Who says you can only score on the court?
A story from the Black & White Collection
Trey Donovan is mourning the end of summer with fellow teachers when Ellie Hunter walks into Tully’s Bar. Better yet, she’s now a former rival basketball coach and the newest science teacher at his high school. He can’t think of anyone better to fill the vacant assistant coach job. In fact, if he plays his cards right, she might end up his perfect match off the court, too.
If she stops holding him at arm’s length long enough to give him a chance.
Coming off a year of bad decisions that not only broke her heart, but cost her a job, Ellie has good reason to swear off workplace romances. Her undeniable—and undeniably mutual—attraction to Trey is a serious threat to her resolve. Especially since Trey’s too-easy capitulation to her boundaries stings just a little too much.
Funny thing, though. When she sees Trey dancing with someone else, the edges of her vision turn decidedly green. And when another man tries to kiss Ellie, Trey sees red.
Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to fudge the rules. Just a little. After all, casual sex doesn’t count. Right?
Product WarningsLots of red-hot, half-dressed court presses complete with sex toys, food, bubble baths, strip poker and, oh yeah, balls.
Copyright © 2011 Mari Carr
All rights reserved — a Samhain Publishing, Ltd. publication
“Don’t look so grim. I’m not going to put you before the firing squad. Just a simple game of Blackjack.”
“What’s the wager?”
“Winner gets to do whatever they want to the other person, but the loser can't join in. When I win, you have to sit there and take whatever it is I do to you.”
He frowned. “What exactly are we talking about here? Give me an example of something you might do.”
She rose and Trey’s mouth went dry as she walked around the coffee table to stand in front of him.
“For example,” she said, bending over until he could smell the sweet scent of her shampoo in her hair. “I might do something like this.” She cupped his cheek, turning his face until her lips met his. She kissed him—the touch soft, gentle, and nowhere near enough. Trey reached up to grasp her hair, to deepen the kiss, but Ellie pulled away.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Still trying to take control. My kiss, my way. All you can do is sit there and take it.”
She wanted power. Trey tried to wrap his head around that concept. He was used to being in charge—on the court and in the bedroom. “Fine. We’ll play. Just so long as I get the same reward when I win.”
“If you win, you can do whatever you want to me.” She smiled and walked back to reclaim her place on the couch. As she sat, she added the two words that told him while they could play, they wouldn’t finish. “Within reason.”
He wanted to protest the limits, but he didn’t. He wanted Ellie Hunter more than he’d ever wanted another woman. She wasn’t ready for what he was offering. However, this game gave him hope. She was definitely initiating some dirty foreplay and he didn’t intend to turn down the offer. After all, his mother didn’t raise a fool.
She dealt the first hand and he looked at his cards—a three and an ace. “Hit me.”
She handed him another card—a five.
“Dealer’s sticking,” she said.
He nodded. “Me too.”
They flipped over their cards. He had nineteen. She had two face cards—twenty.
“My hand wins.” She rose once more and Trey anticipated another of her too-soft kisses. While there was nothing he enjoyed so much as her lips on his, it was going to be torture not to pull her onto his lap and fully explore the depths of her mouth.
When she got to his chair, she gestured for him to turn it so that he faced her. He followed her command, his curiosity overriding his pride. She was definitely going to push the control card tonight.
As she bent at the waist, he leaned forward slightly, expecting her kiss. He was surprised when she ignored his lips altogether and, instead, reached for the hem of his T-shirt. Before he could consider her actions, she pulled the shirt off completely.
Her eyes devoured his chest and he soaked up her appreciation. She’d never seen his bare chest before. She dropped to her knees, pushing his legs apart so that she could kneel between them. Her gaze never rose above his neck. She ran her hand over his chest to his upper right arm, tracing the barbed wire tattoo there. “I’ve only ever seen glimpses of this tattoo.” She continued to touch him as she spoke. “I wondered what it was.”
Trey felt the breath leave his body when she leaned forward to press a soft kiss on the tattoo, her tongue brushing his skin. His body was overheated, his cock on red alert, and all he could do was sit while Ellie seduced him with her lips, her tongue and those soulful dark brown eyes.
Jesus. What had he signed on for?
After a few moments of soft touches and light kisses along his arm and chest, Ellie stood and returned to her seat. “Next round?”