The Rookie (The San Antonio Hyenas #4) Read Online Olivia T. Turner

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Novella, Sports, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: The San Antonio Hyenas Series by Olivia T. Turner
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Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 26365 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 132(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
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I don’t know what came over me. It was so intense. I was consumed by him. I was out of my mind with lust.

I’m not sure what happened to my underwear, but I never got it back.

That’s okay. Austin can keep it and think of me whenever he pulls it out.

I shiver as my reflection smiles back at me. What a night.

After, he helped me close up and I went home with my head spinning. I don’t think I slept more than four hours last night, but I’m wide awake now. I’m running on pure adrenaline.

And coffee. Lots of coffee.

The listing agent is still sick with the flu, so he gave me the keys to the house. The owners have moved out and are living in London, so it’s empty. Well, not empty. A staging company has fully furnished it to look like a spread in a luxury magazine. It’s beautiful.

I still like the feel of the first house better, but this one is pretty amazing too. I don’t know how Austin is going to pick.

The buzzer suddenly rings and I nearly scream from shock.

“Come in,” I say as I press the button.

I rush over to the mirror and check out my outfit one last time. I’m wearing black slacks and a light blue sleeveless shirt that has a few buttons up the front. I ditched the heels for some open-toed sandals today. I think it looks pretty good. Professional, but still a little bit sexy.

I’m about to hurry to the door, but I stop and undo an extra two buttons. I don’t mind being more sexy than professional with Austin.

He drives his shiny black car up, parks, and opens the door. Today, he’s wearing blue jeans and a white button-up shirt under a light beige sports coat, and holy cannoli, he looks good.

“Whoa,” I whisper when I see him walking to the stairs. He’s so sexy. It’s surreal.

He can pull off any outfit. I bet he would look smoking hot in a Minion costume.

I’m still shaken as he knocks on the door.

I take a deep breath, plaster a flirty smile on my face, and pull the doors open.

“Hello, Mr. Gambill.”

He greets me with the biggest, warmest smile and then he runs those simmering brown eyes up and down my body.

All that arousal and need and fire that was burning through me last night comes roaring back.

“Welcome home,” I say with a grin.

He steps right up to me, cups my jaw, tilts my head back, and gazes down at my mouth. “It feels like home now.”

I moan as his sexy mouth comes down and he kisses me.

It’s not a quick hello kiss either. We both grab onto each other, crashing into the door as we compete to see who can shove their tongue further down the other one’s throat. There are no losers in this game, let me tell you.

We stumble into the foyer, kissing and pawing and desperate for one another. I kick the door closed and pull off his jacket. It slides down his hard muscular arms and falls onto the ground.

“This is the… entrance,” I say between kisses as I unbutton his shirt as fast as I can. “Notice the natural light… and the…. floors.”

I get the last stubborn button out and then yank his shirt off his shoulders and down his arms.

“Fuck,” I growl as I run my clawed hands along his hard six-pack.

“I think we need a closer look at those floors,” he says with a grin.

“You stay up here,” I say as my mouth waters. “That’s your realtor’s job. I’ll get a nice long look for you.”

I drop to my knees and lick my lips as I grab onto his belt. His massive erection is visible under those jeans.

I was thinking about it all night long. I couldn’t sleep, and when I finally did, I dreamt about it. About touching it, licking it, sucking it, riding it… There’s so much I want to experience with this perfect man and I want to get started now.

“There’s no one here, right?” he asks as I yank out his belt.

“The owners are gone,” I say as I flick open his button and then grab onto his zipper. “We’re all alone.”

“Just the way I like it,” he whispers.

I pull his zipper down then I slide my hands into his jeans and boxer briefs. My heart is racing as I start to pull it all down.

I’ve always wondered what it would be like to undress a man. And now, I know. It’s pure bliss.

His big cock snags on the material and then springs up in front of my shocked face when I give his pants a hard tug. I knew he was big from the outline in his pants, but I wasn’t expecting this.

My mouth waters even more as I stare at the dominant rock-hard cock in front of me. It’s mesmerizing.


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