Frances Stockton Quarterback Blitz (pdf)

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black SUV.
He looked good dressed in gray pants, black shirt and casual loafers. From where
she stood, she could see his hair was still damp from a shower. Heart racing in her
chest, she took off for the stairs.
She reached the front door as he knocked. Hey now, don t you look nice, he said
when she opened the door.
Same back at you, Anna greeted. Come on in, I want you to hear something.
Yeah, what s up? Kyran followed her to the kitchen.
She dialed her voice mail and PIN, handing the cell phone to him. This is what I ve
dealt with since I spoke to you on the phone.
Kyran waited, tensing as he listened. Holy fuck, how d she reach you?
How did who reach me? she clarified, but he put up one finger.
Kyran s face tightened more with each message. Did you listen to all of them?
Only the first few, gave up on the rest.
It took him ten minutes to listen to the messages. Ten! When he closed the cell, he
looked up at her.
Hell, he groused. That article is a pain in the ass.
Figured that s what triggered the costume network one.
Along with two interview requests for rag magazines, offering quite a bit of
money for a featured story on me.
Kyran, no way would I answer those calls or tell them a thing, Anna reassured.
Didn t think you would, he said. What bothers me most is Seville, she called
three times.
Really, thought you two were done.
We are done. Kyran handed the phone to her. When I was in L.A. for rehab, she
called me. I blocked her after that.
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You had to deal with your knee, understandable.
That and I told her I d met someone back here, wanted to see where it would lead.
She s as much a pain in my ass as Brenda. He paced to the family room, staring at the
blank television. Obviously the Journal s article reached Seville. She s not happy.
Well, Seville doesn t worry me. You said she s an ex. I believe you.
Thanks. He looked back at her, smiling again. You re still in the kitchen. Come
on over here, sugar.
She grinned, this was her Kyran. Tossing her phone to the counter, she walked over
to him, putting herself right up close.
Hey there, gorgeous, come here often? she asked.
Second time, actually. Nice place you have here, Ms. Anna James, all oak and
antique furniture and a woman waiting at home. Makes a man feel comfortable, he
said, Southern accent dipping right down to her toes, her whole body quivering rather
nicely. His arm came up, his hand going behind her head to her nape. Miss me?
An understatement, she admitted, letting him pull her into his big, protective
frame.
There weren t many men she could look up at. With Kyran, she had to tiptoe a little.
The view was breathtaking. He made her feel alive, feminine, carefree.
Hey now, that s real nice to know, he whispered, dipping toward her, his mouth
just above hers.
Meeting him partway, she kissed him. The impact of their lips touching jolted right
to her toes, her stomach coiling with sweet tension as his mouth lingered, played. It felt
like ages since they d last made love.
Kyran groaned, bringing her closer to deepen their kiss. Always confident, his
tongue plunged deep, tangling with hers, learning the depths of her mouth. When he
withdrew, her tongue chased his, drawing him back so she could suckle on him. He
tasted like mint, like him.
Part of her had been worried that their desire might weaken after last night. Or
she d be too sore for a while. Fortunately she wasn t and he still wanted her.
She could tell in the way his arms tightened, in the feel of his heavy erection
prodding between her legs. Remembering how amazing he felt inside her, any lingering
soreness was minor. Wanting him to know, she parted her legs more, bracing herself for
his short, rhythmic thrusts.
Hmm, Anna, you re making me hard. Just like that, Anna s panties were damp.
We keep this up, I m going to have to change, she said, not really caring.
Why waste a perfectly good wet pussy? he teased, mimicking her from earlier
that morning.
Or that big hard cock, she replied. What time s the movie?
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Kyran kissed her again, licking the seam of her lips to nip the top and then the
bottom. No matter how much they d kissed since they met, she couldn t get enough.
Each one was new, its own passionate exploration of mouth, tongue, teeth and desire.
When we get there, he answered as he peppered kisses to her chin, down her
throat. I want to fuck you so bad.
Fuck me good, Kyran Black. I expect no less. Intentionally giving her teacher s
attitude, she knew it would reach him.
Hell yeah, wanted you to say that. His hands started to move, caressing along her
back to push beneath the waistband of her pants. Tightening his long fingers on her ass,
he hoisted her up against his cock, the thickness catching her clit just right.
Kyran drew back for a second, looked around. His gaze landed on a recliner and he
drew her toward it.
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