Her Filthy Coach – Forbidden Fantasies Read Online Lena Little

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Forbidden, Insta-Love Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 14775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 74(@200wpm)___ 59(@250wpm)___ 49(@300wpm)
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Isaac shoots me a mock glare out of the corner of his eye. “Ask that one more time, little brat, and we’re not going to make it there at all. I’ll pull this car over and put you over my knee in the back seat.”

As much as I’m sorely tempted to take him up on that threat, I really do want to see where he’s taking me. So I keep my mouth shut until finally, he’s pulling off the road and parking outside what looks like a very fancy hotel. Excitement zips through me.

“Come on, brat,” Isaac teases, holding his hand out to help me out of the car. I try to take my bag out the back, but he pins me with a look and grabs it instead, refusing to let me carry a damn thing. My ankle’s fine but Isaac is a gentleman at heart. He’s always opening doors and carrying shit for me.

“This place is fancy as fuck,” I comment as we walk inside, immediately surrounded by luxury. Lush plants, gold accents, velvet furniture, even the air in here smells fancy, like expensive perfume. I inhale deeply, grinning wide.

“Only the best for my girl,” Isaac murmurs to me, making me swoon. Dammit, this man is too good.

At the front desk, a welcoming receptionist tells us the details of the hotel—from the amazing restaurant and bar to the room service and insane spa packages they offer.

I can’t hide my excitement, and Isaac smiles widely down at me.

“You’re already booked in for a spa day, baby,” he tells me, and I squeal with happiness, hugging him while the receptionist smiles sweetly at us.

“You’re the best,” I tell him, beyond excited to be pampered in this amazing place. I don’t remember the last time I did something like this. In fact, I don’t think I ever had. I’ve been so focused on training and pushing myself to be the best so that when I graduate soon, I’ll have the best shot I can get at going pro. As much as I won’t admit it out loud, maybe this stupid ankle isn’t such a bad thing if it’s forcing me to get some downtime.

The receptionist slides over our room key cards, and Isaac directs me to the elevator while I try not to get distracted by the beautiful surroundings.

“This is amazing,” I tell him as the elevator takes us up to our floor. “Thank you, Isaac.”

Isaac grins. “It’s only going to get better.”

My brow furrows at that, confused. “How?”

Isaac just smirks and refuses to tell me anything.

“If I’d known I’d get special treatment like this when I’m injured, I’d have rolled my ankle ages ago,” I joke as we step out of the elevator on our floor. I gasp as Isaac grabs me around the waist and yanks me close, holding my gaze.

“You’re not allowed to even joke about getting hurt again,” he growls, shaking his head as though I stress him out.

I laugh, loving that I can still wind him up so easily. The push and pull in our relationship is one of my favorite parts about us. “You love me really,” I tease as we find our room.

Isaac pauses, the key card halfway into the lock. “I really do, little brat,” he says softly, making me blush.

I’m about to find another sassy remark to wind him up with, but I forget how to speak when Isaac opens the door and we step inside the room. All the air leaves my lungs as I take in the sight in front of me.

The room is huge and all luxurious as the rest of the hotel, with soft-as-hell carpet, a velvet sofa in one corner, and a big TV facing the bed. And the bed…it’s huge and covered in rose petals. Champagne sits on the small table by the sofa, two glasses and a plate of little chocolates and cakes beside it. It’s like I’ve stepped into a movie scene, full of romance.

“Isaac,” I breathe, overwhelmed with how sweet this is. I turn my attention back to him and blink rapidly when I realize he’s on one knee in front of me.

“Iris,” he answers, looking up at me. He has something in his hands, and when he opens it and I realize what it is, I gasp. A ring box. Inside sits a beautiful, dainty ring. My heart beats so fast, faster than it does even after a game. “Little brat, you’re the best damn thing that ever happened to me. I love your fucking sassy mouth, your talent and passion, the way you throw yourself at life. You’re incredible, Iris, and I want you to be mine forever.”

“I’m yours,” I manage to say, my voice all shaky with shock and the depths of my feelings for him.

“Damn right you are,” he answers with a chuckle. He holds his free hand out and I step forward, taking it with my left one. “Marry me, Iris. Let me make you mine in every way possible.”



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