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  Going All the Way

  A Forbidden Hot Boss Romance

  Copyright © 2020 Jamie Knight Romance & Nikki Rayne.

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  Jamie Knight –

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  Table of Contents

  Chapter One - Brenda

  Chapter Two - Tanner

  Chapter Three - Brenda

  Chapter Four - Tanner

  Chapter Five - Brenda

  Chapter Six - Brenda

  Chapter Seven - Tanner

  Chapter Eight - Tanner

  Chapter Nine - Brenda

  Chapter Ten - Brenda

  Epilogue - Brenda

  Sneak Peek of Cherry On Top

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  Chapter One - Brenda

  “I don’t know what I’m going to do.” I paced up and down my dorm room, kicking dirty clothes into the hamper while venting to my baby sister Liz who’d come up for a weekend visit. “The partial scholarship barely covers my living expenses as it is. It’s not like I can ask Gram for more money. She’s already done so much for us.” I flopped onto my bed and buried my head in my hands. “How could they increase the fees? There’s no way I can pay without starving to death.”

  “Bren, come on, think. There has to be something. We’ll figure it out together.” Liz was always the calm and sensible one while I was the worrywart.

  Money wasn’t a luxury we had. Our parents died in a car accident when we were too young to understand we would never see them again. Our grandmother had raised us ever since. Someone she trusted had invested the insurance payout poorly. Needless to say, there was nothing left to put my sister or me through college. I wasn’t bitter about what we didn’t have and what we’d lost, but I did worry.

  To earn money growing up, I babysat local kids, and when I turned sixteen, I took whatever job I could. I did everything from serving ice cream at the country club to walking dogs and scooping up poop, but there were only so many hours in the day. Right now, I had two waitressing jobs on top of studying for my B.S in Sports Science.

  I lifted my head from my hands. “I’m already working a million hours a week. I don’t know if I can fit one more thing in. I also have to find an internship to pass this year.”

  She seemed thoughtful. A few seconds later, Liz’s eyes widened, and she looked like she’d come up with the meaning of life. “Actually. There’s one thing you can do. I’m surprised I didn’t think about it sooner.”

  “I’m not stripping.”

  She threw a pillow at my face, but I caught it before it hit me.

  “Goofball. Coach Gordon is looking for a part-time intern to work for the rest of the school year. The last one jerked off in the girls’ locker room, leaving spunk everywhere. We set up cameras to catch him. You could apply. It’s a paid position, and you could give up waitressing for a while. You were always his favorite.”

  My nipples hardened at the thought of working with Coach Gordon. “You girls still call him Coach Cutie?”

  “Behind his back. There isn’t a female alive who doesn’t think he’s hot. All the girls have a crush on Coach.”

  I knew that feeling well. For all four years of high school, I’d crushed on him hard, and still did, but he was my teacher and fifteen years my senior.

  My cheeks heated at the memories of how often I’d climaxed to fantasies of him taking my virginity, of him loving me, and of him one day marrying me.

  With his rich Southern accent and sky-blue eyes that could see into my soul, he was my dream man. As well as being stacked with muscles on top of muscles on top of muscles, he had a trimmed beard and floppy hair with strands that always fell over his forehead.

  Whenever he got frustrated by work, he would shove the strands away and tell us we were making him tear his hair out. But not once had he lost his cool, no matter how far his hormonally challenged students pushed him.

  Neither had he ever acted inappropriately or stepped out of line. But one time, I swear to God, he almost kissed me. It was the Monday after a weekend track victory.

  I’d dusted the competition and brought the meet of champions trophy home. He’d called me into his office to congratulate me.

  It was as if it had happened yesterday. He’d been sitting on the edge of his desk wearing his usual khakis and a navy t-shirt that showed off his biceps. I’d stepped a little too close and ended up standing between his spread legs.

  He’d swallowed hard, and his lips parted. Our eyes locked, and we were so close, our breaths mingled. We were seconds away from overstepping the student-teacher line.

