Scoring Off The Field
WAGS, #2
by Naima Simone
Publication Date: March 12, 2018
Genres: Adult, Entangled: Brazen, Contemporary, Romance, Sports Romance, Standalone
Synopsis
Tennyson Clark is getting a life. First step: quitting her job as assistant to Dominic Anderson, star quarterback for the Washington Warriors, her best friend … and the man she’s been secretly in love with for years. But since the gorgeous, if overprotective playboy has only ever seen her as his BFF, she’s finally ready to relinquish her tattered fantasy and move on. Enter steps two and three: new job and new man.
Football is Dominic's life, and with his contract soon up for renewal, all his focus needs to be on the game. But Tennyson—dependable, logical Tennyson— is making that next to impossible with her mysterious new job and her sudden interest in online dating. He doesn’t do relationships. But the thought of another man touching her sexier-than-hell curves has him suddenly wanting more from his best friend.
Indulging in hot, dirty, what’s-my-name sex with no strings and lots of benefits is simple, uncomplicated…until it’s not.
Excerpt
About Naima Simone
USA Today Bestselling author Naima Simone’s love of romance was first stirred by Johanna Lindsey, Sandra Brown and Linda Howard many years ago. Well not that many. She is only eighteen…ish. Though her first attempt at a romance novel starring Ralph Tresvant from New Edition never saw the light of day, her love of romance, reading and writing has endured. Published since 2009, she spends her days—and nights— writing sizzling romances with a touch of humor and snark.
Tennyson Clark is getting a life. First step: quitting her job as assistant to Dominic Anderson, star quarterback for the Washington Warriors, her best friend … and the man she’s been secretly in love with for years. But since the gorgeous, if overprotective playboy has only ever seen her as his BFF, she’s finally ready to relinquish her tattered fantasy and move on. Enter steps two and three: new job and new man.
Football is Dominic's life, and with his contract soon up for renewal, all his focus needs to be on the game. But Tennyson—dependable, logical Tennyson— is making that next to impossible with her mysterious new job and her sudden interest in online dating. He doesn’t do relationships. But the thought of another man touching her sexier-than-hell curves has him suddenly wanting more from his best friend.
Indulging in hot, dirty, what’s-my-name sex with no strings and lots of benefits is simple, uncomplicated…until it’s not.
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Excerpt
“What’s wrong, Tenny? And don’t tell me
nothing. I know that’s woman-speak for shit’s about to hit the fan,” Dom
teased.
But Tennyson didn’t roll her eyes or even lay into him about being a meathead sexist. Instead, she remained silent, confirming his suspicion.
“You,” she said, shoving her curls out of her face. “You turned down the movie premiere without even a second thought.”
Hold on. She was pissed over that? What the hell? He shook his head. “I didn’t want to go.”
“You haven’t had any problem going to those types of events before…before…” She waved a finger between them. “So why now, Dom?”
“Okay, let me get this straight,” he said slowly, confusion and anger coalescing into a swirling, murky mass in his chest. “You wanted me to go out on a date with another woman.” Even stating it sounded asinine and just fucking weird to his ears.
“What I wanted or didn’t want shouldn’t have mattered. And that’s the point,” she retorted in the same I’m Talking to a Crazy Person tone he’d used. “Before we had sex, you wouldn’t have thought twice about letting Brian arrange the date and public appearance. Football is your top priority. It always has been, always will be. But today, you made a decision that was counteractive to that. And you did it for me. For my feelings,” she almost shouted. She reeled back slightly, her eyes widening as if her outburst had surprised her, too. Yes, too. Because she’d shocked the shit out of him.
His gut instinct reaction was to deny her accusation. But he paused, and it hit him that she was correct. He had to compartmentalize. If this friends-with-benefits, no-strings-attached arrangement was going to work and their friendship be intact afterward, then he had to remember his priorities. The end game. Which was football. Always football. Security. Legacy. A path to another career after he hung up his jersey.
“You’re right. No, don’t look away from me,” he admonished, gently cupping her cheek. He waited until her gaze returned to his. Christ, she was so damn pretty. “I did make the decision based on your feelings, and yeah, there is a chance I would’ve agreed to go before you and I started having sex. But I also turned it down because I didn’t want to touch another woman while I have you.” This time he not only swept his thumb over her bottom lip, he dipped the tip into her mouth, grazing his skin along the edge of her teeth. “So I’ll promise not to confuse things again. For both our sakes. But I’m adding another stipulation to our deal. Don’t expect me to fuck another woman when I’m with you.”
Unable to prevent himself any longer, he dipped his head for a quick taste of her lush mouth. He groaned. And returned for another sample. Sweetness of the wine she’d had with lunch. Richness of the creamy dessert. And her. All her.
“You’re who I want to ride, bareback. Damn, do you know how it felt to be inside you, with nothing between us? Like goddamn heaven. And hell. Everything beautiful and painful. Pleasure and agony. Yeah, being balls deep in you is like nothing in this fucking world.” He abandoned her cheek and tunneled his fingers into the dark, wild curls that somewhere along the line he’d developed a probably unhealthy fascination with. Gripping her hair, he tugged her head back. Watched her lashes flutter. Heard her soft, hungry gasp. “I want it again,” he growled against her mouth. “Are you going to give it to me?”
