Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74844 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74844 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
I’m pregnant.
And the father has no clue.
I pushed him away.
I shut the door in his face, and while I thought it was only my broken heart he left behind, that wasn’t the case. He left a child inside me.
And I kept it.
Now he’s back, and it’s time to face off with the only man I’ve ever wanted.
But can he forgive me?
Alex
I think I’ve loved Elliot McDavid since the moment I met her.
She watched me for weeks, lusted after me, but never said a word. Even denied that she would work out just to see me. When I finally got her where I wanted her, she pushed me away.
She slammed her walls up and reinforced them with distance.
But now I’m back.
And she has secrets.
More than just the fact that she’s pregnant with my child.
She thinks I’ll let her get away a second time, but that’s not happening. I’m known for protecting the net, and I’ll protect her.
Even from herself.
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PROLOGUE
Elliot
Six months earlier…
Alejandro Cruz eats pussy like a man starved.
I swear I have never been devoured by a man the way he consumes me. He laps at my center like he would die if he didn’t gorge himself on my taste. I’m lost under his mouth. Unable to comprehend anything but the pleasure he brings me and how much I want it more than my next breath. I love his mouth, his tongue, his hands—oh God, his hands.
Goalies have the best hands.
My back bows into the breakfast bar table he has me perched on as he holds my ass right where he wants me. He sucks on my clit, causing me to howl his name, and as I’m coming down, I see a smug grin pull at his lips.
“Don’t stop,” I beg, my knuckles white as I grip the table. “Please.”
God, his voice is deep, sultry, and pure sin with all the spice included. “Mmm, but mami—” Fuck me stupid, that endearment has me arching up to his mouth. His grin only grows, such heat in his eyes before he runs his thick, warm tongue up my center in a slow, agonizing sweep. I cry out as he kisses my clit. His thick lips envelop my bud, and I almost die at the sensation. Against my swollen, wanton flesh, he whispers, “I love my name on your lips.”
I meet his gaze as he looks up at me, and I feel as if I can come from the look in his eyes. Like I am the best thing he’s ever put in his mouth. The most treasured prize. But I can’t be his. This is purely physical—or, at least, it needs to be. Unfortunately, every time he meets my eyes, his need for me burns visibly in his gaze, and I know he’s falling for me. “Then make me come so I’ll scream it louder.”
He groans before sucking my clit in his mouth without hesitation. I rock against his lips, chasing the pleasure that his mouth gives me. He slides his tongue to my entrance, fucking me with it, right before his thumb finds my clit, caressing it with sure, even strokes. I writhe under him, mewing like a cat in heat before a fire starts to burn in my spine and then explodes everywhere. I squeeze my eyes shut as I come undone, bellowing his name.
He presses his tongue into my clit, extending my release, and I can’t help the way I clutch his head, digging my nails into his scalp as shivers run through my body. “Yes, Alex, oh, yessss…” I cry out as he devours my release, licking every single part of my pussy.
“Mami, you taste divine,” he murmurs against my throbbing center before he kisses my mound, then each of my thighs, followed by my pelvic bone. I try to get my bearings, but then he stands, and I’m hit once more with undeniable need for this gorgeous man. In a tailored three-piece blue suit, he looks like he didn’t just get finished playing hockey and winning the game in a shutout, but rather, he was off killing bad guys and taking all the drugs and money for himself.
Or for me.
Sinful. He looks downright sinful.
Alex’s eyes don’t move from my naked body as he pulls at his tie, leaving it open before pushing off his jacket and throwing it onto the bed. I lick my lips, my gaze hooded. “I would help, but I love watching you undress to fuck me.”
I curse myself for saying that since it only urges him to fall deeper for me. I should be pushing him away. We’ve been doing this little dance for about three months, and he’s getting attached. I only give him my body, but damn if it’s getting harder not to give him more. Alex’s lip quirks as he unfastens each button of his dark-blue dress shirt, his eyes roaming over my body like he is trying to figure out where he wants to kiss or touch me next. “And I love when you watch me, legs open, that pretty pussy on display, all glistening and dripping for me.”
I suppress a moan as he throws open his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders, which are corded with muscle. His shoulders are wide, thick, and mouthwatering. Shoulders I love to hold on to as he pounds into me. On the side of his neck is a tattoo of a black snake that curves around the back, along his shoulders, before the head comes to a rest over his heart, with the tail ending on his bicep. I’ve never asked what it is about because I always forget when I read the script that trails down the length of the body.
Die with memories, not dreams.
I don’t know why that phrase does something to me, but it does.