Body Contact

By Cathryn Fox

Body Contact is the second of a three-part erotic series from New York Times and USA best-selling author Cathryn Fox.

Asking pro football player Jack Rider to teach me everything he knows about sex might have seemed like a good idea at the time, but now I'm not so sure I can handle a guy like him. I thought he'd just straight up do me, ridding me of my pesky virginity sooner rather than later. But no, he had his own ideas about bringing me up to speed on sex. His two weeks of slow seduction might just be the death of me, but since he's the one in charge, I have to play the game his way. Not that I'm not enjoying it. I am. Who wouldn't, right? I guess I just can't help but wonder how I'll ever let another man touch me after him.

This is the second 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. BODY CONTACT is sure to leave readers begging for more. The next installment comes September 2016.

The Hands On serial is best enjoyed in order.
Reading Order:
Book #1 Hands On
Book #2 Body Contact
Book #3 Full Exposure

• Language: English
• Publisher: Macmillan Publishers
• Release date: Aug 15, 2016
• ISBN: 9781633757257

Cathryn Fox

A New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, Cathryn Fox has two teenagers who keep her busy and a husband who is convinced he can turn her into a mixed martial arts fan. Cathryn can never find balance in her life and is always trying to keep up with emails, Facebook, Pinterest and Twitter. She spends her days writing page-turning books filled with heat and heart, and loves to hear from her readers.

Book preview

She needs some hands-on experience. And he’s got big hands.

Asking pro football player Jack Rider to teach me everything he knows about sex might have seemed like a good idea at the time, but now I’m not so sure I can handle a guy like him. I thought he’d just straight up do me, ridding me of my pesky virginity sooner rather than later. But no, he had his own ideas about bringing me up to speed on sex. His two weeks of slow seduction might just be the death of me, but since he’s the one in charge, I have to play the game his way. Not that I’m not enjoying it. I am. Who wouldn’t, right? I guess I just can’t help but wonder how I’ll ever let another man touch me after him.

This is the second 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. Body Contact is sure to leave readers begging for more. The next installment comes September 2016.

Table of Contents

Dedication

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Acknowledgments

About the Author

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Shameless

Only for a Night

Desiring Red

The steamy serial concludes in September…

Full Exposure

Hands On

Learning Curves

Slow Ride

Wild Ride

Sweet Ride

Hold Me Down Hard

Tie Me Down Tight

Betting on the Wrong Brother

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

Copyright © 2016 by Cathryn Fox. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce, distribute, or transmit in any form or by any means. For information regarding subsidiary rights, please contact the Publisher.

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Edited by Brenda Chin

Cover design by Sommer Stein with Perfect Pear Creative Covers

Cover art from Sara Eirew Photography & Design

ISBN 978-1-63375-725-7

Manufactured in the United States of America

First Edition August 2016

To the one and only Lauren Hawkeye. You are a true gem.

Chapter One

Jack finished running through the exercises his physical trainer had given him earlier that morning and collapsed onto his bed. He tossed a couple painkillers back, chasing them with cold coffee that had been sitting on his nightstand for hours.

He checked the time, and glanced outside to hear his brothers ribbing each other as they pulled into the driveway. His fingers closed around the towel beside him, and he wiped his face and chest before tugging his shirt back on. Favoring his leg, he made his way downstairs, the smell of pot roast reaching his nose as he pushed through the front door, the late-day sun warm on his face. He rubbed his stomach as it growled in hungry anticipation. Dead tired of living off takeout, he was happy to be enjoying home-cooked meals with his family again. The only problem was that if his mother kept cooking for him like this, he’d be packing on the pounds and the league would never take him back.

Hey, where were you last night? Sam asked Jack, holding Luke’s head in a lock as he ran his knuckles through his hair. I thought we were hanging out.

Got tied up.

Luke used one of his wrestling moves and turned the tables on Sam, taking him to his knees. Oh yeah, who was she? Luke asked.

Jack grinned. I don’t kiss and tell.

The front door squeaked open, and Luke let Sam go. Jack laughed. The three of them were grown men—Luke and Sam shared a condo, and co-owed their own repair bays on the other side of town—yet still came rushing home when they smelled their mother’s pot roast. Jack’s two brothers still acted like they were teenagers when they all got together at home for a meal. Sam climbed to his feet and gave Jack a nudge on the shoulder. Jack faltered a little.

Don’t kiss and tell, my ass, Luke said.

Yeah, since when did that happen? Sam pressed.

Since Danielle.

His mother came out and pointed a finger at Sam. You shouldn’t be pushing Jack like that. His knee can’t take it.

His mother turned her attention to Luke and asked him to come inside and help reach a tray for her. Sam nudged Jack and made a face. Momma’s boy, he whispered.

Jack threw his arm over his brother’s shoulder. Don’t be jealous ’cause she likes me more, bro.

Sam laughed, and gave Jack a pretend jab to the gut. You just keep telling yourself that. Last night, she told me I was the favorite.

Favorite asshole maybe.

Sam laughed, and as Luke took off inside to help their mom, he lowered his voice. Seriously though, I thought you were coming to Grayson’s last night. Candy’s been dying to meet you.

Not interested. Then again, when he’d mentioned BDSM to Danielle, her eyes had lit up. Would she be interested in visiting a club like Grayson’s?

He pulled back. You? Not interested in Shari’s best friend, a girl who just happens to be named Candy? He shook his head. You do know what they say about girls named Candy, right?

No, I don’t.

Sam made a clucking sound with his tongue. Sweet on the eyes, and even sweeter on the lips, little bro.

Doesn’t matter. Not interested.

Sam lightly tapped Jack’s temple. Are you sure it wasn’t your head you injured?

I’m kind of dating someone, he blurted out without thinking. Well, he was, at least for the next two weeks. And technically, they weren’t dating. But he did kind of commit to giving her fourteen nights of his time. He shook his head, incredulous. Who would have thought that sweet, virginal Danielle Lang—a recent graduate who wanted to open a family counseling practice someday, but had taken a sex therapist position in the meantime to help pay down bills—would come to him and ask for sex lessons to get her