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Destiny Blaine
Sports Wives 1
Love, Lust, and Scandal in Professional Football
Cassie Teller is a woman who appears
to live a simple life. But look beyond the surface and discover a
complicated lady with very scandalous secrets as two incredibly sexy men
bide for her love and everything that
goes along with it.
Cassie knows what she wants. She wants Steve in her bed and a PFC football
to keep her warm at night when he’s not. That is, until she meets the most
eligible bachelor in the Professional Football Confederacy. He runs straight into her life. And plans to
stay there.
Steve has had many opportunities with Cassie. She’s been his best friend
with sexual benefits but never the woman on his arm. When PFC Superstar
Corby Teller meets Cassie, he knows she’s something special. He plans to
spend his life making her the happiest woman alive. And she could be. That
is, if Steve would stay out of her bed.
Genre:
Love
Triangle Erotic
Romance
Length: 35,500 words
"Love, Lust and Scandal in Professional Football
was written for those
women out there who know what it’s like to spend Sundays with their husbands
glued to the television set. It’s also for those, like me, who are right
there with them cheering on their favorite teams, or at least, the sexy men
who are out there playing the games." ~
Destiny ~ |
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LOVE, LUST, AND SCANDAL
IN PROFESSIONAL FOOTBALL
Sports Wives 1
ISBN: 1-60601-027-1
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REVIEWS
for Love, Lust, and Scandal in
Professional Football
[Sports Wives 1]
4 Stars:
"A Love Triangle You Will Not
Believe...
The ending is amazing. I had planned
to read only a few pages, but I read it
all in one setting. Girls with spunk will
love Cassie. This is great mindless
reading. I recommend it!"
—Ashley Turlington, Review Your Book
STORY EXCERPT
Mandy wasn’t the slightest bit interested in why we were away from the
table for so long. I decided a long time ago that many of the
girls I knew were a lot like Mandy and, in many cases, went
through life relatively unchanged. They were knowledgeable in
the art of make-up, gorgeous smiles and nice clothes, but when
it came to knowing what it took to make a guy go crazy in the
bedroom, they didn’t have a clue. Some didn’t even care.
I also decided girls like Mandy really had someone like me coming to
her, because she really courted the art of self-consumption. So
much in fact, that she didn’t even notice her boyfriend’s
clothing and hair appeared unkempt because he had just had sex
in the restroom with his friend who now held his hand under the
table.
Dumb. She was just plain dumb.
Early in life, someone told me that I did know how to make a guy go weak
in the knees. I enjoyed sex and never made any excuses for it.
I’d screw my best friend’s ex-boyfriend just to see if he could
roll in the hay as skillfully as she said and, if he didn’t meet
up, well then, I’d tell her where she could find better.
My closest friends were a lot like me when it came to sex, but I suppose
I was the most daring. I craved the excitement of unspent
passion. I didn’t mind sharing my best partners between my
closest friends. The exception was always Steve.
My mind still spinning, I walked out to the car without any sense of
reality when Steve interrupted my thoughts. “Mandy wants to stop
at the mall before we go out to the stadium. She’s cold and
wants to buy a heavier coat.” After some persuasion, I convinced
Steve to drop me off at the game so I could go on in and begin
to enjoy the football ambiance. Since he knew how excited I’d be
to get there, he reluctantly agreed.
A few minutes later, I walked into the stadium alone. I have to admit
that there was an enduring sense of satisfaction. I had been
laid more times in one day than I could even count on one hand.
Once inside, I could breathe again. Steve and I had been bed buddies for
as long as I could remember. We were one another’s first sexual
encounter but it was sex then and it must be sex now, but damn,
if he wasn’t smoking a little hotter in the bedroom as he
continued to age! In fact, he was scorching in the public
restrooms too!
A smile crept across my face as I replayed the events of the day yet
again. I began to fumble around in my purse for my ticket and
ran smack dab into Corby Teller. Quarterback for the Cleveland
Indians and one of the most eligible bachelors in professional
football.
“Hello there, little lady.” He was not just towering over me and smiling
down on me like he had just found a kid with her hand in the
cookie jar. He couldn’t be talking to me. I looked around
for another little lady but no one was around. “I believe you
may be lost,” he continued.
