Hands On
by Cathryn Fox
Hands On #1
Publication Date: July 18, 2016
Genres: Adult, Serial, Entangled: Scorched, Erotic, Romance
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Synopsis:
Hands On is the first of a three-part erotic series from New York Times and USA best-selling author Cathryn Fox.
When hot as hell Danielle Lang showed up and asked me to teach her about sex, I thought I was hallucinating. Turns out the beautiful psychologist needed an extra bit of schooling in all things sexual so she could teach a class.
I’m always up for helping a friend. I mean, it’s the least I can do. What I wasn’t expecting is for her to turn the tables and teach me a few things. Only this short-term promise of two weeks in her bed is going by a little too quickly. Not that I’m thinking forever or anything.
I’ve got a football career to get back to. And she doesn’t want to be a part of my world. There’s no way we can be together—so I’m going to make sure I enjoy every sexy second….
This is the first of a three-part series full of mind-blowing sex, featuring a dirty-mouthed football player who knows the score and an inexperienced therapist who needs to learn it. HANDS ON is sure to leave readers begging for more. The next installment, Body Contact, will be published August 2016.
Excerpt
Danielle
Lang planted her elbows on the café table and pressed her forehead
into her palms. “How could I have gotten myself into such a mess?”
“Because
you need the money,” her best friend Violet supplied as she sipped
a mocha latte and eyed the cute guy making his way to the barista.
“There are worse ways to pay the bills, you know, and if you ask me
this is a pretty sweet gig.”
“Sweet
gig?” Danielle dropped her hands, the loud bang on the table
gaining the attention of the women sitting two rows over. She leaned
forward to avoid unwanted listeners and lowered her voice. “Violet,
this is serious.”
Violet’s
gaze jerked back to Danielle’s, her dark hair falling over her
shoulders. “I know it is, but come on.” She gave an easy shrug.
“You’re a psychologist, fresh out of graduate school. Really, how
hard can it be to teach sex therapy to a bunch of incoming freshmen?”
“Hard.”
“That’s
what she said.”
Violet
grinned over her cup, and Danielle laughed, despite the misery
weighing her down. She loved her friend, she really did, but Violet
didn’t understand the severity of the situation. When it came to
sex, Violet would graduate cum laude, and Danielle, well, she could
be found at the bottom of the class.
With
one elbow planted on the table, Violet flipped her palm face up.
“Look, you get in, offer some by-the-book therapy, and get out.
Then you get a nice, fat paycheck for your time so you can pay down
your debt and open your own family counseling practice like you want
to. I’m not really seeing the problem here.”
Danielle
sank back in her chair and twisted a long strand of hair around her
finger, a common habit when she was nervous. “I know that’s the
plan, and I have book knowledge on sex therapy, but how can I
honestly teach anyone about the emotions behind sex, the hang-ups,
the fetishes when I don’t understand them myself?”
Violet
wagged dark brows over deep green eyes. “Ooh, fetishes. My favorite
subject.”
Danielle
crinkled her nose and pushed up her glasses. “I just don’t get
it. Some of the fetishes I’ve read about seem strange, maybe even a
bit deviant.”
“That’s
because you haven’t tried anything.”
“You’re
absolutely right.” Decision made, she flattened her hands on the
table. “Which is why I need to back out of this job before I get
kicked out. There is no way I can teach a group of students about
intimacy and the need for desirability in humans if I’ve never had
any hands-on experience.” Violet stared at her from across the tiny
table, obviously still not seeing the problem. Danielle sighed and
tried again. “Remember that dysfunctional family I lived with? The
religious ones I told you about?”
Violet
sipped her drink. “Yeah.”
“Well,
they went to their priest for marriage counseling. I kept thinking,
what does a priest know about marriage, and how can he possibly give
advice if he’s never been married?”
“That’s
it!” The cup her friend was holding came down so hard it clattered
on the saucer and splattered coffee over the rim.
Danielle’s
head jerked back with a start. “What’s it?”
“You’ll
just have to get the hands-on experience you need.” Violet sat up
straighter in her seat, her eyes narrowing shrewdly, her finger
tapping the tabletop as she looked at the patrons in the café.
Shit.
Danielle knew that look. Violet was on a mission, and once she went
into fix-it mode, there was no stopping her. She leaned forward and
rapped her knuckles on the table to get her attention. “If you’re
suggesting what I think you’re suggesting, forget it.”
“It’s
the perfect solution. Two weeks of hands-on training to give you the
experience you need before the summer semester starts.” She pointed
to the guy she’d been admiring earlier. “What about him?”
Oh,
hell no!
Danielle
grabbed her friend’s hand and pushed it down. “I am not going to
walk up to some random guy and ask him to have sex with me,” she
whispered between clenched teeth.
“Okay,
then, how about a not-so-random guy?”
