Not Your Pucking Girl (Kings of Denver #1) Read Online Sheridan Anne

Categories Genre: College, Contemporary, Romance, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Kings of Denver Series by Sheridan Anne
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Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 83927 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
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That fucker.

“That’s not fair,” I tell him.

He looks back at me, innocence in his eyes. “What’s not fair?” he questions, reaching for the laptop and dragging it across the table again as though he didn’t just get me all worked up.

“Don’t you go acting all coy with me, Miller Cain. You know exactly what you were doing getting me all hot and bothered and then just walking away.”

“Who? Me?” he questions, the innocent act quickly morphing into devilish charm. “I would never.”

I go to roll my eyes and suddenly he’s right there, gripping my waist, pulling me in close to him as he glances back at the laptop. “You’re really good at this,” he says.

“Thanks,” I say, his food completely forgotten. “I love photography.”

“So, why aren’t you studying photography?”

“I am, but it’s more like a hobby, rather than what I want for a career,” I explain. “PR is just so much more exciting.”

“How so?” he questions, letting me lead him back through to the living room and getting comfortable on the couch.

I lean over and grab my phone off the coffee table and bring up my Facebook app. “Take this for instance,” I say, logging into the Dragons’ Facebook page I created earlier in the week. “I created this page for you idiots a few days ago and shared it a few times because, for some insane reason, you haven’t already done this. I got fifteen hundred followers straight off the bat. I added a sneak peek of the calendar about two hours ago, and now you’re up to two thousand followers,” I explain. “I guess I like working on something positive and physically being able to see the results.”

“Holy shit,” he says, taking the phone from my hand and looking closer at the page. “We really have two thousand followers already? Are there even that many people in the school?”

“Yeah,” I laugh. “Imagine what that number might be when the season actually starts, let alone when you win the championship.”

“You’re too good for us,” he tells me.

I give him a devilish grin. “Yeah, I know,” I laugh, taking the phone back and giving it another look, updating the screen as I go to find another twenty-five followers. “I’ll probably do some promos and giveaways on here, but it would be cool if a few of you guys post every now and then.”

Miller nods, more than eager to do his part. “Consider it done.”

“Oh, and I’m going to convince Coach Harris to let me take over the website. It needs some serious work and a few updates. Maybe I’ll put up a merchandise page, then fans from everywhere can buy your calendar,” I smile. “Sophie and I are going to kill this assignment.”

His eyes soften as he watches me. “You really do love this stuff, don’t you?”

I nod my head enthusiastically. “Yeah. I’m practically living a dream this year,” I tell him.

“Me too,” he murmurs, slipping his hand around my neck and bringing me down on top of him. The tension builds in the room, and as he captures my stare, he slowly pulls me in closer, until his lips are finally pressing against mine. I melt into him, my heart racing a million miles an hour as he kisses me gently at first, then really begins to move, deepening our kiss.

I adjust myself on his lap until I’m straddling him and can feel that delicious cock hardening beneath me. His hands slide up the back of my top, roaming over my skin as he explores my body, sending a thrill shooting through me. He works his way down my torso, crossing to my waist and going lower until his fingers are pushing inside my panties. My body aches for him and then finally, I feel him there, his fingers gently skimming over my sensitive clit.

I suck in a breath, and he does it again, this time adding more pressure and circling over the tight bud. I groan into his mouth and he pushes his fingers deep inside me.

In. Out. In. Out.

“Oh, God,” I groan, getting closer and closer to the edge, having to break our kiss and tip my head back. I feel his eyes on me, watching as I ride his fingers, and I’ve never felt so fucking beautiful in my life.

Miller continues his sensual assault on me until it’s too much for me to bear. “Come for me,” he demands. His words throw me right over the edge, and my world explodes around him. My pussy convulses, spasming around his fingers, but he doesn’t dare stop. He keeps moving, keeps massaging deep inside of me as I ride out my high.

My fingers dig into his shoulder as my orgasm rocks through me, and then finally, I collapse against his strong body and close my eyes as I come down from the high. Miller’s arm snakes around my waist, his lips moving against my neck. “You’re so fucking gorgeous when you come for me.”


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