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Here's an excerpt from one of the stories in the Naughty Hearts boxed set.
“I
tell you what.” He was already close, and shifted so he was even closer.
I
stared at his chest to avoid getting trapped by his gaze again. Not the best
idea to avoid distraction. His chest was ripped like the rest of him and shiny
with sweat. Not gross sweat. Sexy sweat.
I
wanted to lick it.
I
blinked, startled by the thought.
I
wanted to lick Orlando Havens’ chest.
Actually,
I wanted to do a lot more than lick Orlando’s chest.
He
put a finger under my chin and raised my head so I’d have to look him in the
eyes. His gaze was curiously intense. He said, “If we’re gonna play, someone
oughta pay.”
I
scrunched my eyebrows together.
He
went on, “Let’s make a bet. You win, you get my manager’s name and number. I
win, I...get...you.”
“You...what?”
I was so far out of my depth I was drowning.
He
grinned at me.
I
breathed, felt, thought, then breathed again. Heavily. “That’s not exactly
Sophie’s choice,” I said slowly. “But it’s a tough one.”
“Yeah?”
His smile was a little smug and a lot sexy.
OMG.
I realized with more than a little surprise that he was really interested in
me. Not only as an athlete, but as a person.
As
a woman.
Who’da
thunk it? Not me.
I
found myself grinning. “This is great. I win either way.” I looked him in the
eyes again and allowed my eyelashes to flutter. “Don’t I?”
“So
do I. I reckon I already won.”
“How’s
that?”
“I
didn’t know you liked me.”
My
mouth dropped open. “Of course I do. Who doesn’t?”
He
humphed. “A lot of people. And a lot of folks just wanna use me. You better
look out for that, too, girl.”
“If
anyone’s using me, I haven’t noticed.”
“You
just got here, l’il Ms. Freshman. Come March Madness, people ’round here are
gonna notice you even if you don’t bother noticing them. You’re gonna get hit
on like you’re a punching bag.”
“Hm.”
Nerves twitched in my belly. Starting to sweat, I unzipped my hoodie. “What do
I do about it?”
“I’ll
watch your back if you watch mine. If you want.”
“Oh,
I want.” I again looked him square in the eyes. “I definitely want.”
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Here’s a snippet from Suz deMello’s hot hot hot new story, Spring Training, in which a baseball
pitcher gets very special, very private training from his team’s gorgeous new
trainer. Terri’s romance with player Chase McCall will get your heart racing
and your toenails curling!
Though the hotel’s dining room was crowded with players and
fans, Chase managed to score a relatively quiet table with a fake palm on one
side and a curtain on the other. While he waited for Terri to show up, he
battled the demons in his head.
Okay, so she’s
beautiful. She’s smart. She loves baseball.
But she’s the new
trainer. If we fool around and things go wrong... He shuddered.
A few words to management from Terri like, “Chase McCall? He
used to be good...” and he’d be off
the team, his career shattered.
A hush fell over the crowded, noisy room. He heard a player
say, with reverence in his tone, “Holy shit, she sure cleans up nice.”
Chase stood and looked toward the door. Yeah, she sure did
clean up nicely. Her slim, unadorned dress allowed her natural beauty to shine,
as did her lack of makeup, which showcased glowing, perfect skin. Shiny brown
hair swept her shoulders. She was so gorgeous that his eyes ached just looking
at her.
She strode toward him, smiling. He had a brief vision of her
doing the same thing. Naked. Tits bobbing, hips swinging... He bet she was a
firecracker in the sack. All that confidence oozing outta her was sexy as hell.
“Shit,” he muttered.
“What?” she asked.
He helped her into a chair, then slumped into his. He hummed
along with the jazz band playing in the adjacent bar. I’ve got it bad, and that ain’t good...
“Ohhh....”
He raised his head and saw her nodding in understanding. “If
it’s any comfort... Me too.”
He rubbed his face. “At least we can both be adults about
it, talk about it.”
“Yep, well, you’re totally distracting, and sex would be
even more distracting.” Terri’s tone was firm, matter-of-fact. She tapped
fingertips against the linen tablecloth. Was she edgy, too?
“And it would be a terrible career move for me.”
She frowned and even looked a little offended. She opened
her mouth to speak, but was interrupted by a server bustling over to their
table. “What can I get you folks to drink?”
“Prosecco, please.” Her tone was brisk and assured, as
usual.
Despite another flare of desire, Chase focused on the matter
at hand. “I’d like a glass of red. Do you have any California pinots?”
“We have an excellent Rombauer Zin that’s comparable, sir.”
“Umm, they’re a good vineyard. Okay.”
The server put dinner menus onto the table and left.
He eyed Terri. “What did I say that was so bad?”
“Why would an affair with me be a terrible career move?
Being with the trainer—that would be smart, wouldn’t it?”
“Not if it didn’t work out. And it could be interpreted as
sexual harassment.”
She smiled. “But who’s harassing whom?”
“Men are usually thought to have all the power in this
situation,” he said slowly. “But here...you’re the one in control.”
She grinned at him. Jesus
fuck, this woman is sex on a stick. She said, “Have you ever thought about
giving up control?”
Chase stared at her. “You mean...you mean...some kind of
kinky dominatrix thing?”
She didn’t say anything. She just licked her lower lip and
smiled, a sinful glint in her eye.
“Screw dinner.” He tossed a twenty on the table for the
drinks and stood.
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