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“It doesn’t matter.” Elodie presses a hand to my chest. “She’s getting what she deserves.” Then she winks. “But I will never forget the look on Allyson’s face when she opened that laptop. Just remind me never to get on Allyson’s bad side, okay?”
I have to sit down. My knees are literally weak. “It’s over. It’s really over.”
“Well, that part’s over.” Elodie holds up her phone for me to see the text that’s just come in for both of us.
KARI
Y’all know Allyson tipped me off and as your PR rep I must demand a PRESS CONFERENCE.
I shake my head. “Tell that woman to give me at least a full day of relief first.”
With a knowing grin, Elodie sends the message, and Kari’s response comes through moments later.
KARI
I knew you’d say that. You have a press conference to introduce the new coach next week anyway.
Immediately below the text is a link to someone’s rugby coaching bio. “Let me see that.” Elodie hands over her phone, and I click the link, reading the bio. “Huh. Seems like we’ve got ourselves a good one.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. Colin Thicke is one of the winningest rugby coaches in the collegiate circuit. I remember him from my own college days.” If memory serves, he’s no-nonsense, gets shit done, and has a squeaky-clean reputation. Whether and how that translates to professional rugby, I don’t yet know. What Idoknow? That I can’t wait to hand the reins back over to an actual coach. Another text from Kari swings in filled only with question marks, and I snort. “She’s impatient.”
“You’ve met her, right?” Elodie jokes.
I pluck my own phone off the kitchen counter and type a response.
Chill out, Kari. Of course I’ll do your damn press conference. Any chance you can get me poster-size glossies of Lauren’s arrest photos?
KARI
Don’t threaten me with a good time.
Chapter 41
Elodie
Ansel’s eyes darken as he comes into the bedroom after getting Rosie set up with yet another viewing ofBrave.“What is that?”
I twirl in the short sundress, letting it flare up and around to give Ansel a show. It’s September, but that doesn’t mean squat in Atlanta. Unless you count ‘no longer sweltering’ as a temperature. With a smirk, I meet his eyes. “This old thing?”
Cursing darkly, he walks across the plush rug and drops to his knees before me. His deep brown eyes meet mine as he says, “Yes, this old thing. You and these damn short dresses are going to be my undoing.” His hands skim up the back of my calves, then move farther up the back of my thighs before encountering the cheeky underwear I’m wearing.
He growls. “And I’m going to die a very, very happy man.” Then he ducks under the dress.
“Ansel.” I laugh, but it turns to a deep, guttural moan as he slips the panties down and presses his hot mouth to the apex of my thighs.
“You taste so good, Elodie.” The words are barely intelligible as he begins to worship me, tongue and teeth and lips, and I give myself over to him. The man has been nothing but insatiablesince I moved in permanently after we made up. Sex with a kid in the house, it turns out, doesn’t happen any less than when sheisn’tin the house; it’s just more creative.
Ansel licks my center, focusing in on that glorious bundle of nerves as his hands hold me steady against him. I tremble, and he bears down. Ecstasy comes hot and fast, and I’m panting through the orgasm in minutes. It’s barely ended before I’m gasping, “More. I need more.”
He lifts the dress off his head and grins up at me, pure male satisfaction on his face. “Then take off this pretty sundress and let me have you.”
I pull it off and unclasp my bra as he stands and removes his clothes, then we tumble onto the bed. I spread my legs, eager and wanting, as he positions himself between them. But instead of pushing inside me like I need him to do, he drops his head to mine for a kiss. The taste of my arousal is on his tongue, and it sends me soaring. I grind my hips against him, silently begging. “Want you,” I murmur. “Now.”
He gives a low laugh as he thrusts up, slow and hard, his cock sliding through my wetness and skimming along my clit. “You want this, sweetheart?”
I reach up and take his glasses off, setting them to the side before taking his face in my hands. His beard is soft on my skin. “I wantyou.”
