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“No…” he whispered, shaking his head.
I kissed his temple. “That’s the truth, baby boy. The only thing that
carried me through my accident, through losing the game, through
everything–wasn’t coaching. It was being Mr. A. The Master. That is
where I shine. That is where I’m whole.”
He looked up at me, hurt flashing across his face. “I get it, Sir. I do.
But… am I not enough? Training me, having me… isn’t that enough?”
My chest constricted. I slid my hand into his curls, pulling him close
until our foreheads touched. “Oh, baby boy. You are more than
enough. More than I ever imagined. But you will not be with me forever. One day you’ll be the greatest player I’ve ever trained. You’ll
step onto the NFL field, and the world will claim you. You’ll travel, live the dream I couldn’t. And I’ll be so damn proud… but what then?
What do I do when you don’t need me anymore?”
Tears welled in his eyes. “But that’s not now. And if I were to get
there… you’ll come with me. You’ll be with me, always.”
“As what, Noah? Your cheerleader? Your coach? Your ex–coach and
secret gay lover? How would that help your career?”
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He opened his mouth to argue, but the words died. He knew. He knew
how fragile it all was.
“As my private coach,” he tried, hope breaking through.
I smiled, bitter but soft. “And see you succeed where I didn’t, chased
by women and men alike, while I stay hidden in the shadows as your
secret? Is that what you want?”
He lowered his head, defeated. “This is ridiculous. I’m a nobody. I
might never be anyone.”
I cupped his face, firm but tender. “Oh, baby–you will. I’ll make sure
of it. But in the meantime, I need to be who I am as well. I am your
coach, yes. But I am also Mr. A. And the Dominium offers me a future.
A chance to stand in my own right again. Not just because of you. Not
just for you. But for me.”
His eyes glistened, voice catching. “As a Dom… for others?”
“As a professional Master, Noah. Someone who can train, teach,
perform. Someone respected. Someone whole. And don’t forget… this
is how we met. As Mr. A. It is who I am.”
I pressed my forehead against his again, whispering. “So now, I’ll ask
you… am I not enough?”
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His lips trembled, his answer caught somewhere between desperation
and surrender. And I kissed him–deep, slow, full of everything I
couldn’t say.
When we finally broke apart, his voice came rough but steady. “You
are, Sir. I met you as my coach and as Mr. A, and you will always be
enough. Enough as my coach, enough as my Master…” His hand
pressed against my chest, right over my heart. “But you’re enough as
just you. And I know you think I’ll leave if I ever make it big, but I’ll
prove you wrong. I’m gonna be the best damn player in the NFL… and
the best fucking sub in that club.”
Then he was the one kissing me, hard, hungry, passionate. When he
pulled back, breathless, he whispered, “And one day, I’m gonna be
everything else, too.”
My hand slid up to the back of his neck, gripping tight, pulling him
back into me. I crushed our mouths together, heat flooding my chest.
“You are already everything else, little brat.”
We stayed there a moment, breathing each other in, the tension
finally breaking into something softer.
I kissed his temple one last time and murmured against his skin,
“Now… how about some dinner?”
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
