First and Ten: Let the Games Begin
“A Swinging Gate Sports Romance”
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In football and romance,
true winners are only
determined by how long their hearts stay invested in the game.
Football
superstar Kemper Kapertone is caught in a compromising position. Thrust into a
media frenzy, Kemper flies across the country hoping to save a relationship now
shattered beyond repair.
Tired
of waiting on the sidelines, Kara Ball decides the role of jilted lover doesn’t
work for her. Kara springs into action and pursues her sexy neighbor, an
irresistible Dom who is twenty-seven years her senior and the object of her
most recent fantasies.
Zak
Stone stops by Kara’s condominium to drop off a parcel, but after the sexy
seductress learns of her boyfriend’s engagement, plans change. Soon, Kara opens up a package filled with
illicit toys and the naughty ideas start churning.
While Kemper races
against time to set things right, Kara invites Zak to stay overnight, hoping an
evening of passion will keep him coming back for more. Fortunately for Kara,
Zak is only interested in playing for keeps.
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A door slammed
and her eyes popped open. “Oh my God.”
Zak quickly
pulled out, resting his forehead on her back as if he needed a moment to gain
his bearings. “What the hell is he doing here?” His voice was dangerously low.
Kara shuddered.
Her ragged breath came out in spurts.
How much had they
heard? Worse still, how long had they stood there and watched her in the throes
of pleasure, in the clutches of passion?
Carly turned away.
Kemper looked at her dead on.
Zak scurried to
his feet. “Don’t you believe in knocking?”
“Kara?” The color
washed out of Carly’s face when she turned to the room once more. “What were
you thinking?”
A hoarse cry fell
from Kara’s chest. “What are you two doing here?”
“I should ask you
the same thing,” Kemper said.
“As if you have a
right!” Kara’s blazing fury shook through her body. To make matters worse she
was still tied and bound, slumped in a doggie-style position on the contraption
Kemper had sent her as a gift.
All things
considered, it probably wasn’t the best time to let him know how much she
appreciated his thoughtfulness, even though she was tempted.
Zak stood in
front of her with his hands blocking his cock. “Can you give us a minute?”
“What the hell
are you doing to my girlfriend?” Kemper stalked him then.
Kara tried to
wiggle one way or another in an effort to free herself. “Why aren’t you on your
honeymoon?”
“Psht!” Carly
exclaimed, though she didn’t bother with a true reply.
Kemper clenched
his fists and glared at Zak. “If I were you, buddy, I’d get lost.”
“I’d listen to
him,” Carly said.
Kara grabbed an
opportunity to glare at her best friend. “Just who are you to tell us what to
do?”
“The friend who
loves you,” Carly assured her. “I’m concerned about you, Kara. Clearly, you
aren’t thinking straight.”
“I’ve never been
so sure and confident in my life,” she snapped, turning her attention to Zak.
“Don’t go, Sir.”
“What?” Carly and
Kemper chimed in together.
“I’m not going
anywhere, baby,” Zak said, grabbing his towel and wrapping it around his waist
before pulling a sheet off the bed and covering Kara’s body. Dipping his hands
under the coverlet, he blindly fumbled with the shackles in an effort to free
her. “The two of you should wait downstairs. We weren’t expecting company at
four-thirty in the morning.”
“We?” Kemper
pushed by Zak and glared at Kara. “And what is this Sir shit?”
Kara glared at
Carly and thinned her lips, silently pleading with her friend to take Kemper
and go. Instead of aiding her, Carly asked, “What is that doohickey you’re
wearing?”
Kemper bit out,
“I sent her all these things so she would get used to the idea of Domination
and submission!”
Carly scowled.
“You?” She shoved her balled fists against her waist. “You didn’t get very much
bang for your buck now did ya?” She glanced around the room. “How’d all this work
out for you, babe? Hmm?”
Kemper’s face turned
blood red. “I think she’s got the hang of it.”
“Considering I
don’t receive gifts like these and I’m the one who loves the lifestyle, maybe
you should ask yourself if you gave the right presents to the right woman. If
I’d been in a contraption like that, you can bet your sweet ass you would’ve
been the one coming in from behind!” Carly threw up her arms and stormed out of
the room.
Kemper ignored
Carly and stood over Kara, acting as if he were taking in the whole scene.
“Have you been seeing one another long?”
“No.” Zak
supplied the answer.
“I didn’t ask
you!” Kemper never looked away from Kara.
“Obviously not,”
Kara bit out. “The package just arrived today.”
“Be a gentleman
and wait downstairs for us,” Zak said.
“I am not talking
to you!” Kemper yelled, his muscles bulging around his short sleeves. He acted
as if he were seconds away from taking that first swing.
Kemper had always
been slow to anger, but when that ugly beast rose to the fore, he went berserk.
She didn’t want to witness a fight. She just wanted Kemper and Carly to go.
“Please wait
downstairs.” Kara couldn’t believe this was happening. “Please.”
“Why would you do
this?” Kemper dragged his hand from forehead to chin. The slow act brought on a
noticeable transformation. A furious expression replaced the face of betrayal
and confusion.
Zak placed his
hand on his shoulder. “You heard the lady. She wants you to wait—”
“Get your hands
off me!” Kemper screamed, shrugging away from him. “You don’t want to go up
against me, buddy!”
“She wants you to
wait downstairs and you can do that now or I can call the police. Take your
pick.”
Kemper laughed
and another demeanor emerged, one Kara hadn’t seen in the past. He glared at
her like he saw straight through her. “He doesn’t know. Does he?”
“Know what
exactly?” Zak knelt next to her again and finished unbuckling the restraints.
He helped her to her feet. “What don’t I know?”
Kara met Zak’s
curious gaze, but she couldn’t speak. She knew what Kemper wanted her to tell
him, but she couldn’t bring herself to say the words. If she voiced them then,
she would feel like such a kept woman.
She studied
Kemper and gauged his behavior. That was precisely what he wanted her to feel
like in that very moment—a kept woman, somebody’s whore, and his little puppet.
Slow to regain
her balance, she grabbed the bedpost and held the white linen sheet to her
chest. Her bottom was sore with the recent reminder of what she’d done and with
whom.
Both men stood
side by side. She couldn’t hide from either of them. She couldn’t run, because
where would she go? Carly returned to the room with her arms crossed. She was
equally pissed, but Kara couldn’t figure out why.
At the moment,
Kara didn’t care. Carly had known she was infatuated with her neighbor. Hadn’t
she suspected something like this would eventually happen?
“She won’t tell
you, so I will,” Kemper said, stomping across the room to the walk-in closet.
Swinging the door wide, he shook his finger inside. “Those clothes are my
clothes. This is my bedroom. This is my condo.” He swung around and waved his
finger in Kara’s direction. “And that woman—regardless of what happened here—is
my fucking woman!”
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