FOOTBALL ROMANCE: SECRET BABY ROMANCE: Going Pro (Bad Boy Alpha Male Pregnancy Romance) (Contemporary New Adult Sports Romance) by Vanessa La Porte
Authors: Vanessa La Porte
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to wherever he came from in his private jet that he was reputed to own.
“Can I help you miss?” The receptionist asked, taking in my disheveled condition.
“Uh, no I’m, I’m okay thanks.” I said as I headed right for the elevator.
“Miss…? Are you currently staying at this hotel?”
“My friend is, he gave me his card…” I said as the elevator stopped and the doors opened.
“Miss, if I could just get you to wait there please.” The Receptionist said, her voice getting tenser, and higher pitched. A security guard started to walk towards me, I panicked and jumped into the elevator, pressing the close-door button and then swiped the card, pressing the button for the eleventh floor.
As the elevator ascended the bowels of the hotel I looked at the floor-guide. The eleventh floor was the penthouse floor. I gulped as I realized that I had come here with no plan, other than to give him his jacket and leave. I took the jacket off and felt the chill air of the small air conditioning unit in the lift bring gooseflesh to my skin.
The elevator dinged as the doors to the eleventh floor opened. There was a very short corridor that led to a single door with a security card slot in the door. A large man, the same one who had been to the reunion with Jason stood outside the door.
I lost my nerve. Why would a man as rich and powerful as Jason McKenzie want a washed out woman like me, he had supermodels hanging off him for heaven’s sake! I handed the goon the jacket. I turned and walked back to the elevator, knowing that I could never really have him, I was just grateful for what we had tonight.
The lift doors closed and I rode it down with sorrow in my broken heart. The doors opened a short time later and I was blocked in by a body.
Strong hands caressed my cheeks, lifting my face up to eager lips.
I responded to his taste, his scent, eagerly kissing him back as he pressed my body against the back wall of the elevator. My heart pounded in joy, but caution forced me to pull away, panting.
I looked into Jason’s eyes and whimpered, he pulled me into his tight embrace and pressed the button for the eleventh floor.
When the lift stopped, he picked me up and carried me into his penthouse room. I was placed gently on the bed, my shoes removed, my dress unzipped and slipped down over my body. He stood there, a tumbler of whiskey in hand and looked over my lingerie-clad body.
“Jason…” I whispered, afraid to speak his name any louder, in case this was a dream.
“Shh…” he said softly. He set aside his tumbler and crawled up over my body, his lips tracing a path from my slightly swollen and still painful ankle, up my inner legs and to the juncture of my thighs. He slipped his thumbs inside the waistband of my panties and slipped them down. His lips meeting the waxed skin of my bare pussy.
I heard him moan as his tongue slid out to taste me, no doubt I still had some of his cum inside me and the smell of sex grew stronger in the room as he exposed me. I flushed thinking that the scent was coming from me, that I was responsible for the mood in the room getting more heated by the second.
I gasped as he went down on me, his lips suckling the puffed lips of my labia into his warm, wet mouth. His tongue slid between the folds of my pussy, tasting our mingling sex and devouring me as his tongue flicked over my sensitive clit. I moaned, his voice rumbled against my sensitive pussy.
“Carly, I want you, I need you…” He said, his lips teasing me with each word.
“Take me, Jason…” I whimpered. I hadn’t realized he had changed out of his clothes and stood there magnificently nude before me. I admired the planes of his body, sculpted finely like an artist had made him out of flesh to perfection.
No longer was he the lanky young boy whom I had given my first kiss, my virginity and my heart to, but a man stood there. Resplendent in his masculinity. His cock stood proud and hard, bobbing as he moved to rise
“Can I help you miss?” The receptionist asked, taking in my disheveled condition.
“Uh, no I’m, I’m okay thanks.” I said as I headed right for the elevator.
“Miss…? Are you currently staying at this hotel?”
“My friend is, he gave me his card…” I said as the elevator stopped and the doors opened.
“Miss, if I could just get you to wait there please.” The Receptionist said, her voice getting tenser, and higher pitched. A security guard started to walk towards me, I panicked and jumped into the elevator, pressing the close-door button and then swiped the card, pressing the button for the eleventh floor.
As the elevator ascended the bowels of the hotel I looked at the floor-guide. The eleventh floor was the penthouse floor. I gulped as I realized that I had come here with no plan, other than to give him his jacket and leave. I took the jacket off and felt the chill air of the small air conditioning unit in the lift bring gooseflesh to my skin.
The elevator dinged as the doors to the eleventh floor opened. There was a very short corridor that led to a single door with a security card slot in the door. A large man, the same one who had been to the reunion with Jason stood outside the door.
I lost my nerve. Why would a man as rich and powerful as Jason McKenzie want a washed out woman like me, he had supermodels hanging off him for heaven’s sake! I handed the goon the jacket. I turned and walked back to the elevator, knowing that I could never really have him, I was just grateful for what we had tonight.
The lift doors closed and I rode it down with sorrow in my broken heart. The doors opened a short time later and I was blocked in by a body.
Strong hands caressed my cheeks, lifting my face up to eager lips.
I responded to his taste, his scent, eagerly kissing him back as he pressed my body against the back wall of the elevator. My heart pounded in joy, but caution forced me to pull away, panting.
I looked into Jason’s eyes and whimpered, he pulled me into his tight embrace and pressed the button for the eleventh floor.
When the lift stopped, he picked me up and carried me into his penthouse room. I was placed gently on the bed, my shoes removed, my dress unzipped and slipped down over my body. He stood there, a tumbler of whiskey in hand and looked over my lingerie-clad body.
“Jason…” I whispered, afraid to speak his name any louder, in case this was a dream.
“Shh…” he said softly. He set aside his tumbler and crawled up over my body, his lips tracing a path from my slightly swollen and still painful ankle, up my inner legs and to the juncture of my thighs. He slipped his thumbs inside the waistband of my panties and slipped them down. His lips meeting the waxed skin of my bare pussy.
I heard him moan as his tongue slid out to taste me, no doubt I still had some of his cum inside me and the smell of sex grew stronger in the room as he exposed me. I flushed thinking that the scent was coming from me, that I was responsible for the mood in the room getting more heated by the second.
I gasped as he went down on me, his lips suckling the puffed lips of my labia into his warm, wet mouth. His tongue slid between the folds of my pussy, tasting our mingling sex and devouring me as his tongue flicked over my sensitive clit. I moaned, his voice rumbled against my sensitive pussy.
“Carly, I want you, I need you…” He said, his lips teasing me with each word.
“Take me, Jason…” I whimpered. I hadn’t realized he had changed out of his clothes and stood there magnificently nude before me. I admired the planes of his body, sculpted finely like an artist had made him out of flesh to perfection.
No longer was he the lanky young boy whom I had given my first kiss, my virginity and my heart to, but a man stood there. Resplendent in his masculinity. His cock stood proud and hard, bobbing as he moved to rise
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