Chapter 14-Hard To Swallow

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Song for the chapter: Stay A Little Longer ~ Brothers Osborne

SAGE

Stretching my arms overhead, I groan. My stomach muscles are sore, but at least I'm not nauseous. Brushing hair out of my eyes, I roll over expecting to find Joanna next to me, but she's not. Sitting up slowly, I scratch my head looking around. Her clothes are still neatly stacked on the nightstand; she's still here. The thought of seeing her brings a lazy smile to my face, but first things first.

After a quick shower, I walk out of the bedroom and the smell of food hits my senses immediately as well as the Latin music coming from the kitchen.

I step out of the hallway but then quickly retreat so Joanna can't see me yet. She's wearing a pair of my sweats now, her hair up in a messy bun, loose strands frame her face and then she turns singing and dancing along to the music playing from her phone.

Her hips sway to the rhythm, arms moving in sync as she dances toward the stove. She sets a spatula down and lifts her hands up, circling her hips as she turns, continuing the mesmerizing movements. 

There's a smile on her face as she dances her way to the fridge and pulls out a carton of O.J. pouring herself a glass, and I can longer stand back and watch and make my way to her. She bends down to put the carton away. 

Unable to keep away, I quietly walk up behind her as she sways her gorgeous ass in the air.

She gasps when she feels my hands on her hips and straightens looking over her shoulder. Her smile is contagious as we begin to dance together, using the space of the kitchen.

I love the way she feels against me, soft and warm and she always smells so damn good. With her back to me, I dip my head down, running my nose against the column of her throat as her ass rubs against me with her dancing.

"Don't do that," I say next to her ear.

"I'm just dancing."

"You know what you're doing, Joanna." She chuckles when I spin her around.

"This is probably my new favorite way to wake up. You dancing in my kitchen, wearing my clothes. I don't think there's anything sexier." And then my smile widens. "Scratch that. I just remembered you standing outside of the steam room."

Her face reddens and lowers her gaze, her long lashes cast down. I lift her chin and her soft brown eyes look back at me. She pulls in her lips, moistening them. I might be out of the dating game, but that's gotta be a sign she wants me to kiss her.

My eyes shift to hers before they land on her tempting lips again. I'm going for it. But the door opens and Oli walks in with a drink carrier in her hand, full of coffee cups.

"I'm back—oh shit, sorry, Coach! Didn't mean to interrupt." Oli's eyes are wide with a huge grin.

Joanna moves away, one of her hands cupping her face and then her neck, the way she does when she's flustered.

"Looks like you're feeling better. You look better too." Oli sets the coffee down on the counter and then hands a bag to Joanna. "Here, I got your makeup bag too."

Joanna glances at me. "I wanted to get ready here, hope that's okay?"

I nod not bothering to hide my smile.

She sets the bag down and then busies herself, grabbing a few plates and dishes out the food she had on the stove. She slides some scrambled egg whites onto my plate and grabs the toast that pops up, setting the plain bread down with a teasing smile. 

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