Going for Gold - Audio

Going for Gold - Audio
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It was an office Christmas party filled with sexual tension. Gymnastics coach Grant Howard couldn’t keep his eyes off the newly-hired cheerleader coach. And sultry Teena Adams felt the same way about him. The “rah-rah-rahs” she felt were cheers of unbridled lust. From punch and cookies to sexual escapades on gym apparatus, you’ll never look at Christmas parties or a trampoline the same way again. It’s winner-take-all, when lovers are Going for Gold.


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.


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