by: Amy Andrews
Series: Sydney Smoke Rugby
Genre: Sports Romance
Release Date: July 9, 2018
Publisher: Entangled Publishing ~ Brazen
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Coach’s daughter is getting her game on.
Sydney Smoke star recruit Kyle Leighton can’t believe the best sex of his life was just a one-night stand. He didn’t even know her name… Until she shows up at the locker room two weeks later and he connects the dots.
Val King. Oh shit.
Coach has one hard and fast rule: Never, ever date (much less f*ck ten ways to Sunday) his daughter. And not only did Kyle break that rule, but he wants to break it over and over again. In the shower. Against a wall. On every flat surface in his home.
But the coach and his daughter share more than just DNA. Their issues run deep and fooling around with her could widen the family chasm.
And get Kyle benched for life.
So why can’t he stop thinking about her? Flirting with her? Suggesting they date for real and damn the consequences?
Each book in the Sydney Smoke Rugby series is STANDALONE:
* Playing By Her Rules
* Playing It Cool
* Playing the Player
* Playing With Forever
* Playing House
* Playing Dirty
Hot ~ NSFW
He grinned as he grabbed her, upending her over his shoulder in a fireman’s lift, her ass in the air, her face in the small of his back, her loose hair dragging down the backs of his thighs.
“Kyle,” she half squeaked, half laughed as she held on tight. “What are you doing?”
He took five strides and lowered her into a sitting position on the edge of the dining table. “Lay back.”
Val’s belly clenched at the sexual promise in those two deceptively simple words. Heat flared at the juncture of her thighs. She flicked her glance sideways to the piping bag in his hand. “Why?”
He grinned again and applied gentle pressure on her shoulder until the cool glass met the bony prominence of her shoulder blades and the back of her head. The metal of the nozzle clinked on the table as Kyle set the bag down to push her legs apart and step between them. The table was just the right height to make the position very interesting.
His hands smoothed up her thighs, taking the fabric of his shirt with them until the pale blue lace of her underwear was exposed to his gaze. Val’s breath hitched as he stared at the lace like he wanted to rip it off with his teeth.
“We should be getting ready to go,” she said, trying to be the responsible adult. But her voice was hoarse, and the muscles in her ass and belly melted like marshmallow beneath the fiery heat of his gaze.
He ripped then, pulling the tails of the shirt apart in one quick movement. She gasped as the buttons flew in every direction, pinging off walls and furniture and clattering onto the wooden floorboards. “That’s better,” he muttered, his gaze zeroing in on her bared breasts.
She moaned at that look, she couldn’t help it. In fact, she barely suppressed a very primal urge to arch her back. But Kyle wasn’t done with her yet. Her underwear was next, also suffering the same fate. He tore first one side, then the other, and yanked the offending scrap of lace away, tossing it over his shoulder.
“Oh yessss.” His hiss of satisfaction as his gaze took in her full nudity fanned the flames between her legs. “Much better.” He picked up the piping bag, brandishing it as he stared at her, the message in his eyes loud and clear.
She was about to get sticky.
“Now…” He leaned forward slightly, the nozzle hovering over her nipple. “You were saying?”
Val squirmed as the nozzle came closer, resigning herself to the fate of being a human cupcake. She was pretty sure it was a position that was going to work out well for her. “Steady hands, squeeze the bag with one, direct the nozzle with the other. Rotate your wrist.”
The icing was warm as it oozed onto her nipple, but it might as well have been an ice cube for the way the pale pink flesh scrunched into a taut, tight peak. Her back arched involuntarily, and a hiss of air escaped her lungs as a haze of lust clouded her vision. She was so freaking turned on.
He pulled back to admire his handiwork and cocked an eyebrow. “Like that?”
Val glanced down her body at the rainbow swirl of icing covering her right nipple. Her left nipple was puckered to a point in anticipation. “Not bad for a beginner.”
“You’re right.” He grinned. “I need more practise.”
He shifted to her left nipple and repeated the process. She moaned this time. She couldn’t help it. “Kyle.”
“Look at that…” His tone was light, teasing. “I’m already better.”
Val was too far gone for any kind of critique. “You’ll be an expert before you know it,” she confirmed as the icing, warm and gooey against her, soothed the two aching points of her nipples.
