Brock Garret has been lusting after the sexy mocha-skinned beauty Jamina Madison ever since he called her to become his daughter’s cheerleading coach. He knew that he should keep his distance, but its hard when she looks so damn good in those tight, white ass-hugging shorts….there is only so much a man can take.
Out of all of the coaching jobs in the world, why did she end up working for Brock Garrett? It wasn’t fair for one man to be that damn fine without even trying. Just one look from his dark blue eyes could make her forget everything going on around her, but Jamina Madison was trying her best to keep her distance.
Because if he could get her hot just from a look, what would happen once she gave in and let his hands touch her body?
Raising his mouth from hers, he gazed into her eyes. "You are the most flawless woman I have ever laid eyes on. I have wanted to be with you like this since the first day you walked through my front door."
"I have wanted this too," Jamina confessed, tracing his full bottom lip. "You just make my body burn to be closer to yours, but this is so wrong. We shouldn't be doing this. You're my employer. I was hired to work with your daughter, not seduce you on the living room furniture."
Trailing his hand down her chest, he cupped her right breast in the palm of his hand. Slowly, he teased her nipple with the pad of his thumb until her body was squirming underneath his. "Does it look like I'm complaining at all about the position that we are in? I love getting to know you better. I think this is better than anything either of us could have thought of."
The touch of his hand on her body was a delicious sensation. It was demanding that she do something in return to show him how much she loved it. Jamina slowly undid the buttons on Brock's shirt until it was entirely open. The sight of his wonderfully thick chest hair made her already racing pulse kick up another notch.
"I think it's so sexy when a man has chest hair. It adds a little extra sexiness to him." Jamina ran her nails lightly through the hair on Brock's chest and smiled when a low groan escaped from between his lips.
"Baby, you don't know what you're doing to me." The last of his words were smothered against the side of her neck.
"Why don't you tell me?" she whispered.
"I can do better than that," Brock said as he got off her body and stood next to the couch.
"What are you going to do?"
"Show you." Picking her up, Brock swung her up into his arms. "Are you ready for that?"
"More than you will ever know," Jamina said, looking Brock directly in his indigo eyes.
Brock gave her a swift kiss on the mouth and then carried her upstairs. Walking down the long hallway, he strolled through the partially opened door and laid her gently down on the bed. "You look better on my bed than I thought you would. I could get used to seeing you like this."
"I never thought I would get here." Jamina leaned back on the bed and took in her surroundings. Brock's room was done in rich browns and black enhancing the slight dark brooding part of his personality.
She liked how she felt so at home in Brock's personal space-like she was meant to be here with him. However, she barely had time to think about anything else before Brock was pulling down the top of her red dress exposing her breasts. The cool air made her nipples hardened instantly in the room.
Jamina noticed the hungry desire-filled look in Brock's eyes and it made her even hotter to think of having him buried deep inside of her. Dropping his head, he sucked the tips of both nipples before sucking one into the hot recesses of his mouth. She shut her eyes and got lost in the sensations Brock was causing in her body.
"Please don't stop," she begged shamelessly pressing Brock's head closer to her chest.