Drake (Pittsburgh Titans #5) Read Online Sawyer Bennett

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Romance, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Pittsburgh Titans Series by Sawyer Bennett
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Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92180 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
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I sigh as I settle that foot on the ground and hold up the spiked Ferragamo. “Why do I torture myself?”

Smiling, I drop the shoe and lean over to remove the other one. My toes sink into the plush maroon rug, and even though it’s too dark and masculine for me, I’ll never get rid of it because it reminds me of Adam. In fact, I can’t see changing anything about this office that he used to inhabit.

I’m just about to push off the door when it moves.

Opens, pushing me out of the way.

I stumble forward, turn back glaring, and gasp to see Drake storming through, his expression dark and furious.

“What in the hell?” I snap.

Tina’s right on his heels. “I’m so sorry, Ms. Norcross. I told him you were not to be disturbed, and—”

I hold up a hand as Drake walks past me. “It’s okay, Tina. I’ve got this handled. Close the door on your way out.”

When she’s gone, I turn to Drake. He must have taken a quick shower and come straight here. His wet hair is slicked back in a ponytail, and he’s wearing his trademark jeans and T-shirt—arms completely covered in tattoos I’d love to study—and those heavy biker boots that should not be that sexy.

Drake’s hands hang loosely at his sides, but his fingers are curled inward as if he’s waiting for an excuse to form a fist.

He’s clearly itching for a fight, and I don’t think I’m really even the problem. I’m just the face of it.

I walk toward him, keeping my tone level. “What part of me telling you to make an appointment didn’t you understand?”

He ignores my question, speaking to me through gritted teeth. “In case it wasn’t clear down there, and because Derringer cut me off, I do not need you to defend me with the media.”

His tone is ice, despite the fury in his eyes.

“I don’t think you need me to defend you, but I’m wondering why it bothers you so much?”

Drake sneers at me. “Because you’re doing nothing more than keeping a story alive. How about try the words no comment for a change, rather than using me to get screen time?”

How dare he!

Now I’m pissed. I move toe to toe with him and poke him in the chest. “You ungrateful son of a bitch. You’re pissed at the league because no one stood up for you back when the allegations came out, and now you’re pissed because someone is standing up for you. You need to pick a lane and stay in it.”

Drake lunges, and it’s so fast, I can barely take a breath before he’s jerking me into his body. I open my mouth to protest, but it’s immediately cut off when his mouth slams into mine.

My entire world spins like I’m caught in the power of a tumbling wave. I try to kick for the surface before I drown, but Drake’s kiss is an undertow from which I can’t escape.

The fact my fingers curl into his T-shirt in an attempt to pull him closer tells me I’d rather drown.

A slide of Drake’s tongue against mine, and a ripple of lust courses through me. Our teeth clash, and his palm slides to my ass to squeeze. I bite his lower lip, and he curses before jerking my formfitting dress up my legs to bunch around my hips.

My head swirls with how fast things are moving, but it’s the most exciting thing that’s ever happened to me, and you couldn’t pay me to slow it down.

His hand plunges down the front of my panties where he rubs a skilled finger through my wet folds before circling my clit. I groan from the intense pleasure, and my knees almost buckle when that finger slides knuckle deep inside me. Drake merely holds me upright with his big palm curled under my ass.

“You’re soaked,” he growls into my mouth as he withdraws his hand, and I hear the triumph he’s feeling.

I gasp as he hauls me up his body. Wrapping my legs and arms around him, I hold tight as he walks me over to my desk. A small part of my conscience warns me to stop this, but the turbulent surge of lust he’s sent through my entire body feels too damn good for me to let it go.

There will be no sweeping of materials off the desk to make room as I’m a neat freak and my desk is bare except for my laptop, a landline phone, and a wooden box on one corner where I put completed work for Tina to pick up.

Our kiss is only broken when Drake settles my ass on the edge of the wooden top and starts to pull off my panties.

“The door,” I gasp, jerking my head over my shoulder. “Lock it.”

“No time,” he says as he settles into my chair and scoots it forward. “Suggest you keep it quiet.”


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