I cannot imagine my life without all of you. When Farrah is not penning stories, the avid sports fan feeds her addiction to football by attending New Orleans Saints games. Thankfully, the coffee shop where she writes does not have a dress code.

Had dreams of becoming a fashion designer as a teenager, until she discovered she would be expected to wear something other than jeans to work every day. With a slight nod, Payton put an end to both their miseries. His hand continued to caress her breast as he stared into her eyes, seeking permission. Her skin burned from the inside out.Ĭedric released her neck from his erotic assault. Her nipple puckered, instantly drawing tight. Despite the layers of clothing separating his hand and her skin, her body’s reaction couldn’t have been stronger if they were both naked. He turned her around and pinned her against it, then zeroed in on her neck again, kissing and licking and nipping his way up and down. Still locked together, Cedric shuffled their bodies over to the wall. Payton gasped with need, covering the arms that latched around her and throwing her head back to give him better access. Before she could utter a protest, Cedric’s lips connected with the one spot on her neck that drove her mindless.

His hold tightened, his strong hands spanning her waist, his fingers inches from her breasts. “Exactly,” he whispered against her neck. “I thought this was supposed to be touch football?”

I'll Catch You by Farrah Rochon