Looking to Score (The New York Nighthawks #5) Read Online Fiona Davenport

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Insta-Love, Sports Tags Authors: Series: The New York Nighthawks Series by Fiona Davenport
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Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23020 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
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“Okay, Daddy.” She beamed me a smile before turning her focus back to her show and playing with her dolls.

I strolled toward the front entry, taking my time and making her wait. It was a little petty, but I didn’t really give a fuck.

When I finally reached the door, I sucked in a deep, calming breath and pulled it open. I nearly choked on the oxygen I’d just taken into my lungs, shocked to the core by the stunning vision in front of me. For the first time in years, desire curled in my belly and my cock sprang to life.

The woman on my doorstep was of average height and weight, but that’s where “average” ceased to describe her. The first thing I was drawn to was her mouth—fucking hell, it was every man’s fantasy. Porn stars would covet her plump lips and rosebud shape, but I knew instantly that hers were natural. My knees weakened slightly as images of those lips wrapped around my cock flashed before my eyes.

Blinking a few times, I dragged my attention from her mouth. Her long hair was platinum blond, with countless slightly darker shades that made it richer. I was confident that the color wasn’t from a bottle…and that her round, perky C cups were also real. New York was almost as superficial as LA, so it amazed me that her perfection seemed to be all natural.

My gaze devoured her hourglass figure, the swell of her hips, and her long, shapely legs. When I finally forced myself to stop ogling her and look at her face, I was struck by the crystal-clear blue eyes staring back at me. And when I saw the spark of desire in them, it took all of my self-control not to pull her to me and kiss the fuck out of her.

Only the knowledge that my girls were not far away—and that this woman was probably a con artist who wanted my money and was using my daughters to get at it—kept me from acting on my impulse.

Honestly, if she was a gold digger, it was unlikely she needed to dig very far before men gave her everything she asked for.

“Ava?” I grunted. My voice was harsher than I’d intended because my mouth had gone completely dry.

She flinched, and I felt like an asshole. But I tried to remind myself that it could all be an act. Then she cleared her throat and threw her shoulders back, attempting to wipe the fear from her expression. An odd sense of pride swelled inside me at her determination not to be intimidated.

“Yes. Um, Roan, I assume?”

I nodded and took a step back, moving to the side and giving her silent permission to enter my home. Despite my better judgment, I didn’t clear the space completely, forcing her to just barely brush up against me as she moved past.

“Where are the girls?” she asked as her eyes scanned her surroundings. Her voice was a mixture of excitement and awe. The problem was, I didn’t know if it was in anticipation of seeing my daughters or possibly getting her hands on my money. Although, there wasn’t a calculating gleam in her eyes that I often saw in the jersey chasers who were only interested in my wealth and fame.

I gestured down the hall. “In the den.”

As Ava hurried in the direction I’d indicated, I watched her sexy, heart-shaped ass sway for a minute before breaking out of its trance and quickly catching up to her. I hadn’t warned the girls that Ava was coming because I didn’t want them to be disappointed if their aunt didn’t show—something that had frequently happened with their father. And if she did, I wanted to see their immediate reactions to her. Being surprised made it a lot harder to hide your true feelings. Granted, Daisy didn’t really understand what was happening, but her response to Ava would tell me a lot.

When we reached the next door on her left, Ava practically bounced into the room, her gaze sweeping the space until landing on Daisy. Ava’s smile lit up her whole face, and my breath caught for a moment, stunned by her beauty. But her genuine delight had my shoulder muscles releasing a little of my tension.

“Daisy-bell!” Ava exclaimed as she crossed to the bouncy chair. Daisy’s head popped right up, her hazel eyes wide as she searched for the owner of the voice. When she spotted Ava, her mouth curved into a grin, and she stretched her arms out, flailing them happily.

“Av! Av!” Daisy chirped.

As soon as she was within reach, Ava scooped my little girl into her arms and spun her around, making Daisy giggle with delight.

“Aunt Ava!” Cassidy practically screamed and jumped off the couch, running full speed at her aunt.

“Slow down, sweet cheeks,” I said loudly as I swiftly moved to stand behind Ava in case they crashed and tumbled backward. But it seemed Ava was no stranger to the reaction because she moved Daisy into one arm, then squatted down, keeping her balance steady and throwing out the other.


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