She
groaned. “Stop. Just…stop, okay? This isn’t going to happen.”
“Of
course it is. It’s just a matter of with whom.”
The
bell over the café door jingled. To keep from reaching across the
table and choking her dear friend, Danielle picked up her drink, took
a sip, and glanced toward the door. Ohmigod. Was that Jack Rider?
Jack—badass—Rider.
Her
blood flowed thick and heavy as the hottest guy from her high school
stepped through the portal. Like a dim-witted moth drawn to a
lightbulb, she let her gaze rake over him as he strolled inside the
café. She’d had a thing for him back in the day, but the star
quarterback had been way out of her league in high school, and from
the looks of him now, that much hadn’t changed.
She’d
heard about the ligament injuries that had sidelined him recently,
but outside of catching a game or two on TV, and that one Christmas
she’d briefly spotted him buying cold medicine at the nearby
drugstore, she hadn’t seen him in person since he left Florida and
went to college on a football scholarship.
She
gave him a once over. Twice. He was hotter than ever, which was
really saying something. Despite his bum leg, he moved with
surprising grace for a guy of his size, and while she tried not to
stare, for the life of her she couldn’t seem to tear her gaze away.
She swallowed against a suddenly dry throat and took another gulp of
her drink, her body warming in the way it always had when he was in
the vicinity. In all her years, no guy had ever affected her the way
he did.
“Is
that—” Violet began, and then stopped, her head bobbing back and
forth between Danielle and Jack when Jack flashed a smile their way.
“Ohmigod.”
“Ohmigod
what?” Danielle asked, trying not to sound as breathless as she
felt.
“That
is Jack
Rider from the Seattle Kings, and you’re hot for him.”
“No…yes…I
mean…”
“Well,
holy shit. My little asexual friend is finally all worked up.” She
waved her finger up and down. “Look at you, all flushed and out of
breath.” Violet’s gaze dropped to Danielle’s chest. “And I
just bet your nipples are hard.”
Danielle
set her cup down and crossed her arms over her T-shirt, hoping to
hide her arousal. “I am not asexual. I’ve just been busy. And I’m
not all worked up.” With a quick nod, she gestured to the fans
overhead. “It’s just the air conditioner.”
Liar.
Violet
leaned in, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Ask him.”
“Ask
him what?”
“To
teach you all about sex.” She gave Danielle a look that suggested
she was dense. “Isn’t that what we’ve been talking about?”
“It’s
what you’ve
been talking about, and you’re out of your mind.” She pitched her
voice low. “That’s Jack Rider. The
Jack Rider.”
“I
don’t care if he’s Zac-frigging-Efron. He’s a well-known
player, and just the guy to help you”—she waggled her brows—“bone
up on sex. Give you the hands-on experience you’re looking for.”
Violet turned and blatantly stared at Jack. “Jesus, look at those
hands. You know what they say, the bigger the hands, the bigger the—”
Danielle
held her palms up to cut her friend off. “I know. I know. And
there’s no proof of that.”
Violet
did that weird head-bobbing thing she always did when she was really
getting into a plan. “Wanna bet?”
“No.”
“Then
find out yourself. I dare you.”
Ooh,
how tempting.
“Violet,”
she warned. Cripes, her friend had to be out of her mind. She wasn’t
about to ask Jack to have sex with her. She wasn’t about to ask
anyone,
for that matter. She’d spent her whole life doing for herself, and
asking anyone for anything was just a set up for disappointment. So
she wasn’t about to start now and go down a path that led to
regret.
“Look,
you said you didn’t want to ask a random stranger to get you up to
speed on the nasty, and he’s not. You already know each other. You
went to high school together. Plus, he smiled at you, Danielle.”
“He
was probably just trying to clean something from his teeth. No way
would he remember me. I was a freshman. He was a senior. We didn’t
even travel in the same circles.” Although, there were those few
times he offered to drive her home when it was raining, and the
afternoon he helped her pick her books up when some stupid jock
friend of his knocked them out of her hands and took off laughing.
Rumor had it Jack punched the guy in the face later that day—but
then, a lot of rumors went around her school.
Violet
pursed her lips. “Looks to me like he remembers you.”
“Doubtful.”
“Doesn’t
matter. Go for it anyway. Invite him home…” Her words fell off as
she extended her arms forward and with quick thrusts, jerked them
back and forth. “And break in that vag-vag.”
“Jesus.”
Danielle lowered her head and muttered, “I am so not about to do
that. And besides, who says he’d go home with me? I read the paper.
I’ve seen the hot women he’s been with.”
“Which
means he has what it takes to give you the experience you need.”
Violet snapped her fingers. “Right clothes, right shoes, right bra.
You’ll be a walking wet dream in no time at all. Not that you’re
not now, but we just need to put a couple of things out there.”
Those
“couple of things” had better not be what I think they are.
Violet
grabbed her own breasts and jiggled them.