“You know…” His brow crinkled in faux concentration. “I haven’t even tasted it yet.”
Val curled her fists by her sides. “You should probably do that.” Her voice shook, betraying her eagerness to have his mouth on her.
“Right? I mean… It looks really pretty, but that can be deceptive.”
Val’s mouth watered in anticipation as she suddenly wondered what his cock would taste like covered in rosettes of sweet, rainbow icing. Placing the piping bag down, he planted a hand on either side of her shoulders and slowly lowered his mouth to a nipple.
“Mmmm.” He didn’t lift his lips, the noise coming from the back of his throat somewhere, buzzing against her skin as his tongue flicked lazily back and forth. “So good,” he muttered before sucking hard.
Val cried out and arched her back, her hands coming up to his head. Involuntarily, her fingers tangled in his hair. His tongue trekked across to the other nipple, and he sucked it harder, groaning in appreciation.
He was exceedingly thorough in his removal of every trace. By the time he was done, she was moaning and arching, a string of insensible syllables falling from her lips.
“Okay…” He eased up, her hands falling to her sides as he gazed at her. She lifted her head and looked, too. Her nipples were pink and wet, shiny from the icing and the work of his tongue. “It tastes really good. But I think”—He picked up the piping bag again—“you need some here.”
He moved the nozzle directly above her belly button and squeezed out a rosette. “Damn! I am getting better.” Then he dropped his head and sucked the icing off, his tongue swirling around and around and dipping in to her navel, taking his time to savour every last trace. Val’s abs tightened at the stroke of his tongue, but they were soon melting, oozing into submission the longer he licked.
He pulled away again, and Val was gratified to see lust glittering in his tawny eyes. “Now…” He cocked an eyebrow. “Where next?”
The ache between her legs became a roar as her imagination went haywire, and she had to grind her hips into the table to stop from shamelessly lifting them in offering.
His gaze drifted from her navel to the trimmed red curls between her legs, then back to her face. “There?”
Val tired to suppress the whimper that pressed at the back of her throat. She failed. He smiled a thoroughly dirty, knowing smile.
“You sure are pretty enough there already, but I’m starting to think there can never be enough rosettes in the world.”
Val couldn’t agree more. Hell, she was going to get that tattooed on her ass. She panted as anticipation tightened her buttocks against the table top. “That’s what I always say.”
He shot her a wicked smile that weakened her knees—it was just as well she was horizontal.
He slid one hand under the back of her right thigh. “Bend your knees up, baby. Put your heels on the edge. Let me lay some sugar on you.”
“Kyle,” she half squeaked, half laughed as she held on tight. “What are you doing?”
He took five strides and lowered her into a sitting position on the edge of the dining table. “Lay back.”
Val’s belly clenched at the sexual promise in those two deceptively simple words. Heat flared at the juncture of her thighs. She flicked her glance sideways to the piping bag in his hand. “Why?”
He grinned again and applied gentle pressure on her shoulder until the cool glass met the bony prominence of her shoulder blades and the back of her head. The metal of the nozzle clinked on the table as Kyle set the bag down to push her legs apart and step between them. The table was just the right height to make the position very interesting.
His hands smoothed up her thighs, taking the fabric of his shirt with them until the pale blue lace of her underwear was exposed to his gaze. Val’s breath hitched as he stared at the lace like he wanted to rip it off with his teeth.
“We should be getting ready to go,” she said, trying to be the responsible adult. But her voice was hoarse, and the muscles in her ass and belly melted like marshmallow beneath the fiery heat of his gaze.
He ripped then, pulling the tails of the shirt apart in one quick movement. She gasped as the buttons flew in every direction, pinging off walls and furniture and clattering onto the wooden floorboards. “That’s better,” he muttered, his gaze zeroing in on her bared breasts.
She moaned at that look, she couldn’t help it. In fact, she barely suppressed a very primal urge to arch her back. But Kyle wasn’t done with her yet. Her underwear was next, also suffering the same fate. He tore first one side, then the other, and yanked the offending scrap of lace away, tossing it over his shoulder.
“Oh yessss.” His hiss of satisfaction as his gaze took in her full nudity fanned the flames between her legs. “Much better.” He picked up the piping bag, brandishing it as he stared at her, the message in his eyes loud and clear.
She was about to get sticky.
