Boarded Hearts (Seattle Scorpions, #1)

by Ruth Stilling

For those who bravely face a silent battle with themselves each day. You are never alone.

“Just admiring your sweatpants,” I reply with a surprisingly steady tone. Wait, admiring his sweatpants? Just tell him you were staring at his crotch next time.

“Felicity, believe me, I want in your pants. I can’t lie to you and say I don’t because I’m insanely attracted to you. But I have zero interest in getting you naked today if it means tomorrow, you won’t answer my calls. Because I will be calling you. I don’t know exactly what this is because I’ve never been in this position before. I just know I want to be in you and around you.”

Jon Morgan exudes sex. When I say sex, I don’t mean the thank you very much that was a lovely night kind of sex. Oh no. I mean passionate, all-night-long, rail you into the mattress until you see stars and then rail you some more sex. Fucking you in each room of his apartment, taking you on every surface, and worshipping your body until your voice fails you.

Jon’s eyes sparkle. “Oh, is that right? Well, I need the details on this guy for making moves on my girl. Can’t say as I blame him for trying though.” My girl. My. Girl. Oh, Jesus.

The man is infatuated with you. Obsessed. Like, gone for you. It will take more than a hissy fit to drive that man away.

So where did you end up last night? Your last known whereabouts was Jensen’s knee.

I’m a good girl. I don’t need to be punished.

I’d love to eat you out under your desk. On my knees between your gorgeous thighs.

“Do you have a breeding kink, Mr. Morgan?” I tease. His tongue swipes across his bottom lip. “I do now.”

“You love him.” My tears spill over, and I turn back around to face Adam. “With all my heart.”

My life feels like a version of Groundhog Day.

“You aren’t just everything I want, Felicity; you’re everything I need.”