“No, I don’t think so. I’m here to see the Stallions stomp that pretty
little ass of yours up and down the field.” No, I didn’t just
say that. No! Surely I didn’t!
Corby’s six foot three frame bellowed in laughter. His green eyes
sparkled and he grinned from ear to ear showing dimples the
tabloids loved to talk about in their articles.
“Oh my gosh, Corby, I’m so sorry, I don’t know where that came from at
all. It simply slipped.” Now I was really starting to screw
things up. I called him by his first name and without proper
introductions.
His grin widened, “Hey, don’t worry about it, but if you are going to
one-up me, the least you can do is tell me your name.”
Oh, yes, that’s true; I could do that now that I’ve just totally
humiliated myself. “My name?” Yes, stupid! I scolded
myself privately and of course, he had no way of knowing. My
lips moving silent words never gave it away.
Corby nodded. “Yes, ma’am, you do have a name, don’t you?”
Sure, sure, I just can’t think of an alias quick enough. I
did finally pull it together. “Corby, I’m Cassie.”
ADULT EXCERPT
As I sat there with my head back and my lids closed, I thought about how
wrong it was to keep crawling back to Steve. He’d always done
the crawling and sneaking around. We were bound by the emotional
ties that would forever bind us and it seemed as if I couldn’t
give him up, yet Corby could offer me a life I never thought
anyone with my humble beginnings could have.
Yes, his fame and status held part of the appeal. I knew it but I did
have real feelings developing too and those feelings couldn’t be
ignored entirely. Still, I didn’t want to give up Steve. I
didn’t know if I could.
“Now there’s a sight for sore eyes.” Mischief danced from his lips.
“Your tits cascading the water. Damn you for having the best set
I’ve ever had the pleasure of tasting.”
I’d just begun to contemplate going back to bed when I heard his voice.
I opened my eyes and grinned. Steve’s dick was clearly showing through
his boxers.
“If I come in there, Cassie, you’re going to be in trouble so I’ll just
stay out here and look in on you from time to time.” He had his
sense of humor back and he made sudden gestures toward his penis
before peering over the tub at my very exposed chest.
“I don’t think you could handle this tonight, baby.” I pretended to swim
up to the side of his eight-person hot tub and sent a wave
splashing toward the front of his boxers. “Well, damn, I guess
it’s going to have to come out and play. You can’t stand there
with wet shorts on, now can you?”
He smiled but sadness lingered in his eyes as if it would pain him to be
inside me, to touch me the way only he knew how. I licked my
lips and pulled him to the side of the hot tub and took in every
delicious inch. I didn’t want to stop, but he moved me over to
his side and slid into the warm pool of water grabbing me hard
against his chest as he did.
“I wanted to finish what I started.”
He slanted his lips over mine and his tongue lured me in for one deep,
sensual kiss, “I want you, Cassie, and I’m savoring every moment
because this is all we have right now. I know it and you know
it.”
I stood up and started to get out of the tub. I was hot and bothered and
wanted to feel Steve inside of me. Fucking was all I had on my
mind. I acted like I tripped and he stood behind me. Yes, I
always loved him for his ability to follow a good lead. His hard
cock up against me made life and my current situation
forgettable. He stroked my back and then bent me over the tub
and thrust inside of me with fierce passion.
I whimpered with each thrust. I wanted to contain the pleasure but cry
out in true pain.
He whispered in my ear, “It’s you, Cassie, it’s always been
you. I love you. I love being inside of you. Oh damn, I…I…” His
strokes came faster, with fierce intensity and a sudden strength
but he didn’t last.
He collapsed onto me and I knew he reached his climax early. I turned
around to face him and pushed him down to the seat in the hot
tub. I straddled him so that he could shower my breasts with
affection. I stayed seated on top of him with his cock right
where it needed to be savoring the feeling when I couldn’t hold
back any longer. Our bodies moved in unison and we climaxed
together until we collapsed in each other’s arms.
I was vocal about what I needed and what he wanted. Asking for the
hardest ride of my life, promising him no one would ever be able
to give it to me any better. Then, when we were spent, I got out
of the water with him right behind me.
That’s when I saw it.
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