“Now…” He leaned forward slightly, the nozzle hovering over her nipple. “You were saying?”
Val squirmed as the nozzle came closer, resigning herself to the fate of being a human cupcake. She was pretty sure it was a position that was going to work out well for her. “Steady hands, squeeze the bag with one, direct the nozzle with the other. Rotate your wrist.”
The icing was warm as it oozed onto her nipple, but it might as well have been an ice cube for the way the pale pink flesh scrunched into a taut, tight peak. Her back arched involuntarily, and a hiss of air escaped her lungs as a haze of lust clouded her vision. She was so freaking turned on.
He pulled back to admire his handiwork and cocked an eyebrow. “Like that?”
Val glanced down her body at the rainbow swirl of icing covering her right nipple. Her left nipple was puckered to a point in anticipation. “Not bad for a beginner.”
“You’re right.” He grinned. “I need more practise.”
He shifted to her left nipple and repeated the process. She moaned this time. She couldn’t help it. “Kyle.”
“Look at that…” His tone was light, teasing. “I’m already better.”
Val was too far gone for any kind of critique. “You’ll be an expert before you know it,” she confirmed as the icing, warm and gooey against her, soothed the two aching points of her nipples.
“You know…” His brow crinkled in faux concentration. “I haven’t even tasted it yet.”
Val curled her fists by her sides. “You should probably do that.” Her voice shook, betraying her eagerness to have his mouth on her.
“Right? I mean… It looks really pretty, but that can be deceptive.”
Val’s mouth watered in anticipation as she suddenly wondered what his cock would taste like covered in rosettes of sweet, rainbow icing. Placing the piping bag down, he planted a hand on either side of her shoulders and slowly lowered his mouth to a nipple.
“Mmmm.” He didn’t lift his lips, the noise coming from the back of his throat somewhere, buzzing against her skin as his tongue flicked lazily back and forth. “So good,” he muttered before sucking hard.
Val cried out and arched her back, her hands coming up to his head. Involuntarily, her fingers tangled in his hair. His tongue trekked across to the other nipple, and he sucked it harder, groaning in appreciation.
He was exceedingly thorough in his removal of every trace. By the time he was done, she was moaning and arching, a string of insensible syllables falling from her lips.
“Okay…” He eased up, her hands falling to her sides as he gazed at her. She lifted her head and looked, too. Her nipples were pink and wet, shiny from the icing and the work of his tongue. “It tastes really good. But I think”—He picked up the piping bag again—“you need some here.”
He moved the nozzle directly above her belly button and squeezed out a rosette. “Damn! I am getting better.” Then he dropped his head and sucked the icing off, his tongue swirling around and around and dipping in to her navel, taking his time to savour every last trace. Val’s abs tightened at the stroke of his tongue, but they were soon melting, oozing into submission the longer he licked.
He pulled away again, and Val was gratified to see lust glittering in his tawny eyes. “Now…” He cocked an eyebrow. “Where next?”
The ache between her legs became a roar as her imagination went haywire, and she had to grind her hips into the table to stop from shamelessly lifting them in offering.
His gaze drifted from her navel to the trimmed red curls between her legs, then back to her face. “There?”
Val tired to suppress the whimper that pressed at the back of her throat. She failed. He smiled a thoroughly dirty, knowing smile.
“You sure are pretty enough there already, but I’m starting to think there can never be enough rosettes in the world.”
Val couldn’t agree more. Hell, she was going to get that tattooed on her ass. She panted as anticipation tightened her buttocks against the table top. “That’s what I always say.”
He shot her a wicked smile that weakened her knees—it was just as well she was horizontal.
He slid one hand under the back of her right thigh. “Bend your knees up, baby. Put your heels on the edge. Let me lay some sugar on you.”
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Amy is an award-winning, USA Today best-selling Aussie author who has written seventy contemporary romances in both the traditional and digital markets. Her books bring all the feels from sass and quirk and laughter to emotional grit to panty-melting heat. She loves frequent travel, good books and great booze although she'll take mediocre booze if there's nothing else. For many, many years she was a registered nurse. Which means she knows things. Anatomical things. And she’s not afraid to use them! She's just moved back to her central Queensland roots taking a sea change in the pretty little coastal town of Yeppoon where she gets to stare at the ocean all day.
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