Synopsis
When
Sawyer Reed wants something, he gets it.
And
I WANT her.
She
doesn’t know it yet, but she’s already mine.
Her
resistance is futile because once I start a play, I always follow through. And
I ALWAYS win.
Nothing,
not even the deep-seated hate I have for my rival, Jacob Byrd, is going to keep
me from my end game.
And
my end game is Gretchen Cole.
But
I have to keep my head in the game. Everyone knows what happens to a
quarterback when he loses focus. He gets SACKED.
Excerpt
Pulling away, he looked down at me, a sexy grin on his face.
“You’re so fucking sweet, baby,” he whispered. “I bet you taste
sweet, too.”
“Mmmm. Honeysuckle.” He closed his eyes and sucked once more at
his finger.
I moved to lean into him, but before I could, he
dropped to his knees in front of me. His hands moved up my outer thighs, taking
my dress with it, and then he was peeling my boy shorts off. Cold air rushed
over my soaked folds as he shuffled them down my thighs to my knees and over my
boots. And when I lifted my foot to help him take them off, he smiled to
himself.
This was really happening, and I wasn’t sure I could stop it
even if I wanted to. I was too far gone. I don’t know if it was the last few
weeks of mental foreplay or the alcohol I’d consumed, but the second he slipped
his hot tongue between my folds and sucked me, I didn’t care what happened. I
only knew he was soothing the throbbing ache.
“Sawyer,” I whispered as my head fell back against the door with
a thump. “Ah, God.”
I’d never let anyone in my personal space this way, but damn if
I could stop him. The sensations that spread through me as he feasted on my
sensitive flesh were beyond amazing. I found myself whining like a little bitch
and begging with my moans for him to keep going.
My fingers moved into his hair, holding him to my body. Lifting
my leg onto his shoulder, he opened me to him as he continuously licked and
sucked, sending my body into a frenzied state.
“Yes. Oh my God, Sawyer, yes. What are you doing to me? I can’t
…”
He didn’t answer.
Instead, he pushed a single finger into me and slowly began to
work it in and out. My knees began to shake, the door the only thing holding me
up, and I panted as the sensation of release slowly began to move
over me.
Sliding a second finger into me, he worked back and forth and in
and out. His tongue twirling my hardened nub before softly sucking, and I was
done.
I exploded.
Author
Bio
Tabatha Vargo is a New York Times and USA TODAY
bestselling author, but mostly she's a boring control freak with a severe case
of OCD and ADD. Oh look, something shiny. She's a South Carolina girl
who loves historical anything, wind chimes, and all things romantic and smutty.
She's the mother of a 10 y/o tomboy and the wife of her very own Prince
Charming.
When
she isn't writing, she's texting book ideas to herself, hanging out with her
family and friends, or reading.
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