Semua Bab SIN:BATION — 20 DADDIES SECRET: Bab 271 - Bab 280

Story 2Maggie's POV"Just relax your hips, Maggie, and keep your breathing steady while I adjust this screen," Dr. Adrian Croft murmured, his voice smooth and clinical as the sharp slide of a canvas curtain cut the examination room completely in half."Is this really necessary, Doctor?" my husband, Mark, asked from the other side of the fabric, his voice slightly muffled but close enough that I could hear him shifting anxiously in his chair. "I thought I'd be able to hold her hand during the procedure.""It's purely for sterile protocol during this specific fertility alignment, Mark," Dr. Adrian replied smoothly, though his dark eyes locked onto mine with a sudden, predatory intensity as he stepped into my half of the divided room. "Any dust or outside interference can disrupt the pelvic reading, so I need to keep this side completely isolated, but you can talk to her the entire time.""Okay, if you say so," Mark sighed, the sound of his knuckles cracking behind the thick curtain mak

"Hey! Can you step backward a bit, please?""You’re pushing me," I gasped, my chest pressing hard against the cold metal guardrail. "Stop, please. I can't move.""I can't help it," a deep voice groaned right behind me. "The whole crowd from the main stage just surged. Hold on."I tried to twist my head, but the sea of people slammed forward again. Maybe I should have just stayed at home, because what the actual fuck brought me to this carnival was what I couldn't tell. The scent of rain, funnel cake, and pure male sweat hit my nose as a massive bass line dropped from the speakers overhead, vibrating straight through the dirt and into my sneakers."I can't breathe," I whispered, my ribs straining against my crop top. "Seriously? Do something!" I screamed in discomfort."Okay, I’ve got you," the guy right behind me said.Two big, warm hands clamped onto my hips and he pulled me backward, using his own back to shield me from the crushing weight of the crowd. The change was instant. I fel

Two days later, my heart was practically leaping out of my chest as I walked down the street toward the school’s contracted tailor shop, my hands squeezing the straps of my backpack because the reality of finally making the varsity cheer squad had kept me grinning for forty-eight hours straight.The shop was busy when I pushed the glass door open, and several other girls from the junior varsity team were already standing around the cutting tables while a bell chimed overhead to signal my arrival."Take a seat over there, Chloe, and wait until I'm finished with the others," a deep, gruff voice called out from the back of the room, belonging to Mr. Harrison, the senior tailor who had been styling the school’s athletic uniforms for over twenty-five years.He was a graying, stern-faced man in his late fifties with a tape measure draped around his neck, and his cold, calculating eyes lingered on me for a second too long before he turned back to pin a sleeve for one of the other girls."Oka

"You're late, Chloe. Again,do you think the varsity squad operates on your personal schedule, or do you just think you're special?" Coach Vance’s voice boomed across the massive, empty gymnasium, the sharp echo bouncing off the high steel rafters and the polished hardwood floor while the double doors at the far end of the hall swung shut behind the last of the departing girls. "I'm sorry, Coach, my last class ran over and I ran as fast as I could," I panted, my chest heaving beneath my tight practice tank top as the cool evening air of the gym did nothing to cool the hot, frantic flush rising on my skin. "Save the excuses because tomorrow is the big display, and right now, you're the only one who hasn't run the final routine," he muttered, his boots clicking slowly against the floor as he walked over to the equipment bin, pulling out a pair of metallic gold poms and tossing them directly at my chest. "Grab those glitters and get to the center circle. Let's see if you actually remem

Jax unzipped his wet jacket, letting it drop to the floor with a heavy thud, and stood there in a tight black t-shirt that clung to his muscles while he gently traced my jawline with his thumb."You are so beautiful," he murmured. "The moment I heard your voice on that phone, I knew I was in trouble.""Me too," I whispered, wrapping my arms around his neck to pull him close. "Stop talking, Jax."He leaned down and kissed me, a deep, hungry kiss that stole the air from my lungs while I let out a soft sigh against his warm mouth. His arms wrapped possessively around me, holding me tight against his hard frame."Chelsea," he groaned, guiding me backward until the back of my knees hit the mattress and we sank onto the soft sheets together. He hovered over me, supporting his weight on his forearms as he looked down at me with a fierce hunger. "Tell me you want this.""I want you, Jax, right now," I said, as the rain continued to lash violently against the bedroom window."Chelsea," Jax gro