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He pulls me close again. “I am going to dance with you the night of the winter formal.”

“You can’t make me dance with you.”

He arches a brow. “Maybe I can.”

I hate this man so much and every encounter with him makes me dislike him more. It’s hard to believe that someone can be so cocky in the face of constant rejection.

“Come on,” he says, grabbing my hand as the music stops.

“Where are we going?” I demand, as he drags me through the crowd.

“You’ll see.”

I don’t trust this man as far as I can throw him, and since he’s probably about two hundred and twenty pounds of pure muscle, that wouldn’t be very far. So I try to retrieve my hand from his grasp, but he holds it tight.

“Ouch, you are hurting me,” I call out.

“Then don’t try to escape.”

I sigh heavily as he leads me out the back of the club toward a staircase. “Isn’t this like off limits?”

He glances back at me, his eyes glimmering with mischief. “Yes, but that’s never stopped me before.”

We walk up the stairs and into a plush room with a wall made of glass on one side, which slides back to reveal a huge suspended pool overlooking Winby town center.

It’s fancy for the town and I would have never known it was up here.

“Wow.”

“Fancy a dip?”

I shake my head. “I don’t have a swimsuit.”

His eyes flash. “Neither do I.”

I swallow hard as I realize he’s talking about skinny dipping. “No way am I going in there naked.”

He clears his throat. “Then your underwear will suffice, no?”

I glance at the crystal clear water, wishing it didn’t look so inviting. “Surely you can get in serious trouble for this.”

His eyes dance with delight. “Live a little, Vasquez.”

It’s a challenge if ever I’ve heard one, and one of my biggest flaws is I can’t turn down a challenge.

“Fine,” I say, struggling to unzip my dress at the back, but manging to get it down enough to wriggle out and drop it to the floor. “Last one in is a chicken.” I rush toward the outside, intending to bomb into the water, when a pair of strong arms lift me off my feet.

“I’m afraid that’s not fair, since I’m not even undressed yet.”

My entire body sets on fire as I feel the hardness of his cock pressing against my barely clad ass. “Fine, I’ll wait.”

“Good girl,” he purrs into my ear.

And then I hear his belt drop to the floor as he steps out of his pants. And then I assume he’s taking his shirt off, but I don’t look. I fear if I do, I might back out of this entirely.

Only once have I seen Coach without his top after a hot summer’s day gym session when he got covered in sweat.

His body is beyond amazing and I don’t want to think about that right now, not when I’m only in my bra and thong.

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