Pump Fake (The New York Nighthawks #9) Read Online Fiona Davenport

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Sports, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: The New York Nighthawks Series by Fiona Davenport
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Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27290 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
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Soon, baby.

I saved the third floor until last, so we didn’t end the tour in the primary bedroom. If we did, I would’ve tossed her on the bed and fucked her until she screamed my name.

“There’s only one room on the third floor,” I told her as we ascended the stairs. “It's one of my favorites in the house. If there had been more than a half bath, I’d have been tempted to make it the primary. However, I think it’ll be even more perfect for something else.”

At the top of the stairs was an arched opening rather than a door leading into a room that spanned most of the house’s footprint. The ceiling was high in the center, then angled down the side, and had dormer windows along both walls. I pointed at four alcoves and said, “Those are the perfect fit for a set of bunk beds.”

Talia looked up at me in surprise, and I shrugged. “The previous owner had a set in two of them. And over there”—I pointed at a set of double doors—“is a closet with shelves that holds a lot of toys. There’s also a projector built into one of the walls and a large screen that comes down across from it.”

She raised an eyebrow, and I laughed. “If you haven’t figured it out yet, this space was constructed as a playroom. And a place for kids to have parties and sleepovers.”

Talia’s expression turned soft and her lips parted as her eyes scanned the room with a new perspective. “This would be a child's dream room.”

I nodded, and my mouth hooked up on one side. “A parent’s dream room too, when mom and dad need some alone time.”

She tossed her head back, and her musical laughter caused another tightening in my chest. The sound was so open and joyous that I vowed to hear it every day for the rest of my life.

“It’s amazing,” Talia said sweetly. “The whole house is incredible.”

“I’m glad you think so.”

She gazed at the space for another minute, then pivoted to face me and smiled. “You said something about dessert?”

Chuckling, I gestured for her to leave the room before me, mostly so I could watch her sexy ass sway as she moved. “I have ice cream and fresh fruit.” I mentally grimaced at my sad sweet selection, but I ate very healthy during the season—off season too but I wasn’t as strict.

“That’s perfect,” she said, flashing a bright smile at me over her shoulder. “I didn’t forget that you mentioned you watch what you eat carefully during the season.”

Could she be any more fucking perfect? I loved that she understood and didn't criticize me for not having an expensive spread of food I wouldn’t eat just because I had a lot of zeros in my bank account.

I scooped some vanilla ice cream while she cut some berries to put on top. Then we took our bowls into the media room and sat on one of the overstuffed couches on the first platform. There were also recliners, but she didn’t hesitate to sit near me. A good thing, because if she'd tried to sit somewhere else, I would have grabbed her and deposited her on the couch.

She picked out a comedy from my streaming service, and we ate while we laughed at the antics of the couple in the movie. When we finished our dessert, I took the dishes back to the kitchen, but before returning to my seat, I detoured to grab a large, warm blanket from a cabinet in the back of the room. Talia had looked a little cold after eating her frozen treat.

I spread it over her, and she looked up at me with a sweet smile. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” I murmured as I sat down again. She was on the cushion beside me, but far enough away that we weren’t touching. “Here,” I grunted as I curled my arms around her, hauling her over until she was plastered to my side. “You’ll be warmer. Body heat,” I explained lamely.

She didn’t say anything but snuggled in a little closer, and tension seeped from my muscles. But other parts of me were already alert, and when she shifted, laying her head on my shoulder and pressing her tits into my arm, my dick became rock hard.

I tried to concentrate on the movie, but every time she laughed, every time she moved, fuck, every damn breath pushed me closer and closer to my limit.

When the credits finally rolled, I heaved a mental sigh of relief. As much as I enjoyed cuddling with her, I needed space, or I was going to lose my fucking mind.

I told myself to pull away, to move her over, to get up….anything. But when she raised her head and her blue eyes peered up at me, glazed with desire, every thought drained from my mind, and I acted on pure instinct.


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