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  “Tony,” she gasped.

  He paused for a moment, running his palm over her heated bottom. “Anything I dish out?” he asked.

  An unfamiliar desire snaked through her as she considered his request. Suddenly she felt her inhibitions, her reserved nature slide away as easily as her clothing had.

  “Anything,” she whispered.

  He smacked her again, harder, and she groaned. What the hell was she doing? She was bent over his arm while he spanked her. The rough sexual act wasn’t one she’d ever imagined wanting, let alone enjoying. He continued to slap his large, calloused hand against her sensitive flesh and she felt the first spark of her orgasm flash. Shit, she was going to come…from a spanking.

  Before she could process that thought, his hand paused, the hard slaps turning into gentle caresses. Touches too soft to calm the building need inside her.

  “Please,” she whispered. “Help me.” Her voice was a breathless plea, but she couldn’t hold back the request as her need to climax trembled through her body.

  “Bend over and put your hands on the step in front of you.”

  She complied as he pushed her legs apart with his foot. She knew he was being treated to an up close and personal view of just how badly she needed him. The thin, damp strap of her thong was shoved aside and replaced with Tony’s thick fingers.

  He must have sensed her need as he roughly pushed two inside her. Her inner muscles clamped down on him as her body began to thrust back against them.

  “God yes!” she cried, moving into each hard shove of his fingers. “More. Harder.” Her voice no longer pleaded, it demanded, insisted. Tony worked her quivering flesh like a master, his words issuing orders of their own.

  “That’s right, Mel. Push against me, baby. Take what you need.”

  She gasped back a cry of surprise when he removed his fingers and returned with his mouth. His tongue, his lips devoured her and she cried out when his fingers returned, rubbing her clit firmly.

  He pulled back briefly, his fingers still working her swollen nub. “I want to feel you come against my mouth, Mel. Come for me,” he said harshly as he pushed his tongue back into her weeping channel.

  His commanding words, the forceful, glorious thrusting of his tongue and the stimulation on her clit proved too much as it sent her spiraling into orbit.

  It was several moments before she realized she was moving. She opened her eyes to find Tony looking down at her as he carried her up the remaining steps. He grinned. “Watching you come is better than watching a receiver catch a Hail Mary pass in the last seconds of a game.”

  She giggled at his analogy. “Wow. As good as that?” she teased.

  He placed her in the middle of a big, soft bed and she glanced around the room, attempting to take it in. She’d never seen his bedroom and the elegant, tasteful décor surprised her. His king-sized bed sported a gorgeous cherry headboard which matched the dresser and nightstand. The comforter was a deep burgundy, soft and warm. For some reason she’d expected to see football knickknacks and trophies scattered about, maybe a poster of the Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders on his wall. Instead, he had old family pictures up. A beautiful antique mirror hung on the wall opposite the bed.

  “What do you think?” he asked as he watched her survey the room.

  She blushed slightly. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to be so nosy.”

  “That’s not what I asked.” He pulled off his shirt before joining her on the bed. “I asked what you thought.”

  “It’s lovely,” she said, confused when he laughed.

  “You sound so surprised. What did you expect? A bearskin rug and mirrored ceiling?”

  She smiled, ashamed that she truly had kind of expected some kind of tacky macho decorations.

  Tony shook his head and fought back a laugh. He knew very well what Ms. Ward had been thinking. She clearly considered him to be a jock and no doubt expected his bedroom to be reminiscent of a locker room.

  He looked at her lying on his bed and fought against the desire to climb on top of her and take exactly what he wanted. He’d vowed to himself when she’d agreed to this date to go slow, easy with her. A dominant lover, he was determined not to scare her away.

  That plan had been blown out of the water on the stairs. He’d spanked her ass and she’d gone off like a bottle rocket.

  Christ.

  He’d suspected her wild side, but seeing it up close and personal was lighting a whole arsenal of fireworks in his own body. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to hold back much longer.

  She shivered under his gaze and he took a deep breath, attempting to still the raging inferno that threatened to consume him.

  She smiled nervously and he sensed her unease.

  “Everything okay?” she asked.

  He was a jackass, staring at her like a lovesick fool. Obviously she thought his hesitance signaled unwillingness, thought he’d perhaps changed his mind. He bent down to kiss her, anxious to prove to her that his desire definitely had not waned. He let her feel his erection against her leg and watched as she realized that while she’d found release, he had not.

  “Take off your pants,” she said when they broke apart briefly.

  “With pleasure.” He rose and slowly stripped off his jeans and boxers in one smooth move, chuckling when she gasped. Now she could see exactly how much he wanted her. He was hard and aching and ready to play.

  He had to bite back his own gasp of surprise when she rose from the bed to stand in front of him.

  “Mel?” he asked when she took control of his cock with a firm grip.

