Fumble
Hall of Fame, #1
by Eva Haining
Release Date: July 28, 2020
Genre: Romantic Comedy/Sports Romance
Faith Fairchild has a plan.
Now, all she needs is the man.
Hunter Vaughn was voted sexiest man alive four years running. He is mouthwatering in every way imaginable. A football legend - he's about to be entered into the Pro Football Hall of Fame. My job is to keep him happy no matter what.
He has charm, class, money, and experience...
Everything I want in the man I'm going to convince to take my virginity.
Faith Fairchild is my new assistant and half my age, with no concept of just how sexy she is. I would love nothing more than to bend her over my desk and show her who's boss, but my golden rule is don't sleep with virgins. I want no strings sex with a woman who knows what she's doing.
Just because I don't plan to score, doesn't mean I can't play the game... right?
When challenged to a little bump-and-run, can the innocent virgin really play the ultimate player?
FUMBLE is a sexy, lighthearted romance.
“You have the mouth of a sailor. I didn’t think Stanford encouraged cursing. Isn’t there some saying about curse words being due to a lack of vocabulary?”
“Well, you graduated from there, so I guess they lowered their standards long ago.” Her cheeks erupt in chagrin. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that. I’m not usually so…”
“Defensive?”
“Yes. In truth, I get called out on my predilection for cursing quite often, but I grew up around my dad. Football players aren’t exactly known for clean speech. Wouldn’t you agree?” There’s a hint of mischief in the sparkle of her eyes, and it’s sexy as hell.
“You got me there. Look, about what happened earlier…” She cuts me off as her hand slides over my thigh. “What are you doing, Miss Fairchild?”
“You were jealous…” Although it pains me, I rest my hand over hers, stopping her gradual descent to the promised land.
“I… yeah, I was, and I shouldn’t be.”
“Maybe not, but it doesn’t negate the fact that you were. I hated seeing you leave with that shrew last night.” The scent of her perfume is intoxicating. If she were anyone else, I’d already have her spread across the back seat with my face buried between her legs. I lean in, close enough to feel the warmth of her breath and smell a hint of strawberry lip gloss. My pulse is racing, but I know a kiss won’t be enough for me.
“We can’t do this. I don’t sleep with employees.” She searches my eyes for a chink in my armor.
“Haven’t you ever wanted to break your own rules?”
“Trust me, I want to break every last one of them right now, but you’re Coach’s daughter.” All evidence of nerves disappears as she straightens my tie, running her fingers down my chest.
“I’m not asking you to marry me. We’re both consenting adults. What’s wrong with some harmless fun, no strings attached? What happens on the road stays on the road.” God, she’s testing every ounce of willpower I possess. My dick is aching.
“You don’t strike me as a no-strings kind of girl. I’ll make an educated guess that you’ve not had a one-night stand before.” I’ve hit a nerve. She pushes against my chest, sliding herself to the opposite end of the backseat.
“And look where that’s gotten me…” Her words hang in the air without clarification.
“Safe from scumbags like that little prick in the locker room.”
“From what I saw, there was nothing little about him.” She’s goading me, holding up her palm to show me a phone number scrawled in black pen. “I bet he’s up for some no-strings fun.” Without thinking, I grab her hand and hold it to my crotch, bulging and hard as a rock.
“Bigger than this? He couldn’t satisfy you.” Her breath catches, labored, as she struggles to hide how turned on she is.
“And you could?”
“I would. I’ve been fucking longer than he’s been alive. I know how to take my time, to savor a woman like fine wine. I’d make you scream so loud, you’d be hoarse for days, and you’d love every second of it.”
“Then, prove it.” Her hand rubs gently against my cock, and it feels so damn good. “Teach me. I want to learn how to satisfy a man.”
“I doubt you need any help in that department.”
“You’d be surprised.”
“Nothing shocks…” Fuck, I’m ready to come like a horny teenager from an over-the-pants cock rub. “Holy shit. You need to stop that. I’m serious.”
“I’m not doing it right?” Her smoldering gaze tells me she knows exactly what she’s doing to me.
“Well, you graduated from there, so I guess they lowered their standards long ago.” Her cheeks erupt in chagrin. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that. I’m not usually so…”
“Defensive?”
“Yes. In truth, I get called out on my predilection for cursing quite often, but I grew up around my dad. Football players aren’t exactly known for clean speech. Wouldn’t you agree?” There’s a hint of mischief in the sparkle of her eyes, and it’s sexy as hell.
“You got me there. Look, about what happened earlier…” She cuts me off as her hand slides over my thigh. “What are you doing, Miss Fairchild?”
“You were jealous…” Although it pains me, I rest my hand over hers, stopping her gradual descent to the promised land.
“I… yeah, I was, and I shouldn’t be.”
“Maybe not, but it doesn’t negate the fact that you were. I hated seeing you leave with that shrew last night.” The scent of her perfume is intoxicating. If she were anyone else, I’d already have her spread across the back seat with my face buried between her legs. I lean in, close enough to feel the warmth of her breath and smell a hint of strawberry lip gloss. My pulse is racing, but I know a kiss won’t be enough for me.
“We can’t do this. I don’t sleep with employees.” She searches my eyes for a chink in my armor.
“Haven’t you ever wanted to break your own rules?”
“Trust me, I want to break every last one of them right now, but you’re Coach’s daughter.” All evidence of nerves disappears as she straightens my tie, running her fingers down my chest.
“I’m not asking you to marry me. We’re both consenting adults. What’s wrong with some harmless fun, no strings attached? What happens on the road stays on the road.” God, she’s testing every ounce of willpower I possess. My dick is aching.
“You don’t strike me as a no-strings kind of girl. I’ll make an educated guess that you’ve not had a one-night stand before.” I’ve hit a nerve. She pushes against my chest, sliding herself to the opposite end of the backseat.
“And look where that’s gotten me…” Her words hang in the air without clarification.
“Safe from scumbags like that little prick in the locker room.”
“From what I saw, there was nothing little about him.” She’s goading me, holding up her palm to show me a phone number scrawled in black pen. “I bet he’s up for some no-strings fun.” Without thinking, I grab her hand and hold it to my crotch, bulging and hard as a rock.
“Bigger than this? He couldn’t satisfy you.” Her breath catches, labored, as she struggles to hide how turned on she is.
“And you could?”
“I would. I’ve been fucking longer than he’s been alive. I know how to take my time, to savor a woman like fine wine. I’d make you scream so loud, you’d be hoarse for days, and you’d love every second of it.”
“Then, prove it.” Her hand rubs gently against my cock, and it feels so damn good. “Teach me. I want to learn how to satisfy a man.”
“I doubt you need any help in that department.”
“You’d be surprised.”
“Nothing shocks…” Fuck, I’m ready to come like a horny teenager from an over-the-pants cock rub. “Holy shit. You need to stop that. I’m serious.”
“I’m not doing it right?” Her smoldering gaze tells me she knows exactly what she’s doing to me.
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