Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors. Here is a sexy little snippet taken from a shower scene in my newly released erotic romance Grand Slam, co-authored with Lucy Felthouse.
He kissed me, shoving his tongue into my mouth, sweeping around ’til he found mine.
I gave as good as I got, holding him to me tight, again not caring about water or cum stains on my dress.
Another shiver of pleasure attacked his body and I squeezed him to me tighter.
He slid his fingers into my hair, holding me firm as his kiss intensified. I hadn’t orgasmed but I was tingling all over, my knees weak, my breaths hard to catch.
Eventually he pulled away but kept his lips hovering over mine. “You’re making me break rules,” he said with a shake of his head.
“I get the feeling you’ve always been a rule breaker, Travis, I don’t think I have anything to do with it.”
California had seduced me with promises of a new life working at Los Carlos Tennis Academy. What I didn’t expect was the dark, brooding number one seed Travis Connolly resisting my help. He wasn’t interested in my psychology skills. Instead his attention was drawn to the edgy, sharper corners of my desires, proving that they existed, setting me challenges and driving me crazy to the point of combustion.
I’m the best tennis player in the world—officially—so why would I need a damn woman full of psychobabble to get me on form? Despite my irritation, however, I can’t resist pushing Marie Sherratt’s buttons, even though doing so shows her the darkest shades of my lust, the parts of me I bury deep. So I set her a challenge, one she rises to, one that has me rising too, and before long my game relies on her calling the shots, hitting the target and bending to my will. One thing is certain, being not just master of the court but also of Marie is seriously good for my soul.