From the moment the play resumed, Nash charged straight at her, ready to dribble past her again to rack up some points.
He came hard and fast, shoulders low, ball pounding against the wood, but Jaz didn't stay passive.
She waited motionless in the center of the key, burning eyes locked on him, body completely still until he got close enough. Then, at the very last second, she literally jumped on him.
Using pure brute force, she slammed him hard to the floor. Nash crashed onto his back, the hardwood creaking under the impact. Jaz ended up straddling his hips, her thick thighs locked around him.
Her face was terrifyingly erotic. Her golden eyes were completely glassy, locked on Nash like a starving predator. A shiny string of saliva dripped from her parted lips while she panted like a wild animal.
Her heavy breasts hung over him, rising and falling fast with every breath.
Nash, lying under her, was only amused by this sudden flare-up. He let out a provocative laugh.