A moan escaped her seconds before she lifted those lashes. “Yes.”
“For however long I want it?” he demanded.
The haze that had started to cloud her eyes slowly sharpened. “For however long I want it.”
A dark, hot lust slid through his veins, slow and heavy, pouring right into his cock. “There she is,” he praised, loosing a low chuckle. “There’s my Tennyson.”
But Tennyson didn’t roll her eyes or even lay into him about being a meathead sexist. Instead, she remained silent, confirming his suspicion.
“You,” she said, shoving her curls out of her face. “You turned down the movie premiere without even a second thought.”
Hold on. She was pissed over that? What the hell? He shook his head. “I didn’t want to go.”
“You haven’t had any problem going to those types of events before…before…” She waved a finger between them. “So why now, Dom?”
“Okay, let me get this straight,” he said slowly, confusion and anger coalescing into a swirling, murky mass in his chest. “You wanted me to go out on a date with another woman.” Even stating it sounded asinine and just fucking weird to his ears.
“What I wanted or didn’t want shouldn’t have mattered. And that’s the point,” she retorted in the same I’m Talking to a Crazy Person tone he’d used. “Before we had sex, you wouldn’t have thought twice about letting Brian arrange the date and public appearance. Football is your top priority. It always has been, always will be. But today, you made a decision that was counteractive to that. And you did it for me. For my feelings,” she almost shouted. She reeled back slightly, her eyes widening as if her outburst had surprised her, too. Yes, too. Because she’d shocked the shit out of him.
His gut instinct reaction was to deny her accusation. But he paused, and it hit him that she was correct. He had to compartmentalize. If this friends-with-benefits, no-strings-attached arrangement was going to work and their friendship be intact afterward, then he had to remember his priorities. The end game. Which was football. Always football. Security. Legacy. A path to another career after he hung up his jersey.
“You’re right. No, don’t look away from me,” he admonished, gently cupping her cheek. He waited until her gaze returned to his. Christ, she was so damn pretty. “I did make the decision based on your feelings, and yeah, there is a chance I would’ve agreed to go before you and I started having sex. But I also turned it down because I didn’t want to touch another woman while I have you.” This time he not only swept his thumb over her bottom lip, he dipped the tip into her mouth, grazing his skin along the edge of her teeth. “So I’ll promise not to confuse things again. For both our sakes. But I’m adding another stipulation to our deal. Don’t expect me to fuck another woman when I’m with you.”
Unable to prevent himself any longer, he dipped his head for a quick taste of her lush mouth. He groaned. And returned for another sample. Sweetness of the wine she’d had with lunch. Richness of the creamy dessert. And her. All her.
“You’re who I want to ride, bareback. Damn, do you know how it felt to be inside you, with nothing between us? Like goddamn heaven. And hell. Everything beautiful and painful. Pleasure and agony. Yeah, being balls deep in you is like nothing in this fucking world.” He abandoned her cheek and tunneled his fingers into the dark, wild curls that somewhere along the line he’d developed a probably unhealthy fascination with. Gripping her hair, he tugged her head back. Watched her lashes flutter. Heard her soft, hungry gasp. “I want it again,” he growled against her mouth. “Are you going to give it to me?”
A moan escaped her seconds before she lifted those lashes. “Yes.”
“For however long I want it?” he demanded.
The haze that had started to cloud her eyes slowly sharpened. “For however long I want it.”
A dark, hot lust slid through his veins, slow and heavy, pouring right into his cock. “There she is,” he praised, loosing a low chuckle. “There’s my Tennyson.”
What readers are saying about Scoring Off The Field
"This is a fiery best friend to lovers romance. It's heated, sexy and adorable. It's comical, heartwarming and addictive!" ~ Danielle D., Goodreads
"The sex scenes were H-O-T! Phew!" ~ Iza M., Goodreads
"This is a sexy and enjoyable romance, and I'm looking forward to reading more of the series!" ~ Harlequin Junkie
"Scoring off the Field is a sweet and spicy friends to lovers story. I loved Dom and Tenny's back story. This is romance at its finest!" ~ Donna A., Goodreads
"Wow! I absolutely Loved this book! This is a fast paced read with incredible secondary characters and plenty of steam." ~ Carla V., Goodreads
"I have to say that I haven't been this excited about discovering a new author in a while, but Naima Simone has become a one-click author for me. Naima's writing style is so engaging and down-to-earth, and I just connected with these two, with this situation. This is friends-to-lovers at its best, and if you're looking for the chemistry to come right off the page and punch you in the face, I guarantee you'll enjoy every scintillating moment of it!" ~ Michaelene M., Goodreads
Don't miss Scoring With The Wrong Twin, Book One in the WAGS Series that can be read as a complete standalone!
About Naima Simone
USA Today Bestselling author Naima Simone’s love of romance was first stirred by Johanna Lindsey, Sandra Brown and Linda Howard many years ago. Well not that many. She is only eighteen…ish. Though her first attempt at a romance novel starring Ralph Tresvant from New Edition never saw the light of day, her love of romance, reading and writing has endured. Published since 2009, she spends her days—and nights— writing sizzling romances with a touch of humor and snark.
She is wife to Superman, or his non-Kryptonian, less bullet proof equivalent, and mother to the most awesome kids ever. They all live in perfect, sometimes domestically-challenged bliss in the southern United States.
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