  Unfortunately, he’d closed his eyes, and with a small shake of his head, firmed his lips. Coming to my senses, I stepped away. Neither of us acknowledged what had almost happened.

  After that, our relationship changed. He wasn’t unfriendly, but he was no longer my friend. He was one hundred percent my coach.

  I’d be lying if I said my heart hadn’t broken a little over how standoffish he’d become. By graduation, I couldn’t get out of St. Brigid’s and out of his orbit fast enough. Leaving Whispering Falls in my rearview mirror, I figured I would get over my crush and meet someone my own age at college, but I hadn’t. Coach Gordon’s face was still the one that filled my dreams.

  “Earth to Brenda.” Liz snapped her fingers in front of my face. “Are you going to apply or not?”

  I chewed on my inner cheek. “I don’t know. Do I really want to go back to St. Brigid’s and Whispering Falls? It’ll look like I’m trying to relive my glory days.”

  “Sis, you’d be doing me a favor. Miranda Halpern is acting like a total bitch. She thinks she’s so much better than me in every way. She veers into my running lane when Coach isn’t watching and does her best to make me fall flat on my face.” She lifted her leg and pulled up her sweatpants to reveal a ghastly scab. “Look at my knee. This will scar. And my palms are all scratched up.”

  My jaw dropped, and I grabbed her hands. “You told me you fell at practice. Why didn’t you tell me someone had purposely tripped you? And why didn’t you tell Coach? She needs to be thrown off the team.”

  “I’m not a tattletale. I can handle Miranda, but it would be nice to have some backup. Please apply. For me.”

  I wasn’t stupid. Liz could take care of herself. She wanted me to apply for the internship because I desperately needed the money. If she had any idea about my feelings for Coach Gordon, she would die a thousand deaths.

  “Fine,” I said, relenting and dropping her hands. “You can stop with the puppy dog eyes. I’ll apply, but that doesn’t mean I’ll get it.”

  She threw her arms around my neck. “Coach Gordon loves you. Of course, you’ll get it.”

  ****

  I couldn’t believe I was back at St. Brigid’s ready for my first day as Coach Gordon’s assistant. The butterflies in my belly weren’t just flapping their wings; they were creating a hurricane of anxiety.

  I glanced around, but there was no sign of Coach. I laughed to myself. Had I expected him to welcome me with open arms and to roll out the red carpet?

  I’d started the application process when Liz left my dorm room last week. I honestly hadn’t believed I would get the position, but a few days later, Coach Gordon had emailed to say the internship was mine if I wanted it.

  I hadn’t immediately replied and had gone back and forth in my mind, weighing up the pros and cons. After my classes had ended for the day, I typed up an acceptance email, but it stayed in my drafts for a few more hour
s before I finally got the courage up to hit send.

  Walking onto the field brought back an avalanche of memories. It’d only been two years since I’d left, but in some ways, it seemed like a lifetime ago.

  The cheers from the bleachers. The smell of the asphalt. The feel of the euphoric runner’s high after a race.

  I’d spent most of my high school years on the track, practicing drills and racing against myself to better my time. Sometimes I missed the simplicity of those days.

  Liz, who had finished stretching with the other team members, spotted me and waved. She got herself into position on the runner’s block. When the race started, I watched intently, trying to figure out if she or any of the others needed help with their form.

  On the last bend, my sister’s gazelle-like legs took the lead, closely followed by Miranda.

  Miranda veered slightly into Liz’s lane again and again and again. Not enough for someone who didn’t know what to look for to notice.

  Finally, she achieved what she wanted. Liz stumbled and landed on her knees, but like the warrior she was, she got up and continued running, coming in second place.

  I sprinted over to the finish line, where Miranda raised her hands in victory. When she spotted me, she smirked. “I win again.”

  I placed my hands on my hips. “Cheating isn’t winning.”