  “I want to taste you,” she whispered as she dragged her hand along his hard flesh with a confident strength that seemed to be in direct contrast to her softly spoken words.

  He tried to respond, tried to tell her there was nothing on earth he wanted more, but all he could do was nod.

  She knelt before him and Tony had to lock his knees to remain standing. The image of Melanie on her knees, her soft hands toying with his painfully hard erection, was more than his mind could process, more than his body could withstand. He’d seen this same sight in his dreams for months and having her in this position seemed too good to be true.

  Holy hell, she drove him to the brink of a climax with just her gorgeous brown eyes, drinking in the sight of his cock as if she was starving for it. He had to clench his fists to stop from grabbing her head and giving her exactly what she was wanted but once again, she shocked the hell out of him. Attempting to control this woman in bed wouldn’t be easy as she continually proved she wasn’t a timid lover.

  She opened her mouth to kiss the head of his cock before dragging her tongue seductively along the underside, teasing the sensitive flesh just beneath the crown. She hummed as she took him in and the vibrations added an entirely different layer to her sensual torment.

  Fuck.

  He gritted his teeth and prayed for restraint. She was driving him to the verge of coming way too fast and if he didn’t regain possession of his body, he’d lose the home field advantage. He knew where he wanted this night to lead and it sure as hell didn’t involve him coming in her mouth in less than three minutes. He was bound and determined this game would go into overtime. Double overtime, if he had his way.

  She took his cock completely into her mouth, one fist wrapped tightly around the base while her other hand played with his balls. He needed to seize control or concede defeat right now as she worked her lips over his erection. Her teeth and tongue drove him even closer to crying surrender.

  Quickly moving his hands to her head, he gripped her hair and tried to set the pace, slow her motions. “Easy,” he murmured.

  She shook her head as she continued to suck him deep into her throat and he growled at the intensity, the sexiness of her denial.

  “Dammit, Mel,” he said, using every ounce of strength in his protesting body to pull her away. “I’m not coming in your mouth. Not this time.”

  She shuddered at his comment and he reali
zed she was definitely looking forward to the prospect of a next time. He felt like slam-dunking the football in the end zone. She was perfect. Everything he imagined she’d be and more.

  “Get back up on the bed,” he whispered. “I’ve gotta get inside you. Now.”

  Melanie sucked in a deep breath as he gave her a look that made her think of a conquering warrior. She crawled on the bed, feeling the mattress give way as he reclined close beside her.

  “When’s the last time you had sex?” he asked as he dragged his hand sensuously down her stomach before pulling back to look at her.

  “What?” She was surprised by his abrupt change of subject. She’d really kind of expected—hoped—they could get down to business.

  “I know you, Mel. We’ve been colleagues and friends more than a year. You never talk about boyfriends, so I want to know, when’s the last time you were with a man?”

  “Three years ago,” she confessed, wondering what he would think of her long abstinence.

  He nodded, his hand gripping her waist. She loved the way he didn’t seem able to stop touching her for even a moment. “That’s a long time. I don’t want to hurt you.”

  She blushed at his concern. “You won’t.” She knew him, knew deep inside that he would take care of her. That realization, along with his kind words, tugged at her heart while his hands and his heated looks lit a fire in her body.

  He reached into the nightstand and pulled out a condom. She watched him don it, her heart racing. He paused when he was ready and took her face in his hands, kissing her deeply. She sucked in a breath when he moved back and she was aware of his hesitance. She suspected he was giving her time to change her mind. She smiled, knowing there was nothing she wanted more than him.

  “Come inside me,” she whispered.

  She lifted her hips as he slipped her thong off, his fingers playing with the clips of the garter. She thought he was going to try to take them off, but he merely ran his hands over them as if savoring the feeling.

  “I love garters,” he whispered as he leaned down to kiss her again. This time his lips took what they wanted, demanded her acquiescence, her submission to his needs, his wants.

  He moved over her as they kissed and she opened her legs to welcome him. The head of his cock nudged against her opening and she pulled away from his lips, gasping at the intensity of the feeling. It had been so long—too long—since she’d enjoyed this pleasure.

  “Choose your tempo,” he whispered in her ear.

  “What?”

  “Fast and hard or slow and easy. Your tempo, your choice. You get to direct this symphony.”

  She closed her eyes and let her body answer. “Allegro con brio. Fast, hard.”

  He groaned at her request. “God, yes.”

  She expected him to thrust into her in response but was surprised by his steady, slow entrance. Her eyes opened, questioning.

  “It’s been a long time for you. You’re so hot, so tight. You’re perfect, a dream come true,” he replied.

  Her heart flooded with warmth at his words and she was inundated with the sense that this wasn’t just a game her fun-loving coach was trying to win. His admission, his actions, his compassion were speaking directly to her heart, her soul, and she prayed she was interpreting the harmony correctly.

