Cross-Checked (Boston Rebels, #3)

by Julia Connors

Beating the shit out of her then husband wasn’t my smartest move, but I have zero patience for men who verbally abuse and physically intimidate women.

Because Ronan McCabe hasn’t looked at me with this lost puppy dog look in a very long time, and the last time he did, it ruined my marriage and almost ruined his career.

I’m not sure why, but babies love me. It’s a cruel trick of nature, I guess, to give a woman who can’t have kids the ability to calm any baby she comes into contact with.

For a split second, I wish Abby was my baby, because I’d love to be the one to normalize women in sports bringing their babies to work. But that ship sailed a long time ago.

a truth I will never reveal to a single living soul—is that I couldn’t stop looking at her holding my baby.

I kissed my boss. She definitely kissed me back. Clothes were shed. Her tits were in my hands, her nipple in my mouth, and her clit throbbing under my thumb. My cock was hot and hard in her hand. How do we ever come back from that?

“I want to make sure that there’s no miscommunication at all. Because once is an accident, but if I stay here with you again tonight, it’s not an accident, and it’s not a mistake. It’s a choice.”

“Oh, Sunshine, I’ve been waiting for you for a fucking decade. I could wait longer . . . I would wait longer, if I had to.”

“My plan is to ruin you for every other man, forever. You just have to ask.”

“Taking care of your needs feels like the bare fucking minimum, Alessandra. And if doing that ruins you, then prepare to be spoiled senseless.”