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Copyright 2021 A.M. Williams
Once six months ago wasn’t enough for me. I wasn’t sure it would ever be enough. So he’d insulted me. Did that mean I couldn’t use his dick? No, it didn’t. And I wanted to use his dick badly His gaze was a physical caress on my body, raising goosebumps in its wake and making me yearn for his touch Watching him was an erotic dance that I couldn’t get enough of. Did he have a voodoo dick or something? What was this weird sorcery he was playing on my body? I was wet, embarrassingly so. And I’d just had the most erotic dream of my life about the guy that I’d rejected the night before. There were only so many dick pics a girl could handle, and I wasn’t holding my breath on Prince Charming. I needed to move on, I knew that. But it was so hard when my dating life had now been relegated to the Myxr app, where I had to wade through the fuck boys and douchebags to find my Prince Charming. Add in the dick pics and I was rolling in the trifecta of terrible guys. Who needed a man when you had a slightly overweight ginger cat that would suffocate you at night and purr while doing it? “What the fuck?” Derek asked, crossing his arms. I glanced around and hissed, “Sit your ass down.” He glared at me before climbing up and settling in next to me. I scooted away from him some, wanting a little distance between us just in case he got a wild hair to punch me. Distance was key. Derek was an intimidating guy. He was tall and built. He also had a mean fastball, and I was certain that translated into other areas. But I didn’t think Derek would punch me. He wouldn’t risk injuring himself because of his contract. Based on the scowl marring Derek’s face, I didn’t want to bank on there being no bodily harm just yet. “What are you up to?” Derek growled. I shrugged and dropped his gaze. “Nothing.” Note to self: Derek was territorial about his sister, not just his wife. Check. “Please. Based on what just happened on that field, you’re up to something and I want to know what it is.” “Why does it matter to you?” I asked as I looked back at him. “She’s my sister.” That wasn’t new information by any means. I knew that, as did the entire team. You’d have to be living under a rock not to know that. “And?” I finally asked. “I know that, but I was complimenting her on her playing. If I’d known it would bother her that much, I wouldn’t have said anything.” If I had to build a perfect woman, it would be Charlotte Nichols. Hands down. No contest. She was who I’d create. I was posing for a nude calendar that I knew the old women in the retirement community were going to buy and tease me about for years to come, and I was essentially lying to the woman I wanted to be with. I was in trouble when it came to King. There was just one problem. I didn’t date athletes, I didn’t like their egos. And King had an ego the size of the state. Review Coming Soon! About A.M. WilliamsFollow: Facebook | Twitter | Instagram | Reader Group | Goodreads | BookBub | Website | Amazon
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