At Ease

By Olivia Brynn

Jaycee Hanson loves Psych 301, and not due to the class itself. She sits right behind Tyler Johnson, ROTC captain and star of her most erotic fantasies. Unfortunately, he doesn’t seem to even notice her, let alone date outside his race.

When an accidental touch near the end of class turns into an impromptu foot rub, Jaycee is more than willing follow Tyler wherever he might lead. She just never expected it to be the nearest stairwell.

Tyler isn’t sure what to make of the smart, beautiful woman in his arms. If he’d had any idea Jaycee was interested in him, he would have made a move long ago. But each time he looked her way, she avoided his gaze. Now that he's had a taste, he's going to enjoy seeing where this might go.

Objections to their budding relationship arise from an unexpected source, making Jaycee wonder if sexual chemistry is enough.
*Previously published by Samhain Publishing*

• Language: English
• Publisher: Dark Mountain Books
• Release date: Mar 8, 2017
• ISBN: 9781626226623

Olivia Brynn

Olivia Brynn is the very saucy alter ego of romance author Alanna Coca. Olivia was the one who lured Alanna into trouble as a child. She also would have been the one to get her mouth washed out with soap. Since controlling Olivia wasn’t as easy as she thought, Alanna decided to set her alter ego free with Olivia’s first book, For a Price, a story about one woman’s journey to sell her virginity. Other books followed, earning five-star reviews and bestselling status. Alanna realized what fun Olivia had writing sexy romances without censor. Olivia writes contemporary erotic romance near a window where the view of the Rocky Mountains beckons her to run naked through the tall foothill grasses. Except when it snows.

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At Ease

Olivia Brynn

Jaycee Hanson loves Psych 301, but not due to the class itself. She sits right behind Tyler Johnson, ROTC captain and star of her most erotic fantasies. Unfortunately, he doesn’t seem to even notice her, let alone date outside his race.

When an accidental touch near the end of class turns into an impromptu foot rub, Jaycee is more than willing follow Tyler wherever he might lead. She just never expected it to be the nearest stairwell.

Tyler isn’t sure what to make of the smart, beautiful woman in his arms. If he’d had any idea Jaycee was interested in him, he would have made a move long ago. But each time he looked her way, she avoided his gaze. Now that he's had a taste, he's going to enjoy seeing where this might go.

Objections to their budding relationship arise from an unexpected source, making Jaycee wonder if sexual chemistry is enough.

At Ease

Olivia Brynn

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locale or organizations is entirely coincidental.

Copyright © 2011 by Olivia Brynn

ISBN 978-1-62622-662-3

Edited by Imogen Howson

Cover by Alanna Coca

All Rights Are Reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

Original Copyright: 2011 First Dark Mountain Books electronic publication: 2017

Chapter One

There he was.

Jaycee almost stumbled down the aisle to her seat. Three days a week during Psychology 301, she sat in the same chair in the auditorium. Partly because she was a creature of habit, but also because every day he sat directly in front of her, and with the sloped seating area, she had a great view. Today was Friday, the day of the weekly Air Force Reserve Officers’ Training Corps morning meeting. He still wore his ROTC dress uniform, which meant she wouldn’t retain one word of the psychology professor’s lecture in the next ninety minutes.

He looked good.

Okay, he looked great. She barely dropped into her chair before her knees gave out. Just about every man alive earned a few hottie points when he wore an Air Force uniform, but Tyler Johnson didn’t need extra points. He looked good whether he wore his Texas Tech sweats and a tee-shirt, blue jeans and an oxford, or hell, probably nothing at all.

Jaycee bit her lower lip to stifle the groan. She knew the man was built. Even though the starched uniform covered him from neck to toes today, the tee-shirt he wore two days ago had done nothing to conceal every muscle in his hard upper body. She closed her eyes for just a moment and savored that memory. His ebony skin stretched taut over corded muscles in his shoulders and triceps, one part of his body she could freely stare at from her vantage point. They flexed and bunched, his left hand curled around the paper in front of him as he scrawled.

The door near the whiteboard closed, and Jaycee had to open her eyes and rejoin the living. Professor Cordell checked his belt buckle and tugged on the sleeves of his tweed jacket, just as he always did before class.

Who can tell me the role the hippocampus plays in an epileptic seizure?

Cordell somehow knew where each class left off, and picked up two days later as if no time had passed. Those who had textbooks opened them and flipped through the chapters, the rest of the class pulled out their laptops, and a low hum of business filled the room.

There must be a bike race somewhere—the six bike team members who usually surrounded her and Tyler were absent, leaving a nice bubble of privacy in the upper corner of the auditorium. Now she could look her fill without fear of discovery.

Tyler thumbed through the pages of his thick book. His nails were neatly trimmed, his fingers long and slender. Their dark color intrigued her. What an erotic picture they would make against her white breasts. Or the way their naked legs would look twisted together. Against her white sheets. No…she’d need silky red sheets.

Oh yeah.

She squirmed in her seat, slipped off one flip-flop so it wouldn’t accidentally fall off, then crossed her legs. Her bare toes came so close to the crisp collar of his shirt she could feel the heat coming off him. Yes, the shades of their skin complemented each other.

If she wiggled her toes, she would brush the crisp shoulder seam on his uniform. She wouldn’t dare, but it was tempting. She licked her lips and stuffed down a groan.

So, without a hippocampus, one might have a difficult time following a map. The spatial memory storage of that area is vital…

Even though she wasn’t paying attention to class, she was glad Tyler’s focus was on the man in tweed, and not on her. She’d be mortified if he knew she drooled over him during class. Tyler didn’t date women like her.