Happily Ever All-Star: A Secret Baby Romance - Sosie Frost Page 0,305

at her.

“You think you can make me fall in love with you after three dates?”

I stepped closer. She didn’t retreat, and I was rewarded with the sweet tease of her scent—coconut and salt, a perfect sea-shore breeze.

“Falling for me isn’t the hard part.” I warned her.

“What’s the hard part?”

“Resisting me once you realize how perfect we are together.”

I pulled her close, and Elle let me hold her. The soft curves of her body pressed into mine. She’d drive a man crazy, especially with that teased bite of her lip. I hated every second she tormented that supple bit of sable with a nibble instead of my kiss.

“I want three dates, three nights to convince you that this is worth keeping,” I said. “And after those dates, Red? I guarantee you’ll be picking out a ring to put on that lovely finger.”

“Which one? This one?” She flashed me her middle finger. “Someone really ought to muzzle you.”

I wasn’t deterred. “I’m not hearing a no.”

“You want three dates?”

“And three nights.”

She stiffened. “Nights?”

“You get the whole husband package—the romance, the fun, and the sex.”

“Is there a lot of sex?”

I pulled her closer, touching my lips to hers. “More than you can handle.”

“I’m full of surprises.”

My cock flexed. She glanced down with an arched eyebrow.

“I like surprises.”

I tipped her chin, but she surged up to meet my kiss. Her tongue flicked over mine with a sexy little purr.

This was it. I had her. In my arms. Soon to be in my bed.

Three dates of sensual fun, excitement, and the absolute rush of making a woman fall in love with me.

And in return?

I’d get a beautiful wife. A hellcat in the sack. The only woman who pounded my heart more than a bungee jump from a bridge or cliff-diving in Mexico.

She’d be mine, and she’d love every second of it.

Elle guided me through the apartment as she devoured my kiss. Her breathy sighs and tender touch sent shocks right to my cock.

Christ, it had been too long without her.

Too many sleepless nights. Too many days spent dreaming about her.

Too many practices where I stared at her instead of the ball.

I tasted her on my lips, but it wasn’t enough. The instant I had her naked, I’d prove my devotion the best way I knew how. I’d drown in her desire. Cripple her with pleasure. Lose myself in her heated honey and the beautiful petals of her pussy, one that had clenched around me like a goddamned vice—

Elle pulled away from me.

The hell?

I wasn’t in her bedroom. I stood before her front door, opened wide, just like the zipper on my jeans.

“Sorry, Lachlan,” Elle pushed me into the hall. “Our once-upon-a-time is over.”

5

Elle

I should have destroyed the SD card when I had the chance.

It took a week before that decision came back to bite me in the butt, leaving teeth marks next to the nibble that was my marriage to Lachlan.

Monday’s practice wound down with limited requests from the team to take a shower with me, but Peter called to me before the guys shuffled off the field.

“Elle, let’s take a walk. Gotta talk to you.”

I wasn’t sure what would be harder—returning to training camp and facing the fifty-some men who’d witnessed my unintentional soapy burlesque show…or facing the one man who exposed me more than a dropped towel ever could.

Stripping could probably get me out of the conversation, but that’d be fighting fire with fire—the unethical against unethical. I kept my arms and legs in my shirt and leggings, and I bluffed an easy-breezy attitude with a quick redo of my ponytail—three times as I followed Peter off the field.

I couldn’t look at him. Peter had been a mentor to me. He’d taken a chance on a nineteen-year-old girl who needed a way to break into the world. Without him, I’d be trapped in some dead-end job with no way to see the cities and landmarks and natural wonders that first lured me from home.

But he was helping the team to cheat.

The photos were damning enough, and the league wouldn’t care who had or hadn’t seen them. Everyone was culpable for a crime like this. If they found out, everything would be lost. The team. Our reputation. The championship we’d won.

And all the players, all of my friends, would be ruined because of it.

Peter guided me to the tunnel, out of the team’s earshot. The grey peppering his beard spread through his hair. Had he always been this old?

“Elle, I’ve wanted to talk to you