  He cared about her. She felt the acute, glorious pain of love’s arrow as it pierced her heart. She was in love with Coach Tony Peterson. She’d fallen head over heels for a man who was as different from her as day is from night. And yet, she sensed he was her perfect complement as well.

  Only when he’d fully seated himself did he pause. She observed his gentle gaze watching her, studying her face for any sign of discomfort.

  She smiled at him as she held him within her body.

  “You’re running down the clock, coach. Stalling. Why?”

  He kissed her lips lightly, grinning. “I don’t want to give you a chance to go on the defensive. This is my last attempt at a touchdown.”

  “So this is just about scoring?” she asked, certain that wasn’t the case.

  He shook his head. “I don’t give a damn about the score. I want us both to win.”

  She closed her eyes and savored the feeling of his hard flesh filling her. “I definitely feel like a winner right now.”

  He moved back at her words, pulling his cock out until just the head remained lodged in her tight grip. “How committed are you to a winning season?”

  She wrapped her legs around his waist, attempting to bring him back inside, but he wouldn’t be budged. “Very,” she gasped, frustration gripping her at his refusal to answer her body’s demands.

  “Are you willing to go the distance?” he asked, pushing into her roughly, quickly, his cock burying itself within her depths.

  She gasped at the intensity. “Yes,” she hissed.

  He retreated once again and paused as he reached down to grasp her breast with one hand, cupping it, leaning down and pulling the taut nipple into his mouth. She moaned as she felt his teeth lightly bite the turgid tip.

  He released it, looking up into her face with a crooked grin. “I gotta warn you. It’ll be a long, hard road,” he said before shoving into her so hard her body moved up on the bed a couple of inches.

  She gave him a sexy grin. “I don’t care how long it is—as long as it’s hard. God, Tony. Please, fuck me.”

  He pulled out and waited until she opened her eyes to gaze into his. Her breathing was harsh—hell, she was panting. “I’m not an easy lover. I’ll make demands. I’m afraid I’m used to being in charge.”

  She shuddered at the thought of following his commands, putting herself into his very large, very capable hands.

  “Take charge,” she begged.

  His gaze darkened with lust. “I’m talking about more than just this one damn date, Mel. I want you in my bed every night.”

  “I can’t think of anywhere I’d rather be,” she whispered, perfectly aware of what she wanted from him. The more she learned about him, the more she wanted to learn.

  Her agreement freed his restraints and her wild, sexy lover emerged. He pushed into her, but this time he didn’t stop. Over and over he moved inside her, the tempo gloriously strong and fast and hard. His hands grasped her breasts, tugging at the sensitive flesh, his fingers squeezing her nipples hard. She was overwhelmed by the pleasure-pain of his touch as her body, her words pleaded for more.

  “Tony!” she gasped, her orgasm building as he continued his relentless, beautiful thrusting.

  “Come for me,” he whispered, his hot breath caressing her cheek as she succumbed to the bright lightning and powerful magic his hands, his cock unleashed in her body.

  For several moments he remained within her, not moving, and she realized once again she’d taken her pleasure while he’d restrained from grabbing his own. She reached up to touch his beloved face and he smiled.

  “First and ten,” he whispered and she giggled at his familiar, sweet teasing. Her laughter was short-lived as his cock retreated and returned, triggering the same impulses she’d believed sated and starting her down the lovely path to complete and utter bliss once again.

  She’d never come so many times in one night and her heart told her this orgasm likely wouldn’t be her last for the evening. He hadn’t lied. He wouldn’t be an easy lover, but dear God, he was certainly her best.

  His rhythm began again but this time she refused to come alone.

  She reached around him, pulling him closer, her fingernails scratching his back.

  “Harder,” she demanded and he acquiesced. She knew he was nearing the end as his thrusts became more erratic, more frantic.

  “Together!” she screamed at her release, and felt him join her as the last crescendo of the sonata in her body reverberated to an end.

  “Touchdown,” she whispered as he collapsed beside her.

  “I love you, coach.” She grinned as she looked over at his handsome face.

  “I love you too,
Mel,” he whispered.

  The End

  About the Author

  Some people fall apart on their 30th birthday, others on their 40th. For Mari Carr, 34 was the year that took her down. After she spent the day crying and saying, “I haven’t done anything I thought I would,” her husband finally asked what was left undone. Her answer was simple—she hadn’t written a book or decorated her house. “So do it,” he said.

  Five years later, the house is sparkling with fresh paint and new furniture and her computer is jammed full of stories—novels, novellas, short stories and dead-ends. The lesson: It’s never too late to achieve a goal or two!

  High school librarian and English teacher by day and mother of two busy teenagers, Mari Carr finds time for writing by squeezing it into the hours between 3 a.m. and daybreak when her family is asleep and the house is quiet.

  With the publication of her first book, her latest goal—publishing before 40—has been achieved with a couple of years to spare. Phew!

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