  She shrugged. “I didn’t cheat.”

  “You purposely veered into Liz’s lane.”

  “Says who?”

  “Says me.”

  She eyeballed me up and down, not trying to hide her disgust. “Who are you?”

  She knew exactly who I was, but if that was the game she wanted to play, then fine. “Liz’s sister and your new assistant coach.”

  “Is there a problem, ladies?”

  Shivers ran up my spine. Like always, his deep southern drawl dampened my panties, and I had to fight to control my breathing.

  Reigning in my hormones and my temper, I explained, “Ms. Halpern cheated her way to victory by veering into Liz’s lane. She purposely tripped her up.”

  Coach Gordon moved beside me, the scent of his familiar woodsy cologne wrapping around me like a hug. I didn’t dare look at him because if I did, everyone would be able to tell how much I ached for him. Instead of begging him to take me into his office and screw me over his desk, I kept my eyes forward and my focus on Miranda.

  “Is this true, Miranda? Liz?”

  “Coach,” Miranda said, her voice whiney and imploring. “I would never cheat.”

  “Hmmm.” He didn’t sound convinced. “Liz?”

  My sister scuffed her sneakers along the ground. “I’m sure it was a mistake, Coach.”

  “All three of us know that nothing about what happened was a mistake.” I looked at Coach Gordon, waiting for his input.

  He turned his attention to me and took off his aviator sunglasses. The full power of his eyes zeroed in on mine. I gulped down a breath at the intensity on his face.

  “What do you think we should do, Coach Samuels?”

  He drummed his fingertips against his clipboard for a few seconds.

  “Well,” I said, wanting to make a good impression and decide on an appropriate punishment. “If neither girl is willing to tell the truth, then both girls need to run around the track five times to learn how to stay in their lanes.”

  “W-What?” Liz spluttered. “But I didn’t…”

  “No way,” Miranda protested.

  I lifted the whistle hanging around my neck. “The faster you run, the faster you get to leave the track.”

  Coach Gordon grinned. “You heard Coach Samuels, girls. Get running.”

  Both girls shot flames my way, but when I blew the whistle, they took off running with no further complaint. Liz would rip me a new one later.

  He chuckled. The deep sound making me even wetter. “Welcome to the coach life, Brenda.”

  I grimaced. “Not how I planned to start my internship here, Coach.”

  “Call me Tanner. We’re colleagues now.”

  I giggled like the high school girl I once was. “That’s going to take a lot of getting used to.”

  He nodded slowly, and I would have sworn his pupils dilated. “A lot of things are.”

  Chapter Two - Tanner

  When her application showed up in my email, I should have ignored it. I shouldn’t have for one second considered giving her the position. After I’d fired my last intern, Brenda’s name had crossed my mind, but I’d pushed it away because I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to trust my actions where she was concerned.

  For way too long, she’d been part of my fantasies. When she was one of my star students, I’d kept my libido at bay, but now seeing her in front of me all grown up, I could see I’d been right to be afraid.

  In her sports shorts and tight tank, Brenda was a walking wet dream. I would never and have never acted inappropriately with any student. Still, I’m ashamed to admit, I had almost kissed Brenda once.

  After that incident, I’d distanced myself from her. Every time she’d looked at me back then, confusion swam in her beautiful, brown eyes. I couldn’t explain that whenever I got close to her, I had to fight with my dick to stay soft. That all I wanted to do was fuck her over my desk. The longing inside me hadn’t lessened in the two years since she’d left St. Brigid’s.

  “It’s good to see you again, Brenda. I hear good things about you from Coach Connors. You’re making quite the name for yourself on the college circuit.”

  The smile she gave me was a nervous one and all kinds of cute. “I’ll never stop running. I would die if I couldn’t.”

  And I would die if I couldn’t have her. “You’re a natural. The girls and I are lucky to have you for the rest of the school year.”

