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Spring Training by Parker Kincade

Game On series Book One

For baseball superstar Garrett Donovan, his contract with the New York Empire baseball team meant he’d finally have the means to secure a future for his family. He should focus on that…not on the sassy, beautiful Jessa Montgomery — or what she looks like naked. Getting involved with the daughter of the Empire’s owner would be career suicide. Jessa is a distraction he can’t afford.

Her father had warned her never to get involved with his athletes, so his request that she keep an eye on his new star player came straight out of left field. The last thing Jessa needs is another spoiled, egotistical ball player to deal with. But Garrett is none of those things. His no-nonsense attitude and smooth Southern charm make her blood burn and her knees weak. Giving into temptation, she is consumed by the pleasure she finds in Garrett’s arms.

Jessa wants to protect his career. Garrett won’t let anything get in the way of their passion. A passion that could cost him everything.

Genre: Erotic Contemporary Romance
Release Date: May 20, 2013
Publisher: Parker Kincade

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“You’re supposed to be in the bath.” Jessa reached in and pulled out a plastic bottle filled with a rich yellow liquid. “I called the spa downstairs and asked them to send up whatever they had to use on sore muscles.” She held the bottle up for his inspection. “This is supposed to be a mixture of jojoba and essential oils. I have it on good authority that it will work out all of your kinks.”

“Hmm. You wanna work out my kinks?” He wagged his brows. “’Cause that could be downright interesting.”

His hooded gaze caught her breath. Damn, the man was sexy. “Do you want to eat first?”

Her stomach filled with overactive butterflies. Now that Garrett was here, the food seemed like a ridiculous idea. What did she know about making him happy? She didn’t know anything about him. Not really. She knew who he was as a baseball player, knew every statistic about his career practically since Little League. She knew his smile could melt her insides and his gaze could make her wet.

She knew how he fucked.

But that didn’t tell her anything about who he was as a man. His hopes, his dreams.

She could please him with her body, satisfy him sexually. But out of the bedroom? No clue.

“Depends on what’s on the menu.” He looked her up and down. “Nice shirt.”

Jessa’s body warmed, her clit pulsating in anticipation of the promise in his voice. She cleared her throat. “I had the chef prepare things I thought might help you feel better. Although chicken fried steak with mashed potatoes, paired with all that gravy will definitely call for an extra workout.”

Surprise widened his eyes. “You had that made for me?”

She nodded, darting her gaze away to hide her embarrassment.

Inspecting under the lids, Garrett’s eyes drifted closed as he inhaled the delicious scents. “Damn. I don’t know what to say.”

He turned and scooped her up, one arm cradling her legs, the other pressed against her back, as he urged her mouth to his. He pressed his tongue against her lips and she opened, sucking him in, loving the feel of being in his arms.

“Thank you, sweetheart. But don’t drop that bottle,” he said between kisses. “We’re about to put it to good use.”

The endearment wrapped around her heart. It was different somehow, from calling her princess. More intimate. Erotic images of Garrett naked and slathered in oil had her squirming, desperate to get her hands all over his warm, tanned skin. As well as the skin that wasn’t so tanned.

By the time they reached the bedroom, dinner forgotten, Jessa was ready to throw him to the mattress and ride them both to ecstasy.

Garrett placed her on her feet and stripped off his robe, his magnificent body exposed for her pleasure.

“Lay down.” Her voice trembled in time with the flutter in her pussy.

“That’s not really what I had in mind, princess.” He shoved a hand under her shirt and cupped her breast, teasing the tip with his thumb.

“Uh-uh. You first.”

“That’s what I’m counting on.” He pinched her nipple and tugged.

The sensation shot through her breast, tightening her stomach. The twinge of pain ramping her arousal until her pussy wept with need. Wiggling out of his grasp, she spun him and pointed. “No, you first. On the bed. Now. So I can work on your muscles.”

“Oh, I’ve got a muscle you can work,” he teased.

“Garrett!” She popped him on his bare ass and shoved him forward.

Laughing, he stretched out on the bed, his naked backside making her mouth water. He folded his arms and rested his cheek against his folded hands.

Having Garrett at her disposal was too delicious an opportunity to pass up. He’d learned every inch of her body. He’d tasted her, teased her, threatened to do things to her that made her body heat to an uncomfortable level.

He’d shown her how to appreciate herself as a woman. In his arms, she could be anything, say anything, do anything.

