Hard & Deep: A Football Romance

About This Book I'm Oliver Lance. Yes, the Oliver Lance. The one that all men want to be and all women want to be with. Every Sunday a million fans watch me throw a ball down a field, win games, and sign huge endorsement deals. Everything was going perfectly, until a car accident tore it all away from me. I want it back, and only she can help me. At first, I think about 'Doc' Elsie the same way I think of every other woman. Just another possible conquest, another notch on my bedpost. Only Elsie is different. She's not starstruck by me. She's not interested in my money. She's the most real woman I've ever met, and those tempting curves are making it hard to stay focused on my recovery. Now, I'll do anything to keep her by my side. I'll defy my manager, my coach, even lay down my career as quarterback to stay with her. It's third and long, and I'm gonna make my play Hard and Deep. The soft smell of her perfume floated up to his nostrils and he breathed it in without breaking the kiss. The scent turned him on even more and he let out a soft growl as he pressed his body into hers. It had only been a week since they'd made love, but it might as well have been a year. The way he craved her in that moment was unlike anything he'd ever experienced before. There was a fire inside of him that scorched him from the core, radiating outward. It was a deep desire. The kind of desperate ache that could only be experienced between two couples that truly loved each other. This wasn't just physical for Oliver. No, not with Elsie. This was the culmination of all that he felt for her, both emotionally and spiritually. “God, I missed you,” he said, breaking the kiss. Elsie was breathing heavily as she licked her lips. Her hair was a bit messy now, but it looked sexy as hell. “I missed you, too,” she whispered, between breaths. “Now get over here.” She reached forward and grabbed his tie, jerking him back toward her. They kissed again, this time with even more aggression and fire than before. Their tongues slipped in and out of each others mouths, as their moans of passion became louder. Ollie slowly pulled away, then brought his lips to the outside of her neck. She leaned her head back against the wall and he could hear her breathing as he moved his lips down to the top of her bare shoulder. “Oliver,” she whispered. “Take me to the bed.” Oliver didn't hesitate. He picked her up with one arm and put her over his shoulder. She let out a playful giggle as he carried her with ease to the bed and laid her down on her back. Elsie grabbed his tie once again and gently pulled him over the top of her. “I'm glad you're with me right now,” she whispered. “Flying out here was the best decision I've made in a long time.” “I couldn't agree more,” Ollie said, before leaning in to resume kissing her neck. She let out a soft groan as soon as his lips touched her skin. He could feel her warmth as it radiated against the growing bulge in the front of his slacks as she wrapped her legs around his waist, causing her dress to slide up a bit. Oliver slowly pulled away. He gazed at Elsie and watched as she gently bit her bottom lip. She looked so innocent and vulnerable as she laid there, waiting for him to make his next move. He brought his hands to her legs, and drifted his fingers all the way up until they landed on her panties. Elsie moaned approvingly, as she helped Oliver pull them off completely. He held the black lace panties in the air, like some kind of trophy, then tossed them to the other side of the bed. Her dress was still bunched up at her waist and with her underwear now off, it was clear that she was wet with desire, aching with the same desperation that filled Oliver. “Don't ever leave,” Ollie said, staring at her in wonder… Check out my new Youtube channel for promotional videos, exclusive content, and my smiling face reading my books! Don't forget to join my mailing list as well for updates! (clickable link)