let you have me. " I motioned with my finger at our surroundings. "Right here!" He didn't respond. Just looked me up and down and licked his lips. His eyes settled on my face, as he brought his hand to cup my cheek. And then his face was so close to mine; I could feel his breath on my lips. He rubbed his nose against mine. "Wait here," he said, his voice low, laced with desire. "We're not even close to being done. I'm going to take you home and I'm going to fucking finish what I started. And when I'm done with you, you won't even remember what happened just now. All you'll remember is how I make you feel when you're screaming my name."