The Player I Love to Hate (Elite Players #1) Read Online Jillian Quinn

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Erotic, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Elite Players Series by Jillian Quinn
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Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 65480 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
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Is my mind playing tricks on me? I pinch myself to make sure he’s real. Ethan pretended to hate me for years, and now everything has changed overnight. I still don’t understand the sudden shift in our relationship. It was supposed to be one night of sex and then back to our normal lives. Except with him living in my apartment, it’s harder to ignore him, or how I feel about him.

“I missed you, too,” I confess. “Is this what you want to hear?”

He peeks up at me with my nipple between his teeth. The look he gives me sends a shiver down my spine. Ethan Waters is the most infuriating person I’ve ever met. But he’s also the sexiest and undeniably irresistible.

When my body trembles, heat washes over me from head to toe. My skin burns from Ethan’s touch. He has me wound so tight I feel like a twig about to snap in half. And then I hit the peak of my orgasm, like a ball of yarn unraveling I come undone. I lose myself with Ethan. For a few seconds, he’s not my older brother’s best friend, he’s Ethan, my E, the boy from my past I’ve never fallen out of love with.

“I love the sounds you make when you come,” he says against my skin. “I love everything about you, little lamb.”

Unsure of how to respond, I remain still in his arms. Was that a confession? Is Ethan trying to tell me that he loves me? I doubt it. He probably just wants sex, or maybe he’s still hyped up on adrenaline from winning his first playoff game.

He releases his hold on me, his side of the bed dipping as he gets up from the mattress.

I stare up at him in the darkness. “Where are you going?”

“I have to get back to D.C. before Will wakes up.”

I raise a curious eyebrow at him. “You drove all the way home just so you could go back? Why?”

He digs in the pocket of his track pants and retrieves a set of keys. “I told you why.”

“Because I didn’t answer your text?”

He nods. “Yeah, so make sure you answer me next time. I hate waiting.”

I laugh at his forwardness. “We’re not dating. I don’t owe you an immediate response.”

“Hours passed and still nothing from you. I couldn’t sleep not knowing how you felt.”

“I forgot my cell phone, it’s in Clarke’s car. We were on a stakeout when you texted about the game.”

He leans over me and presses a kiss to my lips. “I really have to go. I have a couple hours’ drive. I’ll probably get back as Will’s waking up.”

I thread my fingers together and put my hands behind my head, peeking up at him in awe. “I can’t believe you drove all the way here just to give me an orgasm.”

“I wasn’t planning on doing that. I wanted to see you, and when I found you in bed with your ass in the air, it was like an invitation to touch you. Do you know you sleep like a baby?” He covers his mouth and laughs. “I watched you for a while before I decided to wake you up. And once I got my hands on you, I couldn’t stop myself.”

“How long have you been here?”

He rolls his broad shoulders. “About an hour, I guess.”

“We have to tell Will,” I say.

“When the time’s right,” he counters, kissing me one last time.

“The time will never be right.”

He stops in the doorway, his eyes finding mine. “Will scored the winning goal tonight. Our team needs him focused.”

“There will always be a reason not to tell Will,” I challenge. “I’m giving you until the playoffs are over, or I will tell him.”

He tips his head. “I promise, Mia. I’ll tell him. Just give me some time, okay?”

I nod my agreement as he slips out of my room. The door closes behind him, and after he’s long gone, I still can’t sleep. I stare up at the ceiling, wondering if I imagined Ethan in my bedroom. Because none of this feels real. So, it must be a dream.

After passing out with the worst case of blue balls in history, I slept for two hours before I woke up in my hotel room with a raging hard-on that wouldn’t quit. Mia broke my dick, or at least it feels that way. I’ve been hard all day. No matter what I try, I can’t get her out of my damn head.

Even after a long, hot shower, I can still smell her on my skin. Every single memory from last night is burned into my mind, making what we did a permanent and constant reminder of how much I fucked up. As if I haven’t done enough stupid shit in my life, I borrowed a car in the middle of the night just to see her. Then, I used the key she gave me to enter her bedroom unannounced.


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