Well,
hell.
“These
look good, right?”
Her
glance wasn’t the only one to fall to Violet’s creamy white
cleavage as she squeezed her breasts. “They look amazing.”
“Victoria’s
Secret Bombshell bra. It adds two sizes.” She dropped her hands.
“It’s all about the illusion. Just say the word, and I’ll take
you shopping.”
Danielle
chuckled. “When it comes off, do the guys feel cheated? Is it a
deal breaker?”
Violet
cupped one palm. “By then I usually have a fist full of balls, so
I’m pretty sure no one would dare complain.”
Danielle
laughed out loud. “You are so bad.”
“No
fun in being good.”
“Speaking
of feeling cheated.” She leaned in and lowered her voice. “If I
asked a guy for sex, which I’m not about to, don’t you think he’d
be disappointed, me being an inexperienced virgin and all? I mean,
how could I possibly make it good for him?”
Violet
blinked, did that weird head-bobbing thing again, then blinked some
more. “Girlfriend, you have so much to learn. Guys dig that.
Believe me, as soon as he realizes you’re chaste…” She paused
to snap her fingers. “He’s going to be all over you like gravy on
a biscuit.”
Danielle’s
gaze moved to Jack and a fine shiver scuttled through her. Sound
calm, Danielle, sound calm. “You
think?” Her voice came out a little higher than normal. Dammit. Way
to give myself away.
Violet
grinned. “I know.” She checked her phone then shoved it into her
purse. “Well, I have to get back.” She linked her fingers
together and cracked them. “I have a one o’clock hottie in need
of a little Violet therapy.”
Danielle
shook her head. “Maybe you should be the one teaching sex therapy.”
Violet
hooked her purse over her shoulder. “Come on. You’re the
strongest girl I know, and you’ve never let anything keep you from
getting what you want. So, go out there and do what you need to do.”
She tipped her head thoughtfully. “Maybe it would be easier if you
thought of it as research. We all know how much you love your
research. And, of course, if you did something for him in return…”
Danielle
climbed to her feet and grabbed her purse. She had no intention of
going through with Violet’s crazy plan, but had to admit that her
friend had a point. Second to a warm plate of brownies, research was
her happiest place. Choosing the project, seeking out the best
resources, and then basking in the satisfaction of knowledge
gained…yeah, she got off on that kind of thing. Would sex be as
fulfilling? Would she…get off?
Jesus,
what am I doing?
She
shook her head to clear it and followed Violet to the door. As she
exited, she could almost swear she felt Jack’s eyes on her. She
stole a quick glance over her shoulder, and when her gaze collided
with his, her knees nearly went out from underneath her. Those eyes.
Rich, dark…a luxurious raw chocolate she could so easily lose
herself in. Saliva pooled on her tongue. She spun back around quickly
and hurried out the door. Why would he be staring at her like that?
He
must think I’m someone else.
She
gave Violet a quick hug good-bye and started toward her apartment.
The warm sunshine beat down on her as she walked, and when she heard
the bell over the café door jingle, she hurried her steps, not
daring to look back. If she found Jack watching her again, she just
might consider following through with Violet’s ludicrous plan.
A
few quick steps took her to the corner, and to the familiar For Sale
sign outside a quaint downtown house. She stopped and stared at it
for a moment, like she always did when passing, visualizing the place
as her new home and office. It was the perfect location to set up a
practice.
If
only I had the money.
Danielle
kicked her feet out and hurried to her apartment. She stopped to
check the mail, and her stomach twisted when she saw the pink paper
inside the window of her power bill. She ripped into it and scanned
the notice. Overdue.
Shit.
Shit. Shit. I
don’t have a choice. I have to make this job work.
Well,
damned if Violet’s plan didn’t seem so foolish now. Insane?
Maybe. Stupid? Not so much.
Ask
him.
She’d
worked so hard, done without so much to get her education, and now,
with the bills piling up and her money reserves shrinking, it could
all be for nothing.
Her
forehead fell against the aged wood of her door as despair closed in
around her. Tears burned the back of her eyelids, and for a brief
moment, she wallowed in the misery that was her life. No money. No
business. No family. No man. Thank God Violet couldn’t see her now.
With
a tired laugh, Danielle pushed off the door and dug through her purse
for her key. Yeah, all her friend needed was to see her now, at her
lowest, to drive home the asinine idea she’d come up with.
“Sex
therapist, indeed,” she muttered, stepping into her apartment and
closing the door behind her. But, oh, the money would be so good.
She
tossed the idea around then shook her head. Am
I really considering this? Then
again, was having her power shut off better than marching over to
Jack’s place and begging for love lessons?
She
wouldn’t do it.
Couldn’t
do it.
At
least, she didn’t think so.
But
if she did, Jack Rider would be a prime candidate for the cause, and
if she offered him something in return…
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