Miss Newman.
    That's what the boys had called her today when she'd joined them and said hello as she'd handed over his coffee. Miss Newman. And every time he'd heard it, it had turned him on a little more.
    Miss Newman. Of the sexy lingerie.
    Had she been wearing something like that today under her sensible teacher clothes of loose dark grey trousers and  long-sleeved plain red blouse?
    There was no way he was ever going to look at her again and not think about her wearing the colours of his team. Like his own personal cheerleader bouncing up and down, her skirt high on her perfect thighs.
    He didn't feel cold anymore. He felt hot. So fucking hot. And it had nothing to do with the water running over his body.
    He dragged his gaze off the lingerie and glanced down at his cock-predictably out and proud. Hard as a rock, his balls tight and tense, begging him for release.
    Now that would make an impressive dick pic!
    He shut his eyes against the temptation of a little hand relief. He was in her shower, for fuck's sake.
    That was all kinds of wrong.
    He forced himself to relax back against the wall of the cubicle, a shiver running between his ass and his shoulder blades where they'd made contact with the cold tiles. He hoped it would cool his jets as he thought about plain white cottontails. Granny undies. Teacher panties. Sensible. And practical.
    But it was no use. The lure of the hanging lingerie and the demands of his own sex drive had his eyelids fluttering open and his fingers curling around the solid weight of his erection.
    He groaned low and needy as his hand slid up and down the length of it, a surge of electricity coursing from the bundle of nerves circling his tailbone to the base of his skull. His cock bucked at the sensation and his lids fluttered shut again as an image appeared in his mind's eye, so real, so close.
    Miss Newman in that damn bra and panties on her knees in front of him, her mouth slightly parted, water cascading over her curls and her shoulders, running down her back and into the cleavage of her bra, their gazes locked as she leaned forward and opened her mouth, taking him right to the back of her throat in one interminably good, slow slide.
    Linc groaned as his hand mimicked the movement, impossibly inadequate but wholly exciting all at the same time. He opened his eyes, breathing raggedly, his knees threatening to buckle from the intensity of the sensation.
    Wanking was never as good as the real thing, but surrounded by the sights and the smells of her, he'd never had such a vivid stimulus before. No porn movie or girly mag had ever made him as hot as that damn lingerie. Hell, even the image of her ear today peeking out from under her curls and the pale wedge of neck had given him a hard-on.
   And then he saw her. The door must have not clicked shut and swung open a little, enough to afford her a good view of the shower. She had a bundle of folded towels in her arms, and was standing frozen like a rabbit in headlights.
    Or like a naughty little girl caught with her hand in the cookie jar.
    He froze, too, his fingers still gripping his cock, water running over his wrist and down his hand. His breath crashed to a halt in his lungs, his heart thundered to a stop in his chest.
    This. Was. Not. Good.
After a long history with crappy guys, high school teacher Em Newman is going man-vegan. Four months of revirginization has opened her eyes to her doormat imitation but, baby's got spine now, and some smooth-talking-even if he is sinfully hot-rugby player, won't be adding her as a notch anytime soon.

Lincoln Quinn loves rugby, women, and poker. And he likes to win at all three. When his team mates bet him he can't break through Em's resolve, he's more than up for the challenge. But this lady has a shoebox of stipulations before she'll even go on a date with him, much less use that mouth for kissing instead of giving orders.

Something's gotta give but this time Em's not settling. And Linc's questioning everything he ever knew about matters of the heart.

From "PLAYING THE PLAYER" by Amy Andrews
Entangled Publishing ®
ASIN: B01N325A58 Copyright: © 2017 Amy Andrews
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"I wasn't expecting Linc to be quite the thoughtful, funny, deliciously dirty charmer he was and I loved Em's inability to resist those charms regardless of her stubborn determination, because she's really no pushover. And I admit I'm a sucker for man who falls, and falls from a great height when he meets the right person."
Nicola, Goodreads

"The chemistry between Em and Lincoln was off the charts. This was a very sexy and fun read. I liked how they connected emotionally and physically. Lincoln turned out to be such a sweetheart of a guy despite his player ways. Em seemed to bring him to wanting more than playing the field. She was the recipient of some pretty hot and touching moments. I adored them together. And the ending was super sweet. I am loving this series and these characters."
Lori, Goodreads

"I was utterly shocked to my core when I found that I couldn't stop reading- couldn't stop turning the pages to get every last juicy bit of this book. Not only was it NOTHING like I was expecting, but it was sexy and exhilarating to its core….. Throw is some seriously hot sex scenes that trump Fifty Shades of Grey ANYDAY and you have yourself this little nugget of golden goodness.  I was so engrossed in this book, I stayed up until two a.m. reading it. I instantly fell hard for Linc, despite all of his jock tendencies and his witty tactics to get into Em's pants. This is a MUST read if you're a hopeless romantic like me."
Amanda Barrow, Goodreads

"Hot, fun and sweet...I hit my romance trifecta!"
Sassafrass, Goodreads