“I mean . . .” He looks me up and down. “How the hell am I supposed to coach knowing you’re standing next to me?” “I don’t understand.” He tosses his hand to the side. “I fucking like you, Gabby. I don’t want to admit it, but I do. I’m attracted to you. I love being inside you. I love hearing the way you moan when you come and the way your tight cunt squeezes my cock . . . it’s fucking addictive.” He grows closer again. “How the fuck am I supposed to deal with that when you’re working so close to me?”
