Se connecterChapter – 0006AIDEN My cock twitches as I picture her standing mere inches away from me.“I SHOULDN’T BE DOING this,” she says, her voice breathy.“You practically begged for it.”Her eyebrows go up. “I do not beg.”“No?” I ask. “Well, I’ll have to do something about that.”“There’s nothing you can do,” she says, her jaw set, “because I’m not one of your desperate little groupies who’s going to lose my damn mind at the sight of Aiden Jackson’s dick.”I like her sass. I can barely hold back a smile as I reach down with both hands and slowly slide her skirt up her thighs. “No begging, right?”“None.” She speaks the word matter-of-factly, except she inhales sharply as I yank the skirt roughly up over her perky ass.“Even when I do this?” I ask, sliding my fingers between her thighs until I find the spot covered by her panties. I press my fingertips against the cotton fabric and she gasps louder. “You’re soaked right through these.”“So?” she asks. “Doesn’t mean I’m going to ask for any
Chapter – 0005AIDENHe emphasizes the words “this neighborhood,” which is a quiet, old money kind of place – not the kind where you see naked football players running around. In other words, it’s stuffy as hell.I shrug. “I don’t give a shit about the neighbors. Some old lady was probably across the road looking at my ass through her binoculars and thanking her lucky stars that I moved in here.”Noah snorts. “I’m sure the neighbors appreciate it.”“The chick next door did.”He groans. “Come on, man. Don’t shit where you eat. I told you that you could stay here for the summer only if there were no shenanigans.”“I swear to God, Aiden. When did you become an eighty-five-year-old woman? ‘Shenanigans’?”“Since I’m negotiating contracts,” Noah reminds me. “And yeah, shenanigans. The kind I get in trouble for and then wind up with a shitty team and a shitty contract because I’m a liability. The kind you get in trouble for and then lose your contract with the team.”“None of our shit has go
Chapter – 0004AIDEN"What’s that?" Noah plods down the stairs, his steps heavy. Being a six-four, two-hundred-and thirty-pound safety, he looks out of place in this historic house. Actually, both of us are fucking out of place in this house, but Noah is a savant when it comes to real estate – actually, he’s a savant when it comes to most things financial and political and generally nerdy. Not what you’d expect from a football player. He bought this place as an investment property because he said it was a steal and he was tired of living in the neighborhood we were both living in where most of the pro players in town are.Too much fucking drama, he’d said.Noah’s bright idea was to move out of his big-ass mansion close to the training center and into this place. He tried to convince me of the same – to “clean up our images.” Noah is a contract holdout and I just signed a one-year contract with our team here in Denver, contingent on not publicly fucking up. It’s not the best deal ever,
Chapter – 0003GRACE He doesn’t even look down at what he’s holding. “Is this a welcome-to-the-neighborhood gift?”“Yes, I’ve come to say hello, but instead of bringing a fruitcake, I brought you sex dolls, condoms, and lube. Nothing screams ‘Hi, neighbor!’ quite like that.”“I could take a pass on the sex dolls, unless you’re into that kind of thing obviously. But a neighbor who looks like you bringing condoms and lube? Well, then: Hello, neighbor.” He grins.Hello, neighbor. It’s not explicitly sexual but I swear his words are saturated in sex. Hell, every part of this man is dripping with sex. He’s one of those men who just exudes it from his pores.Heat pools between my legs. Okay, the wine has to be the problem because I could swear this feels like attraction and I’m not attracted to guys like this—big, muscle-bound guys who look like they could pick me up and toss me over their shoulders and carry me up to their bedrooms…I clear my throat. “I’m not into that kind of thing, for
Chapter – 0002GRACE One more glass of wine later, I’m officially tipsy and emboldened. And, okay, curiosity is getting the better of me. I could just go online and look up who bought the house, but I kind of do want to see Mr. Dick Balsac with my own eyes.My own slightly inebriated eyes.I slip my shoes back on, hoisting the box up and carrying it outside. My day shift security detail, Brooks and Davis as they insist I call them instead of their first names Janice and Alice, reach out and steady the box as it threatens to slip from my grasp the second I set foot outside of my gated driveway.“I’m walking this next door,” I protest, my heel catching on the sidewalk. In retrospect, maybe I should have changed out of my work attire—suit and heels—to lug a box of blow-up dolls around. Or maybe I shouldn’t have had that second glass of wine. Probably the latter.“Would you like some help, ma’am?” Brooks asks.I peer around the large box as I walk. “Hey, do you remember that time when my
AUTHOR’S NOTE If you’re here for polite romance, fade-to-black sex, or anything resembling manners… close this book right now and go clutch your pearls somewhere else, sugar tits. You’ve been warned, princess. Chapter – 0001 GRACE I, Grace Monroe Sullivan, head of a charity foundation and daughter of Arthur Sullivan, the very conservative President of the United States, am staring at a cardboard box of blow-up dolls. And no, these are definitely not kids’ toys. I know the box contains blow-up dolls (free condoms and lube, too, apparently) because in bright orange lettering on the side, it announces the contents: LIFELIKE PERSONAL ROMANCE DOLLS! NOW WITH FREE GLOW-IN-THE-DARK-CONDOMS AND LUBRICANT! I suppose that could be helpful information if you’re wondering which of your many boxes contains your personal romance dolls. I thought sex shops were supposed to be more discreet than that, but maybe broadcasting your purchases is the hot new thing. I wouldn’t know because I







