Tame The Player (How To Win At Love #2) Read Online Hope Ford

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Insta-Love, Sports Tags Authors: Series: How To Win At Love Series by Hope Ford
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Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 54966 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 275(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
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Before she can answer me, I wrap my hand around her neck. “Because I know I can’t. Kissing you is all I’ve thought about, Cat. I went to sleep with my cock hard last night thinking about how perfect your lips… your body felt against mine. You want to keep this between the two of us for now, that’s fine, but eventually, once I’m back and the job is done, I’m going to tell any and everyone that you’re mine.”

Her mouth drops, and she starts to talk, but I seal my lips to hers. I swallow her gasp, and thankfully, she doesn’t resist me. She seems as lost in the kiss as I am. I want to take her right here right now, but I don’t want to rush her.

Her curvy body rubbing against mine is enough to put me over the edge, but I pull back so I can look at her. “Fuck, I’m trying to abide by the rules here, honey, but I’m going to have trouble keeping my hands off you.”

She’s breathless. “We need to run, Holden. We need to do your workout.”

Her mouth is saying one thing, but her body is telling me something else. Her nipples are hard, pressed against her shirt. Her eyes are a dark blue and filled with desire. She wants me, and I would do anything to be able to take her upstairs to bed with me, but I’m not going to spook her. I release my hold on her and take a step back. My cock is hard, tenting my shorts, and I’m not shy as I grab it and adjust myself. “You’re right. Give me five minutes and I’ll be ready. We’ll get our workout in, eat lunch and do whatever other torture you have planned for me, and then you’re mine, Cat.”

She’s walking backwards, putting more distance between us. I get it, though, because being this close to her is a temptation I can barely control. “And we keep this between us,” she reminds me.

I shrug. “Between us,” I agree, even though I silently add, for now.

18

CATHERINE

Already, this is affecting my job.

I’m not sure if it’s the sexual chemistry, the anticipation, or the way Holden is looking at me like he’s going to bend me over and take me, but I’m completely off kilter from all of it. I keep telling myself to keep it together and focus on the job, but that’s a little harder now knowing that in just a few hours, I can be making out with the sexiest man I’ve ever laid eyes on.

“All right, again.”

Holden has his hands on his head, sucking in deep breaths. “You’re fuckin’ killing me today, Cat.”

Damn it. Am I being harder on him now? Shit, see, I can’t do this. All this cooped-up physical energy is making me crazy. I’m overthinking things, questioning the whole workout now, and Holden puts his hands on his hips. “You’re thinking too hard, Cat. You’re not being too hard on me.”

“How did you—”

He comes over and puts his finger on my forehead and draws a line down it. “Because you’re all scrunched up here, and you do that when you’re worried about something.”

I cross my arms over my traitorous chest. Just being near Holden and him innocently touching me has my body reacting. “Get back to work, Gray.”

He holds his hands up and chuckles. “Got it. I’ll listen to what you tell me to do, honey, but just know in the bedroom, I like to be the one in charge.”

I suck in a breath, and it’s like I’ve been hit right in the stomach. The images that come to mind are too much, and I have to shake my head to clear it. “Come on, I’ll run it with you.”

I take off running, and he falls in step beside me. The rest of the workout is uneventful, and I’m thankful that he keeps it professional. I’m weak when it comes to Holden, and I could easily see myself giving in to him without a lot of pressure.

We get back to the house, eat, shower separately, and then we meet back in the therapy room and do more bands for recovery.

“How’s it feel?”

He rolls his shoulder to test it out. “It feels perfect.”

I take a deep breath. “Okay, let me massage it and then we’ll be done for the day.”

I wanted to make sure we don’t cut therapy time short and it looks like we’re going to actually go over a little bit. I put the ointment on my hands and then start on his shoulder. The way he groans has my stomach pulled tight, and I can’t help but wonder what he sounds like in bed.

I have to force my mind elsewhere or else he’s going to know exactly what I’m thinking. I work the muscles in his arm, and we’re both silent while I work. When I can’t stand the quiet a second more, I ask him, “What do you have planned for the rest of the day?”


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