Hat Trick (D.C. Stars, #4)

by Chelsea Curto

I’m quiet; she’s loud. The life of every party and vivacious as hell with witty comebacks and a laugh that would bring any man to his knees. And if it were me down there, I’d wear a collar and crawl if she asked me to.

Love a man who worships his woman

“She wasn’t finished speaking,” Riley says, deathly low. The look in his eye is murderous. A shiver races up my spine when he curls his fingers into a fist. My cheeks turn bright red when he stares at my boss and tilts his head to the side. “And her name is Lexi. L-e-x-i. That’s not difficult, is it? Treat her with respect and get it right, or I’m leaving.”

Ugh this is so sexy. Bless Mitchy

“If there’s one thing I love to do, it’s prove everyone who’s ever doubted me wrong.

Same, girl, same

“Of course I was fucking jealous. He had your attention. And I’m fucking desperate for it.”

But here’s the thing, Lexi. I’m not going to be able to sleep. I’m not going to be able to eat. I’m not going to be able to do anything except wonder if you’re okay and taken care of. Put me out of my misery and let me do it for you.”

He’s looking at my baggage. Sticking out his hand, saying here. I can help.

“If you want to run, I’ll chase you. If you want to build a wall to keep me out, I’ll climb it. If you need time, I’ll give it to you.