Going for Gold - ePub

Excerpt 1: His balls ached. He contemplated discreetly adjusting his junk to assuage his discomfort but decided against it. It wouldn't help matters. At least not when the reason for it stood across the room, all sleek muscle and pleated, short skirt. She had been taunting him with that cheerleader body of hers since the day she'd come to work at the gym back in the fall. Raucous laughter made Grant Howard glance over just in time to see Teena Adams tip her head back, laughing at whatever had caused the uproar. At the sight of her beautiful profile, his cock jumped to attention. Her Christmas attire—red and green plaid skirt, green knee-high stockings, fire engine red heels, and white button-down blouse—was sexy as hell. He wouldn’t be able to endure this torture much longer. It’s not like he didn’t get any on a regular basis. His reputation circulating as a “ladies man” with his female co-workers hadn’t escaped his attention. He neither perpetuated the myth nor did anything to dispel it. He got his fair share of pussy, but not from any of the women he coached with. Not that they weren’t hot—most gymnasts had a body a man would kill to get his hands on. But it was only common sense that if you wanted a good gym atmosphere, you didn’t fuck around with the girls on staff. Grant sipped his drink, eyeing Teena over the rim of his glass. She laughed again, and his groin tightened. Huffing out a breath, he set his glass down on the table with a little more force than necessary. Christ. He stared at the clock on the wall, ignoring the festive mood of the partygoers, barely noticing how the boardroom had been decorated with mistletoe, garland and other Christmas decorations. Only one hour in. He hadn’t been at the party long enough to call it a night and head to the bar to find some real action. Teena caught his eye from across the room. He held her gaze, barely able to breathe. Electricity crackled between them. One corner of her mouth quirked upward in a half smile, and she threw him a surreptitious wink. A friend nudged her arm, and he swore she grudgingly allowed herself to be pulled back into the conversation. His heart thudded in his chest. Is she flirting with me? Was she interested in him too? She hadn’t given him any indication before tonight, and she couldn’t be drunk. Due to some of the underage coaches in attendance, the party was dry. Grant threw back the rest of his punch, wondering if he should just go for it. Then one way or another, he could get over the affect she had on him. One way would be to sink my cock into her— He cut that train of thought off at the pass. Bad idea, man. If things didn’t go well, work would be hell. Excerpt 2: Teena followed Kelly to the buffet table, picked up a plate and set it back down. Food didn’t appeal to her. Grant did. She’d rather be snacking on him. Licking him. Going down on him. She massaged her brow with a fingertip in an attempt to gain control of the direction of her thoughts. Grant had never indicated any interest in her, except for tonight when they’d shared a look. And that could be nothing. At least she’d tried to flirt by winking at him. Unintentionally, her gaze slid toward Grant again. “Just go for it.” Prying her gaze off of Grant, Teena asked, “Go for what?” “It. Him.” Kelly waved her hand. “What have you got to lose?” Teena shook her head. “It wouldn’t be a good idea. We work together. What if things didn’t work out?” She looked over again at Grant and caught him staring at her. Was she imagining the chemistry between them? “Riiiggghht,” Kelly drawled. She leaned in and whispered in Teena’s ear. “Maybe you shouldn’t worry about things working out. Just focus on having some great, hot, sweaty gymnast sex.” Teena elbowed Kelly in the ribs. “Shut up,” she hissed. “So, he looked at me. Big deal.” “I didn’t miss the way your pupils flared, or the way your breathing quickened.” She flipped Teena’s hair off her neck. “Or the way your pulse is pounding.” Teena batted Kelly’s hand away. “Stop it.” She blew out a breath. “I don’t know…” Kelly put her hands on her hips. “What’s the worst that could happen?” “Uh…rejection?” “So, he says no. Then you’re in the same boat as you were before, albeit a little awkward for a while.” “You’re ever so helpful,” Teena muttered. “Or you could end up having the best sex of your life and perhaps a relationship out of it. You’ll never know if you don’t try.” “True.” Maybe taking a chance would be better than lusting away for Grant, washing pair after pair of underwear. She was tired of coming home from work every night, her panties soaked with juice from being in such close proximity to him. Perhaps it was time to make her fantasies reality. “Okay. I’ll do it.” She straightened her spine. “I’ll ask him out or something.” “The ‘or something’ sounds better,” Kelly mumbled. “Well, one thing at a time.” “Merry Christmas to you.” Teena’s face flushed, picturing the best gift she could receive—his cock. “Merry Christmas to me.” Excerpt 3: Teena’s heart pounded against her breastbone as she led Grant into the darkened gym. The light from the waiting area filtered through, outlining all the equipment. Now that she had his attention, could she keep it? It wasn’t normally like her to be so bold. But what the hell? Take a chance, right? A flush stole over her body as she wondered if she could follow through with living out her fantasy. So many nights, she’d lain awake in bed after coming home from the gym, fingering her pussy, wishing his tongue could take the place of her fingers. Her clit throbbed just by being in contact with him now. And he’s only holding my hand! She headed to the trampoline, and then let go of his hand as she hopped up on the apparatus. As she began a series of slow bounces, she said, “Let’s see who can double bounce the other first.” He chuckled and the low, throaty sound sent desire skittering throughout her system. “Sounds good.” He launched himself up onto the trampoline. Teena bounced higher, keeping her eyes on his. At first they bounced in tandem, but then with their difference in weight and height, they quickly fell out of rhythm. The goal was to jump as close to the other as possible until one “double-bounced” the other, causing them to fall. Grant showed no mercy, obviously in the game to win. He jumped so close to her, it bounced her back and she tumbled onto her back with a shriek. Before she could scramble into a sitting position, he’d pounced on top of her, pinning her down onto the bed of the trampoline. Her eyes widened as she took in the lusty gleam in his eyes. His hard cock pressed into her pelvis, his desire unmistakable. She swallowed hard, not fighting to get away. “So...” Words failed her at the moment. He ground his cock into her mound. “So.” Heat washed over her like a wave. She flexed her fingers, and wiggled her body so her breasts moved against his chest. His nostrils flared, and his eyes narrowed. She ran her tongue over her upper lip, and he closed his eyes, a tortured expression on his face. “I can’t take it anymore.” “Can’t take what?” she whispered. His eyes fixed on hers again. “How much you turn me on.” He rubbed his dick against her again. “Feel this? This is a constant state around you.” She blinked. “Really?” “Fuckin’ right. Since the day you walked in the bloody door.” Her heart leapt that she’d had that kind of effect on him. At least she hadn’t been alone in her lust. “Grant?” “What?” “Kiss me already.” “Finally.”