Player’s Will Play…

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BLURB:  Yvonne Floyd’s best friend and gay soccer player Robbie Gutierrez proposes the impossible-pose as his fiancée until he can ink a lucrative contract. Hounded day and night by the media’s constant speculation over his sexual orientation, Robbie doesn’t want to run the risk of losing his career over who he sleeps with. Although Yvonne feels Robbie has lost his marbles, she takes one for the team.

While Yvonne is initiated into the fast-paced world of international soccer, she’s ill-prepared for a mutual attraction to Robbie’s teammate, Paolo Saito. And when the Japanese-Brazilian footballer discovers her secret and turns the tables on her, Yvonne loses sight of her goal and risks sacrificing more than just her heart.

 

Excerpt:

“Playing the bad girl?” Paolo chuckled. “I like that.”

He stepped closer, until barely an inch separated them. Yvonne gulped. He smelled panty-dropping good! As his hand lifted toward her, she squeezed her eyes shut and her lips parted, expecting him to do his worst. Instead, she heard the bottles of beer tinkling on the shelf behind her.

“You don’t mind if I help myself?”

Yvonne’s eyes flew open, just in time to catch the smirk quirking the corner of his full I-bet-he’s-a-great-kisser lips. He hadn’t been trying to kiss her! He was simply reaching for a beer! Filled with self-directed anger, Yvonne pressed her lips together and shook her head stiffly.

“It’s hot in here, no?”

Yvonne nodded. She was burning up!

“Then I should do something about the heat?”

Before she could predict his next move, Yvonne simply stood there as he slid the neck of the beer bottle against the side of her neck. She’d seen this very thing in hundreds of beer and soda commercials, yet none of them came close to giving her this exhilarating rush. She didn’t need to look down to know her nipples had hardened.

“Please stop,” she whispered.

“Why?”

Yvonne searched his impossibly dark eyes and all she could muster up was, “I don’t know”.

Taking advantage of her flimsy denial, he slid the bottle over her collar bone and down between her breasts. The condensation from the bottle left a cold, damp trail wherever he touched, causing her to shiver. She couldn’t believe she was allowing him to do what he was doing with a quarter of Robbie’s teammates merely fifty feet away. Still, she could no more stop him than she could stop her body from leaning into his for more.

“More,” he whispered near her ear.

This was so wrong on so many levels! Robbie or one of his teammates could walk in any minute. Yvonne wavered. But just like a kid loves sweets, she couldn’t resist sticking her hand in the cookie jar. With barely a perceptible nod, she gave him permission to do whatever he wanted.

Like a subtle caress, he ran the bottle down her belly to the juncture of her thighs. His eyes flicked up to meet hers. Her breath quickened.

Yvonne groaned as Paolo pushed the neck of the beer bottle between her legs and twisted it slowly. With each turn, he stoked every hormone associated with her sex and inner thighs. He made a one-eighty turn, her toes curled. A three sixty, her clit throbbed. If he kept this up much longer, she would have an orgasm.

“Feels good?” He asked.

Yvonne almost rolled her eyes. Couldn’t he tell she had the shakes?

“Feels good?” He asked again, this time his tongue snaked out and licked the side of her neck.

“Better than good.” Yvonne grabbed onto his shoulders to stop herself from collapsing.

“You fascinate me, Yvonne Floyd. I want to discover all of your secrets.”

She could probably guess which secret he wanted to tackle first. And damn her, she didn’t have the strength to stop him.

“Want to know what I want?”

Yvonne knew he was leading her down a dangerous path, but she didn’t care. She groaned as he sucked on her neck, wishing it was her clit instead.

“Want to know what I want?” He repeated.

“Yes,” she gushed as her blood ran straight to her inner thighs.

“I want to know.” He paused to nip at her throat. “I want to know what’s for dinner.”

And just like that he’d switched gears and her natural high was blown. While she struggled to pull herself together, Paulo plucked the bottle from between her legs and twisted off the cap. He cocked his eyebrow right before tipping the bottle and taking a healthy swig. Why did the devil have to come in such a beautiful package?

“I ugh…I need to put the biscuits in the oven.” Unable to look him in the eye, she brushed past him.

“Do you need any help?” He asked, coming up behind her as she picked up a pan filled with biscuits. She’d left them out earlier so they could rise. “I’m pretty good around the kitchen.”

Yvonne was sure he was pretty good at everything. And the thought made her blood boil. “I-I don’t need your help and I don’t need you, Paolo Saito. Leave. Me. Alone,” she said swinging around to face him.

He flinched as if she’d hit him, lingered a moment, then turned about and left.

Yvonne gripped the side of the counter tightly and took several deep breaths. She hadn’t been this pissed since Dr. Edu rejected her first thesis idea. Unfortunately, his actions didn’t keep her from wanting him.

No.

Her body desired Paolo Saito more than anything she ever wanted in her life maybe more so now.  

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