My Second Chance – Secret Baby Read Online Natasha L. Black

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Sports Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 60219 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
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Everything that had been held back for ten years had come to the surface, bubbling over, crashing into reality like a tsunami slamming into a beach. Like the unstoppable force of nature’s storms, it would not be stopped. It would not be held back. It would not be controlled.

We pulled back briefly, looking around at the eyes that were watching us, not caring about their judgment but giggling about the attention. Her laughter was like a drug. I wanted more and more until my heart burst. I couldn’t get enough of her laugh, of her lips, of her touch. She was the most intoxicating thing I had ever come across.

“Maybe we should stop kissing in public bars. Do you want to come upstairs?” I asked.

There was no ambiguity in that statement. There was no question or wonder about what it meant. We were crossing the line we should have crossed years before. The line we both had fantasized about. The line that separated friends and lovers.

“Yes,” she said, purring in a way that made my chest tighten and blood rush through my body, warming me up and revving my engine.

I held out my hand, and she laced her fingers through mine. My other hand dug into my pocket and pulled out my billfold. I set it on the bar and took out two fifty-dollar bills. The bartender’s eyes went directly to the cash in my hand as I tossed it on the counter and motioned to both our drinks. He nodded.

As we fled the bar, heading toward the elevators, nearly skipping, heads turned. Curious eyes, judgmental eyes, jealous eyes, all watching as we reached the doors and she pushed her back against the wall, pulling me by the collar of my shirt toward her. I pressed into her, my cock thick and hard in my slacks, pressing against the seam of the zipper and into her belly. I knew she could feel me. There was no way she couldn’t.

Her breath hitched despite the smile that stretched her lips and sparkled in her eyes. An errant, curly hair tumbled down one side of her face and settled just to the side of the corner of her mouth. I brushed it away with my nose as I tucked in and kissed her once more. I pressed my body into hers, crushing her between the wall and me, and she moaned gently.

I didn’t care if anyone saw us. Hell, I wanted them to. I wanted them to witness the victory that made the one on the field pale in comparison.

She was mine. At least once. At least tonight. She was mine.

The doors opened with the sound of a bell, and I broke away from the kiss, pulling at her hand and guiding her into the elevator. Now it was my turn to press my back to the wall, and I pulled her into me. My hands reached for her bottom and pulled her, squeezing her ass, digging my fingers into the soft, fleshy skin of her backside.

In turn, her hand slid between us and down the front of my slacks. It rubbed down over my shaft, pressing against the zipper, and I watched her eyes widen as she brushed along my length. I smiled. She returned the expression, and I kissed her again.

I moved my lips to her neck, sliding up to her ear and back down again to her collarbone. I wanted to rip her clothes off right there, to fuck her on the floor of the elevator, other guests be damned. The car shook, and we lifted into the air, the doors finally having closed. I wondered if there were cameras in the elevator to match the wall-to-wall mirrors. Whoever was watching would get a good show.

Mallory kissed my neck as I let my hand roam up her side. Taking the lobe of my ear between her teeth, she bit gently, her breath going into my ear and sending goosebumps down my back as my palm found her breast. One thumb hooked the strap of her right shoulder and pulled down.

Her breast popped out, bouncing into my lips, and she gasped. Then the moan of pleasure that followed made me want to unzip my pants right then. I swirled her pink, puffy nipple with my tongue and sucked, hardening it. I wanted more. I wanted both. I wanted her naked and available. But I had to wait. The dinging sound of the elevator hadn’t reached my floor yet.

When it did, I straightened up, and she yanked the dress back up over her breast. We had to make it to my room first. Past the bar upstairs and the other players. And the players’ wives and girlfriends and mistresses. None of whom had ever seen me bring a woman upstairs. All of whom would be interested to see it.


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