Beauty and the Billionaire Bachelors

“Amazing.” I smiled. “I told Hunter about the game tomorrow and it was like instant medicine. He was inside his shell. You know how he gets. And then poof—he was over it and couldn’t wait to go to the museum.” I faced Hawk. “You did that. You made him so happy today.”

“Technically, I didn’t see the kid. I was in playbook meetings and watching tape.”

I swatted at his chest. “You know exactly what I mean.”

“I’m glad you’re both excited about the game. I think my friend Pops is going to be there too.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. He’s an

old friend. You may have seen him at Catch.”

I glared at him. “I worked there all of one night. I have tried to block it out.”

He chuckled. “I think that night turned out pretty good for both of us.”

I realized he had stepped toward me and I was backing up, step by step, toward the bedroom.

“You think?” I teased.

He nodded. “I do. But anyway. I didn’t want you to be surprised by Pops. He was sort of a father figure. He’s the one who got me to play peewee ball. Went to all my games as a kid.”

I missed my turn and my back landed against the wall.

Hawk’s hands pressed into the wall behind me.

“Sounds like another nice guy I know.” She smiled.

“I’m not a nice guy,” he growled. The sound sent shivers down my spine all the way to my core.

“Yes, you are,” I pushed back.

“Are you trying to test me, baby?” His finger hooked on my scarf and it loosened from my neck.

“I know how nice you are.” I baited him again.

“Fuck, and I thought you paid attention this morning.” He gripped my chin between his fingers as he plunged his tongue into my mouth, holding me in a fiery kiss. His body pinned me to the wall.

“Everything you did was sweet,” I breathed.

His fingers threaded through my hair, yanking my head up. His teeth grazed over my throat. “Then I need to reintroduce you to my cock, baby.”

I gasped. I felt the warm rush between my legs. He had already made me soak my panties and I was fully clothed. We hadn’t made it to the bed yet.

I couldn’t stop. I looked in his eyes. “Tender. Gentle.”

He growled. “You know exactly what you’re doing.”

I shook my head. “And so warm. Kind, really.”

His teeth sank into my shoulder. I wobbled. “You know you’re getting ready to get fucked so hard, baby.”

I shook my head wildly. “Please.”

“You don’t get to make requests.”

My eyes widened. He cut through me with his piercing stare.