  She fidgeted with her fingers and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “I’m the lucky one. Tuition fees are going up next fall. My athletic scholarship only goes so far.”

  “I wish I could offer you more. I had to fight tooth and nail to make this a paid position.”

  “I’m truly grateful for the opportunity, but—” She gnawed on her lower lip, her eyes wandering to my face every few seconds. “—I’m so close to the girls’ age that I’m not sure they’ll listen to me.”

  I went to place a reassuring hand on her bicep but second-guessed myself and dropped my hand by my side. The last thing either of us needed were nasty rumors flying around. Lord knows, I already had enough of those. Being one of the only male teachers in an all-girls’ school meant I had to watch every move I made and every word I said. “They all know who you are and respect everything you’ve achieved.”

  “Apart from Miranda. She acted like she didn’t know who I was.”

  “She can be challenging. If she gives you a hard time or doesn’t listen, I’ll deal with it. She’s already on my list.”

  “Thank you.” This time she was the one to reach out. Only she didn’t second guess herself or drop her hand by her side. Her soft fingertips brushed across my forearm. “You have no idea how much I appreciate you giving me this internship.”

  I held my breath, willing my dick to stay limp. The end of class bell rang, and the seniors ran off the field. “Can you put the freshmen through their paces? I have some paperwork I need to take care of.” And something else I need to take care of.

  “Are you sure?” Her brow wrinkled.

  “Brenda, how long were you my student?”

  “Four years.”

  “Then, you know the drill.”

  Her answering smile sent surges straight to my cock. “Thanks for your confidence in me, Coach. I mean, Tanner.” Saying my name flushed her cheeks. Damn, she was gorgeous when she blushed.

  Freshman filed onto the field, and I stood back and watched as Brenda pursed her lips around the whistle and blew. My heart seized. What I wouldn’t give to have my dick replace the whistle.

  The girls gathered around Brenda, but I was too far away to hear her instructions. They stretched,
and then Brenda bent over into a downward dog. Her shorts rode up, making the curve of her ass visible. All moisture evaporated from my body. Fuck. Getting a hard-on in a field filled with teenagers would get me fired.

  I held my clipboard in front of my crotch and hurried inside. I needed a shower to cool off and jerk off.

  Lucky for me, I had a private bathroom adjacent to my office. I strode in and stripped off. I’d never showered during the day at school before. If I’d ever needed to shower, I waited until after the last bell, but if I didn’t take care of my hard-on, I would explode.

  I stood beneath the spray, soaped up my hand, then soaped up my dick. I pictured sweet, sexy Brenda on her knees in front of me. She would gaze up at me with those chocolate brown eyes of hers and her cupid’s bow lips parted and waiting.

  I swallowed down the groan working its way up my throat. I had to stay quiet. The last thing I needed was to alert students or faculty members.

  I closed my eyes and stroked my hand up and down nice and slow. I wanted to get lost in the fantasy and not come too fast.

  With her in front of me, I would curl my hands around her blonde hair and hold tight, controlling everything, teaching her how I wanted her to suck me off. She would wrap her lips around my cock and suck me so deep I’d hit off the back of her throat.

  One of her hands would cup my balls and tug in time with the movements of her mouth. I would deep throat her, my heavy sacs hitting off her chin.

  When I was ready to come, I would slide from her and tap the flared head against her open lips. Then, I would jerk off and would shoot my load into her mouth. To finish everything off, she would swallow every last drop of my cum down.

  I gripped my dick harder and squeezed my balls until they hurt. How often had I replayed the same fantasy in my head? How often had I jerked off to thoughts of her?

  Fire burned through my veins. I was close. So fucking close.

  “Tanner? Are you in here?”

  The sound of her voice sent me over the edge, and I gritted my teeth against the groans battling to escape, but I couldn’t stop her name spilling out of my mouth. Hot cum spurted over my hand and onto the tiles, and when I had nothing left, my body sagged.