The Assistant Coach (BOOK 1: OMEN KING SERIES)

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Kohl Warren

I don't know why the hell this random girl came up to me and started kissing me but to hell with it because damn I'm getting semi-hard by the way her tongue is fighting mine.

I just finished a quickie upstairs, but this kiss is like a damn revelation.

She smells like strawberries, and it's messing with my head in all the right ways. Her moans are doing things to me, fuck. They're not some dainty, delicate moans – they're more like this seductive, raspy kind of moan that's got my dick standing at attention.

My hands are still firmly planted on her ass, savoring the soft curves beneath my touch. Her dress is practically non-existent, riding up as we kiss, but I quickly yank it back down to cover her up, I can be a gentleman...when I need to.

I can't help but grin against her lips.

As our lips part, I feel her hands slide up to my shoulders, a slight pang of disappointment creeping in as the moment ends. I meet the gaze of the bold stranger, my expression a mix of shock and awe. Damn, she's a sight for sore eyes. Her luscious tight black curls flow down her back all the way to her waist, setting off her caramel skin.

I can't deny the temptation to run my hands through her hair, to savor every bit of her, although I know it would be difficult because curly hair is hard to run my fingers through, talking from experience.

Those siren eyes of hers, a captivating shade of green, draw me in like a moth to a flame. They're like windows to a world I want to explore.

Her lips, full and slightly parted, make me picture them wrapped around something else entirely. It's enough to make a man break a sweat.

Her pointed chin, like a cute little arrow, seems to be aimed right at me. I fight the urge to reach out and trace its shape with my fingers, knowing it's a line I shouldn't cross.

And those curves in that tight black dress? They're practically waving hello, and I can't help but appreciate the view. She's a masterpiece, all curves and angles in all the right places.

Who is this girl, and why haven't I noticed her before?

"Sorry about that," she blurts out so fast I almost miss it, pulling her hands off me and dropping back down from her tippy toes.

Some woman bumps into me from behind, but all I can focus on is her. I didn't even realize that the brunette who was standing right beside me left.

I smirk down at her. "Well, that's a first for me, being sexually assaulted I mean,"

She glances back towards the kitchen, where there's no one, and lets out a sigh of relief. I raise an eyebrow, intrigued by her reaction.

"I'm sorry, I had to feed a jock some lie about you being my boyfriend because he was trying to make a move on me, and I was about to lose my cool just being near him. His cologne was like a punch in the face, and to be real, his looks weren't exactly turning heads," the music thumps in the background as she laughs, the sound sending white-flamed heat to blossom in my chest.

"Fine by me, I wasn't complaining or anything," I reply, her laughter still ringing in my ears, sending a wave of desire through me.

I've never been one to have a full-on conversation with a girl at a party before, we just get straight to blowjobs or sex. But I wouldn't mind hearing her talk for hours, her voice is soothing and sounds nice.

"Mama always said, if you're gonna fib, go all in. And I'm rambling," she sighs while a smirk plays on my lips as she hits her forehead. "If there's anything I can do to make it up to you, just say the word," she offers, her eyes searching mine for a sign.