All she wanted was connection – a way to feel loved again, if only briefly. She wound up getting so much more.
Cathy Monroe’s son’s soccer coach, Hanlon, is one of the hottest guys to ever take an interest, but he’s twenty years her junior.
She shares a brief moment with him and knows she wants more. She gets it when Coach Hanlon comes round to drop off some cleats and things take a naughty turn.
She invites Hanlon to come inside, and the conversations turns increasingly sexual as their flirting escalates. Finally, Cathy pounces, taking Hanlon and beginning a naughty fling with a buff, younger man who makes her feel alive again.
*** The Warm Up is the first book of a three-part HFN tryst between an older woman and a younger man that doesn’t pull any punches. ***
“Damn, I’d sleep so good here,” Hanlon said.
“If you were in my bed, you wouldn’t be sleeping.”
Hanlon raised his head and Cathy fixed her gaze. He felt a twitch in his pants.
“What would we be doing?” he pressed.
“I can think of one-or-two things.”
Hanlon looked at his watch again. “Like what?”
“Do I have time to show you?”
“On what it is and how fast you can do it.”
Cathy smirked. “Well, it’s been a while, but I think I’ve still got it.”
Hanlon sat up on the bed and adjusted himself. It was clear there was something making him uncomfortable beneath his pants.
“You don’t have to do anything,” Hanlon said.
“Oh, I know that,” Cathy said, standing in front of him and getting on her knees. “But I want to.”READ MORE
Hanlon stared down and put his hands back behind him for support. Cathy moved her hand to his belt buckle and unclasped it.
“Let’s see what we’ve got here,” she said, looking up at Hanlon.
His eyes flicked up from his crotch to Cathy’s face and back again. “Pull it out, Ms. Monroe,” he said. He couldn’t quite believe what was happening.
Cathy became excited as she downed Hanlon’s zipper. It was apparent that there was something big hiding down there. It had been so long since Cathy had seen a hard cock that wasn’t her ex-husband’s.
“Let me take care of you,” Cathy said, and she pulled at Hanlon’s jeans.
He wriggled himself out of them as Cathy pulled down. She tugged the pants to his ankles and then looked at the pristine, white boxer-shorts that sat tight around his thighs.
“Is that for me?” she asked, nodding to the bulge.
“For the next ten minutes it is,” Hanlon said, looking at his watch.
“We better not waste time then,” Cathy said.
She grabbed the waist of his boxer-briefs and pulled those too. Hanlon watched as the garment slid down over his cock.
Cathy saw the shorn pubic-hair emerge from beneath and then the tendons at the hilt of his cock as the boxer-shorts stretched it down away from where it wanted to be.
“My, oh, my,” Cathy swooned, watching the barrel of flesh lengthen with no end in sight.
She dragged the underwear off the tip and Hanlon’s cock sprang back and hit his stomach. It twitched in place and Cathy eyed it finally.
She licked her lip and looked at the thick slab of flesh that lay before her. It was jarring to see Hanlon’s face above it. Her and Jan had fantasized about the sport’s coach for most of the summer, and here he was, exactly how Cathy wanted him.
“Suck my cock, Ms. Monroe,” Hanlon moaned.
“With pleasure,” Cathy replied.COLLAPSE