Page 74 of The New York Nighthawks: Vol 1

“Wait here until I come to get you.” He claimed my mouth in a passionate kiss before sliding off the mattress to stride into the en suite bathroom. About five minutes later, he returned and scooped me off the bed to carry me all the way to the tub that was now filled with hot water.

“Oh, wow,” I sighed. “This feels amazing.”

“Looks fucking fantastic, too.”

I went to smile up at him, but my gaze snagged on his hard length as I extended an arm. “I bet it would feel even better if you joined me.”

“Sorry, baby.” He bent low and gave me a quick kiss. “Your pussy needs a little break before I take you again.”

I knew he was right, but I still grumbled, “Hopefully not too long of one. I’m already hooked.”

“You better be.” He flashed me a cocky smirk. “I promise to make it up to you tonight, even if that means I eat your pussy and make you come over and over again until you can’t take anymore.”

“Great plan,” I murmured, shivering at the sensual promise in his tone.

He turned on his heel to pad over to the shower, and I stared at his perfect butt until the glass door fogged over. Then I closed my eyes and leaned my head against the towel he’d left on the edge of the tub for me to use as a pillow. I must have dozed off because the next time my lids drifted open, the water had cooled, and Jordan was standing next to the tub, dressed in a pair of athletic shorts and a T-shirt.

“Time to get out before you turn into a prune,” he teased, grabbing a fluffy white towel from the bar to hold it out for me.

After I was dried off—and turned on again, something that happened anytime Jordan touched me…or even looked at me—I was surprised to find a change of clothes waiting for me on the bed. “Where did these come from?”

“I had the personal shopper bring over some stuff for you to keep here.”

“Really?” My gaze darted toward his walk-in closet. “When?”

“After she dropped off the dresses and shoes for the gala,” he explained with a sheepish grin.

“You really were planning on us being real this whole time,” I whispered as I got dressed. It wasn’t that I hadn’t believed him last night but seeing the proof of how serious he was about us made me feel it on another level.

“Damn straight,” he growled, tugging me close to lay another kiss on me.

When he finally lifted his head again, I felt breathless and a little dizzy. So much so that I totally missed what he said. “Could you repeat that?”

Jordan smirked as he replied, “We slept in later than I expected. Prentice and his wife are hosting a barbecue that starts soon. It’s a whole day thing, so they figured they’d kick it off around eleven.”

“Oh.” I hated the idea of being away from him all day, but I couldn’t blame him for wanting to go over to his teammate’s house when he had plans with them. “If they don’t live nearby, maybe you could drop me off on your way.”

“Sorry, no can do.”

My shoulders slumped. “I guess I could grab a rideshare instead.”

“Not a chance.” He pulled me into his arms and brushed a kiss against the top of my head. “You’re coming with me.”

I leaned back to peer up at him, my nose scrunching. “Are you sure? I wasn’t invited and wouldn’t even know anyone else who’s there.”

“Trust me, they won’t mind.” He chuckled and shook his head. “The only thing you’ll have to worry about is Naomi grilling you for all the details about how we got together, and then doing a little victory dance once she realizes that she’s indirectly responsible for us meeting.”

It turned out that Jordan was right, and I was concerned for no reason. His friends from the team welcomed me with open arms when we arrived at their star quarterback’s home. And it wasn’t long before Naomi and Ember—who’d been quick to assure me that she had zero interest in Jordan and was happily involved with Naomi’s brother—cornered me to ask about Jordan and me.

When I finished explaining how it all went down, Ember had to help Naomi stay upright between her baby belly and all the laughing. When she finally pulled herself together, she asked, “So you thought you were Jordan’s fake date to the charity gala while he was busy figuring out how quickly he could get you to move in with him?”

“That’s so romantic.” Ember sighed.

“You better not let your man hear you say that,” Clay muttered as he walked past us. Jordan had introduced us when we first arrived, but I hadn’t gotten much chance to talk to any of the guys with Jordan glued to my side until the girls dragged me away.

“How come?” Ember asked.

Clay paused to turn toward us, jerking his thumb over his shoulder. “Because Nixon would lose his mind if he heard you getting all sappy over something romantic that another guy did. Especially Jordan since he’s still butthurt over the blind date that never happened.”

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