MILLION BALLER BABY: A Secret Baby, Second Chance, Sports Romance
Bad Boy Ballers, #1
BLURB:
She’s NFL royalty. He’s the star quarterback of a tanking
team. When she takes ownership, balls will roll . . . and the truth will out.
Rafe Macintyre—the rocket-armed Carolina Crush
quarterback—has nothing to lose and everything to prove. All because of one
woman . . . Miss Peyton Fox. When the tough-as-nails chick takes over as team
owner, Rafe is ready to turn the epic-fail season into a Super Bowl
championship. But the winning has to start with Peyton’s love.
No stranger to playas on and off the field, Peyton Fox is
born and bred NFL royalty. Been there, done him, and called the plays even
before she took up the Carolina Crush crown. She has zero time for a love life
and even less time for games unless they happen between the endzones.
Unfortunately, Rafe Macintyre has one hell of an arm, and he’s full of hot
southern charm. He’s not too bad to drool over either, but it’s been five years
since she tangled with him—a mistake she doesn’t plan on repeating.
The consequences of one night of rebellion will last a
lifetime. It’s all fun and games until someone gets knocked up.
I led Peyton upstairs after grabbing her bag, our hands brushing
together sending that same hot sizzle coursing through my body.
“You can shower up in here.” I guided her into my room, giving
it a quick once over.
I’d changed the sheets, made the bed, tidied the fuck up . . .
Dammit. I’d missed a pair of
briefs on the floor.
Swiftly kicking them under the bed while Peyton inspected the
ocean view outside the tall windows, I said, “Bathroom’s through that door. I
put out fresh towels for you.”
And dammmn, Peyton
looked good in my bedroom when she spun to face me. “This is your room?”
“Mmm.” My gaze
lingered on her body and that goddamn bikini-thing.
“What about you?” she asked, strolling closer.
“Are you inviting me to join you in the shower?” Because if so I
was in danger of shredding my shorts with my rapidly hardening cock.
“Maybe.” She blushed deliciously.
Drawing her straight against me, I brushed a light kiss over her
smooth, slightly salty lips. “Trust me, darlin’. If my mom and Liv weren’t here
I’d have us both stripped down and you
soaking wet in ten seconds flat.”
Her fingertips made small circles through the black hair on my
chest, and I cursed quietly. “Who says you haven’t already made me wet?”
I barely refrained from mauling her. She had to feel the solid
bar of my cock hot and throbbing and pressing against her belly.
“I’d love to find out.” My palms skimmed to her hips, but she
pulled back an inch.
Her cheeks flushed even more. “I suppose this happens a lot.”
“What?”
Her bare feet overlapping, she shrugged. “Having women over. And
I don’t mean your mom and Liv.”
I tilted her chin beneath my knuckles, lifting her eyes to mine.
“Peyton Fox, you’re the first woman who’s ever been in this bedroom. I swear.”
She whimpered once then I crushed her against me. The floodgates
opened and our lips slid together. She gripped the back of my neck. I hauled
her up and wrapped her legs around my waist. Our hot tongues tangled, tasted.
And I was so close to slamming her against the wall. Her grinding hips were
making me crazy.
When she started nibbling my neck with her soft moist mouth I
had to break away before I ripped her suit off and tackled her to the floor.
Fuck me. Her nipples were making peaks in the material of that
sexy blue suit, so hard I could think of nothing but sucking them.
“Rafe.”
“Huh?”
“You’re staring at my boobs.”
I stared some more. Mighta drooled, too. “Because I want them in
my mouth.”
When she started untying the string behind her neck, I pivoted
away. “Fuck. Don’t test me, Pey.”
I heard the wet slap of her suit hitting the floor, and it took
the last shred of my willpower to keep my eyes glued straight ahead. Struggling
to breathe deeply enough for air to actually inflate my lungs, I stood like a
wooden soldier. A very stiff wooden soldier.
And when I felt her bare tits—warm from the sun—brush against my
back, I jerked forward as if burned.
“Now I gotta go cool down before I do something everyone will
hear.” I rushed out of the room, her smoky laughter following me all the way.
Hurrying downstairs, I stripped off and dove into the outside
shower, hitting that shit on straight-up ice cold. No joy. Even the icy
prickles of water couldn’t deflate my cock.
Author Bio
Rie is the badass,
sassafras author of Sugar Daddy and the Don’t Tell series–a breakthrough
trilogy that crosses traditional publishing boundaries beginning with In His
Command. Her latest endeavor, the Carolina Bad Boys series, is fun, hot, and
southern-sexy.
A Yankee transplant who
has traveled the world, Rie started out a writer—causing her college professor
to blush over her erotic poetry without one ounce of shame. Not much has
changed. She swapped pen for paintbrushes and followed her other love during
her twenties. From art school to marriage to children and many a wild and
wonderful journey in between, Rie has come home to her calling. Her work has
been called edgy, daring, and some of the sexiest smut around.
You can connect with Rie
via the social media hangouts listed on her website https://www.riewarren.com. She is represented by Saritza Hernandez,
Corvisiero Literary Agency. http://www.corvisieroagency.com/Saritza_Hernandez.html
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