It was addictive. And it was her turn.

The last few nights she’d lain awake, her body painfully aware of Garrett’s absence. It was insane, but just once, she wanted to wake up wrapped in his arms. If he happened to wake her in the middle of the night because he couldn’t wait another minute to take her, well, that would be okay too.

She eased over him, straddling his ass. His heat penetrated her skin and she resisted rubbing on him like a cat, instead pouring a small amount of oil into her hands and rubbing them together.

Starting at the base of his spine, she leaned in, using her body weight to add subtle pressure. Her hands warmed, a combination of the oil and the heat from their combined body temperatures.

Long, wide strokes spread the oil. She massaged her thumbs up either side of his spine, trailing across his shoulders and looping around once again, hugging his ribcage and trim waistline before returning to where she’d started. The man had an amazing body. Jessa could get lost tracing all its sleek lines and hard edges. She especially liked the way his muscles tapered the lower she went, ending in two of the most delicious dimples above his ass.

She ran her fingers across the line between pale and sun-kissed skin, thinking very soon she’d trace that line with her tongue.

Maybe next time she’d request flavored oil.

Using the heels of her palms in slow, circular strokes, Jessa worked her way up his back, eliciting moans of pleasure from Garrett. His muscles were hard, strong. Tight. She moved to work between his shoulder blades, pressing in with her thumbs, sweeping out and circling back to lengthen and relax.

“Jesus, your hands are magical,” Garrett growled.

Jessa moved to his upper shoulders, her breasts grazing his back as she hooked her hands around him, uncaring if she got oil on her shirt. She drew in a breath and her nipples reacted, shrinking into tender buds.

“How does the oil feel?” Jessa continued to work across his broad shoulders, then switched to the pads of her fingers to work up the back of his neck.

He adjusted his head to give her better access. “It’s weird. It feels hot and cold all at the same time. Strangely soothing.” He sighed. “But then again, with your hands on me, baby, there’s no way it could be anything but.”

“What a sweet talker you are, Garrett Donovan. One day, that silver tongue of yours is gonna get you in trouble.”

His husky chuckle rumbled through her legs and traveled to her core. “Tonight, if I’m lucky.”

“Like I said.” She moved back down his spine, shifting her body until she straddled his legs. Tiny hairs tickled her skin as she cupped the cheeks of his ass. Firm, like the rest of him.

She dug her fingers into his flesh, kneading the fine globes until he grew restless. She swatted him and jolted as his head whipped around.

“What do you think you’re doing, princess?”

She soothed the skin with the palm of her hand. “Couldn’t resist.” Distracted, she watched as blood reached the surface and turned his ass cheek light pink.

“That’s twice you’ve popped my ass. I think a little retribution is in order.”

The pulse of her heart pounded heavy in her ears. His words worried and excited her at the same time. She wasn’t worried he’d hurt her. Never that. She worried what it said about her that she was so ready to play this little game. What would he think when he found her swollen and wet? Would he think less of her?

No. Of course he wouldn’t. He’d encouraged her, praised the way she’d made him feel. This could be an opportunity to push her limits, and maybe his, too.

She’d started it and she wasn’t about to chicken out now.

She eased her leg over, sliding off the bed. “What kind of retribution?”

His gaze followed her, eyes flashing with a hunger she felt clear to her toes.

“The kind that puts my palm on your bare ass. Among other places.” He rolled over and pushed from the bed, standing his full height. He twisted left, then right, testing the muscles she’d worked. His cock, swollen and thick, hung heavy between his legs. Moisture beaded at its tip and Jessa fought the urge to drop to her knees and take him in her mouth.

“Because you’ve been so generous tonight,” he fisted his length and stroked once, twice. “I’ll give you a three-second head start.”

Jessa couldn’t pull her gaze away from his hand. The dominance in the way he spoke, the confidence in the way he gripped himself, shifted something inside her. The knowledge that she wanted this, wanted Garrett more than she’d ever thought possible, heightened the anticipation. She licked her lips and inhaled slowly. Her heart hammered in her chest.

“One.”

Oh, shit.

Did he really expect her to run? The wicked gleam in his eyes told her yes. He expected her to run, and was prepared to give chase.

“Two.”

Jessa backed away as he made to circle around her. He moved slowly, stalking her. The door at her back, she knew this was her only chance.

“Three.”
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