Pick Six (Seattle Phantom Football #1)

by Maggie Rawdon

“I saw her fucking first,” I grouch because I’d not only seen her first, but I’d fucking kissed her first.

“I probably got what I deserved for what I was thinking after you told me you’re divorced.”

There has to be some psychological term for it. White knight adoration syndrome maybe? Except Alex is no fucking white knight. He’s the villain in just about everyone’s story, even his own.

I’m as likely to punch him as I am to fuck him most days. It’s a disaster waiting to happen.

“Worried you’re going to fall for me, Saint?” Terrified is more like it.

“You remember who I am right? Your best friend’s ex-wife?” “I had you first.”

“Fuck, you taste like sin, Saint.

“Yeah? You want more? Take it. Use me how you need me then.”

Sometimes I just look at you and feel that little schoolgirl flutter.”

“You want water?” She stands. “I’ll give you a breather but then I want you to bend me over this table and pull my hair while you take me. I’ll look for the apron while I’m in there.”

“You’re the most beautiful fucking thing I’ve seen in my life. You know that? And the way you sound when you come on my cock like that? Fuck. You’re gonna steal my fucking soul, Saint.”

“I need you. You’re my path, Saint. My pilgrimage. The one who keeps me grounded. The one that takes me back to you and puts me on my knees every night hoping that I finally get to have you for good.”