Ethan’s POV
The field was finally quiet. Leaving onlyt me, and the lingering heat of Mia’s eyes on me the whole damn practice.
She followed me into my office like a shadow, her bag slung carelessly over her shoulder, lips already parted like she couldn’t wait a second longer.
The moment the door clicked shut, she was on me—hands dragging down my shirt, mouth crashing into mine. I backed her against the desk, kissing her hard, our tongues clashing, until I had to tear away just to breathe.
“You’re insane,” I muttered against her lips. “Someone could still be around.”
She smirked, pupils blown wide. “Then f**k me quiet, Coach.”
She dropped to her knees before I could respond.
Her hands were quick, tugging at my waistband until my c**k sprang free. The sight of her down the
