Fighter Daddy: A Bad Boy Secret Baby MMA Sports Romance Read Online Free Page A
Author: Marci Fawn
with Lee for a minute. He never bothered to hide anything he thought or felt, and right now he's an open book to me. I pray that Susan and Philip don't pick up on it. I don't think I'd ever outlive that one.
We're seated next to each other, with me facing Philip and Lee facing Susan. The table isn't very big and I can feel the warmth of Lee's body. His leg is pressed against mine. His scent carries easily over to me—strong, masculine, pure testosterone. No wonder my body is reacting the way it is. Two minutes in a room with Lee and I'm any female mammal, drawn to the strongest specimen like bees to honey.
Susan and Philip tell us about their meeting and the wedding they're – I mean she is – planning, while I politely try to eat something. Even the smallest task seems like a chore, because Lee is exactly as I remember him.
Back in high school, he was the guy all the girls wanted. In hindsight, it was pretty embarrassing. He was pretty much a king in a harem and could take his pick from the bunch of us. Of course, then I thought it was romantic, somehow. Him having all that power over us... God.
He knew about my crush. I don't think anyone with half a brain could have missed that. And then Lee came and took what he wanted. And since I wanted him so badly, I gave him everything I had.
What happened next didn't surprise anyone. In short, the guy isn't exactly a prince.
So why am I letting him grope my thigh?
Naturally, the reason is that I'm still that little girl that thinks Lee Mason is God's gift to women. Or at least to one woman. Me.
I accept a drink from Philip very thankfully and down it with one gulp. Susan looks at me oddly, but writes it off as my reaction to her news. I get a quick refill and thank God for that, because Lee's hand is moving higher, bringing my skirt along with it. I don't know how it's possible that Susan and Philip notice nothing, but their expressions are pure glee.
They talk about their awkward first date, then a few good ones. Confusion, doubts, then a happy proposal. It will all be soon followed by a beautiful private wedding in Hawaii—sorry you guys aren't invited—and a honeymoon in Paris. The whole package, it seems.
I'm happy for them, I guess. Philip seems like a good guy, maybe he'll be the one to make Susan settle down at last.
Only I've floated away to another plane of reality. Lee has drawn my skirt up as high as it goes and his hand is sliding up and down on my thigh. I can feel the strength in his arm, the power and the desire. His fingers grope my skin, soft and warm and firm. I have to bite down on my tongue not to moan.
He isn't even doing anything that sensual; merely the idea of Lee touching me is making me so wet I think I'm going to come soon. That would be the most embarrassing thing to ever happen to me by far, so I’m pretty sure it’s going to happen just to prove a point to me.
I try to take control of the situation and while Susan and Philip are looking at each other, I nudge Lee's hand away. I adjust my skirt and carry on with the conversation, which is about me now.
Next to me, Lee grins that promising smirk and I see his eyes flash with lust. Don't I know anything? I shouldn’t make a challenge to a guy who lives for it. Dammit.
I try to tell them about my work, but Lee's taking his dress shirt off now, painstakingly unbuttoning each button and making me glance at his tattooed knuckles. Underneath he's wearing a tight T-shirt and by gods, that man is ripped. No, not ripped. I don't think there's a word in my vocabulary that does his body justice. My eyes roam the muscles of his arms, flexing when he reaches for something. I want those hands wrapped around me so badly I think I'll lose my mind if I can't have it.
I realize I haven't said anything for a while now and frankly, I don't even know what I was talking about. I don't even know if I was talking. Aunt Susan and Philip both look at me quizzically. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Lee
We're seated next to each other, with me facing Philip and Lee facing Susan. The table isn't very big and I can feel the warmth of Lee's body. His leg is pressed against mine. His scent carries easily over to me—strong, masculine, pure testosterone. No wonder my body is reacting the way it is. Two minutes in a room with Lee and I'm any female mammal, drawn to the strongest specimen like bees to honey.
Susan and Philip tell us about their meeting and the wedding they're – I mean she is – planning, while I politely try to eat something. Even the smallest task seems like a chore, because Lee is exactly as I remember him.
Back in high school, he was the guy all the girls wanted. In hindsight, it was pretty embarrassing. He was pretty much a king in a harem and could take his pick from the bunch of us. Of course, then I thought it was romantic, somehow. Him having all that power over us... God.
He knew about my crush. I don't think anyone with half a brain could have missed that. And then Lee came and took what he wanted. And since I wanted him so badly, I gave him everything I had.
What happened next didn't surprise anyone. In short, the guy isn't exactly a prince.
So why am I letting him grope my thigh?
Naturally, the reason is that I'm still that little girl that thinks Lee Mason is God's gift to women. Or at least to one woman. Me.
I accept a drink from Philip very thankfully and down it with one gulp. Susan looks at me oddly, but writes it off as my reaction to her news. I get a quick refill and thank God for that, because Lee's hand is moving higher, bringing my skirt along with it. I don't know how it's possible that Susan and Philip notice nothing, but their expressions are pure glee.
They talk about their awkward first date, then a few good ones. Confusion, doubts, then a happy proposal. It will all be soon followed by a beautiful private wedding in Hawaii—sorry you guys aren't invited—and a honeymoon in Paris. The whole package, it seems.
I'm happy for them, I guess. Philip seems like a good guy, maybe he'll be the one to make Susan settle down at last.
Only I've floated away to another plane of reality. Lee has drawn my skirt up as high as it goes and his hand is sliding up and down on my thigh. I can feel the strength in his arm, the power and the desire. His fingers grope my skin, soft and warm and firm. I have to bite down on my tongue not to moan.
He isn't even doing anything that sensual; merely the idea of Lee touching me is making me so wet I think I'm going to come soon. That would be the most embarrassing thing to ever happen to me by far, so I’m pretty sure it’s going to happen just to prove a point to me.
I try to take control of the situation and while Susan and Philip are looking at each other, I nudge Lee's hand away. I adjust my skirt and carry on with the conversation, which is about me now.
Next to me, Lee grins that promising smirk and I see his eyes flash with lust. Don't I know anything? I shouldn’t make a challenge to a guy who lives for it. Dammit.
I try to tell them about my work, but Lee's taking his dress shirt off now, painstakingly unbuttoning each button and making me glance at his tattooed knuckles. Underneath he's wearing a tight T-shirt and by gods, that man is ripped. No, not ripped. I don't think there's a word in my vocabulary that does his body justice. My eyes roam the muscles of his arms, flexing when he reaches for something. I want those hands wrapped around me so badly I think I'll lose my mind if I can't have it.
I realize I haven't said anything for a while now and frankly, I don't even know what I was talking about. I don't even know if I was talking. Aunt Susan and Philip both look at me quizzically. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Lee
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