Hearts in Overtime: A Bad Boy Sports Romance by Daphne Swan Read Free Book Online Page B

it comes down to it, a sort of prostitution.
    But he’s sooooooo hot…
    And I want him so badly it hurts.
    Ryan leans his head back and arches an eyebrow. That’s when it hits me: he expects me to freak out on him. He expects me to unleash my fury upon him and then go storming out of the training facility, never to return. He wants this. If I quit the project, he won’t have to deal with me probing into his life. Sure, they’d bring in someone else to take over, but it’d take time to arrange it, and Ryan would probably start the same crap with anyone who came in to replace me.
    Argh! He was just so infuriating!
    Well, I’ll be damned if I’m going to play into his hands. I will call him on his bluff. If he chooses to put the brakes on then, so be it. If not…let’s just say my mouth is already watering at the prospect.
    I look Ryan straight in the eye and say, “You’ve got yourself a deal.”
     

8. RYAN
     
     
    Wait…what?
    It takes a second to register what’s really happening. I thought for sure that Charlotte would flounce out of here—after giving me a shrill lecture, of course—and that would be the end of her. Is she really going to…?
    She drops to her knees and starts unbuckling my belt.
    Yeah, she definitely is.
    I’m not sure how to feel about this. On the one hand, she’s hot in a wholesome, girl-next-door-with-giant-tits kind of way. I’m stoked that she’s agreed to suck my cock. In fact I’m elated. But I hate the idea that she’s only doing it out of obligation.
    I hate the idea that I bullied her into this with my childish behavior.
    She’s gotten my belt unbuckled and now her pretty pink painted fingers are fumbling with the button of my jeans.
    This isn’t what I want.
    “Charlotte, wait.”
    I reach down with both my hands to pull hers off my crotch. She gazes up at me with curious eyes, and I wrap my fingers around her hands.
    “What’s the problem?” she asks.
    Oh, fuck. How can I answer this without sounding like a pansy ass bitch?
    “Look,” I say with all the authority I can muster. “I may be a lot of things but I’m not some sleazy jackass who has to bully chicks into performing sexual favors.”
    She gives me a thoughtful nod.
    “So…” Leaving the rest unsaid, I motion for her to get up.
    She doesn’t budge, which isn’t helping matters at all. I’ve got a hot chick down on her knees in front of me. It’s no wonder that my cock is desperate for freedom.
    Charlotte places a hand on my knee, but instead of using it as an aid to get back up on her feet, she runs it slowly up the length of my thigh. She looks up at me with those gorgeous lips of hers in the cutest little pout.
    “Well…that sucks,” she murmurs.
    Again, she’s thrown me into a loop. What’s she saying here?
    “I kinda had my heart set on tasting you, Ryan.”
    Oh, fuck . My cock is straining against my clothing like a wild fucking animal. Either we go ahead with this or I’m going to have to rub one out. Like now.
    “Are you sure?”
    “I’m positive,” she says.
    With a nod, I give my assent. She doesn’t waste any time unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans, and I breathe a huge sigh of relief when she sets my cock free.
    She looks up at me with a smile as she adjusts her position, nestling that soft, curvy body of hers between my thighs and taking the head of my cock into her mouth.
    Fuck me. She’s good. I lean my head back and utter a low moan as she swirls her tongue around the tip in a playful sort of way. She gives me slow, seductive kisses all the way down my shaft and up again before opening wide and swallowing me down.
    I groan, burying my fingers in that thick, lush red hair of hers as she bobs her head up and down over my lap. Her movements are slow and methodical, very sensual and very sexy.
    She reaches down and finds my balls. Her soft, delicate hands stroke and massage them as her lips slide up and down my cock. Every now and then she gives my ball sack a little