The Wrong Quarterback (The Wrong Player, #1)

by C.R. Jane

“What did Nala say to Simba in bed?”

“Fine. Hurry,”

“Move fasta,”

“Move fasta. Mufasa,”

“Y’all need to get a better sense of humor.”

First steps to becoming a stalker: figuring out everything I could about my girl.

“Matthew Clay Adler, get your fucking ass out of the truck, or I swear, I will find a ghost, and I’m going to sic him on your ass for the rest of eternity!”

“You taste so good, baby,” he said between wild kisses. “I’m done. Ruined. I need this, every day. Fuck.”

“Are you going to be a good girl and let me eat that perfect pussy?”

“Good, then I’ll be your first and your last, Casey Larsen, and I’ll get to ruin you, baby, starting right fucking now.”

“You don’t get to regret this. You don’t get to regret me. I’ll let you run tonight, but get ready for me, baby. It’s go time tomorrow. You let me taste you. There’s no ending to this story where I don’t get it all.”

“Alright, well I’m going to go check my stocks.”

“What? That’s your response to me telling you I’m keeping my soulmate in my basement?”