Bad Boy's Baby Part 6

I ignored the implication. "That was my next rule. No s.c.r.e.w.i.n.g with me-literally or figuratively."

"Why the h.e.l.l would I agree to this?"

Did he have any blood left in his head? "Because you want to keep your job. You want to win a champions.h.i.+p and make that hundred million dollar contract. This is the only way. Get through this season without incident, and we'll see what happens."

He set his jaw, the hard angles clenching as tightly as the muscles in his chest. "Fine."

"It's for your own good. I'm keeping you on a leash."

"Only if you promise to toss a collar on me too."

I didn't trust Jack's tone, as if the arrogant trouble-maker already lured me to his bed and had his way with me.

Wasn't going to happen. No way, no how.

And I hated myself for even imagining the briefest of fantasies.

"Will you promise to behave?" I asked.

He stepped closer, his voice low, tightening everything deep inside me. "You promise to punish me if I don't?"

"Be serious..." This was never going to work if he got me so fl.u.s.tered.

Jack edged me close to the wall, his gaze hot and entirely too familiar. "I'll agree...with one condition."

"And what's that?"

"I want to see if we have chemistry together."

"I..." My hands pressed against the cool cement, the only relief I had from the heat suffocating me in Jack's oppressive shadow. "We can pretend."

"You can't pretend a connection. It's gotta be real. We gotta feel it."

His body moved close. Too close. I might have reached out, touched the sweat-dazzled muscles that he'd worked and pumped and strained in practice to build a body of utter perfection. I wished he had a s.h.i.+rt on. It was too difficult to focus on him while his feral form raged inches from my own.

I took a harsh breath, sinking deeper against the wall. It didn't protect me from him. It didn't stop the twisting heat in my belly. Low. Raw.

G.o.d, why did he have to be an attractive jerk?

Jack's voice heated like caramel and burned just as hot. "If my job rides on this, and your reputation is at stake...we gotta make sure it'll work, right?"

I accidentally licked my lips. "How do we do that?"

"Kiss me."

Panic.

I couldn't kiss this man. I couldn't even breathe. He was an arrogant, c.o.c.ky b.a.s.t.a.r.d with the most beautiful body I ever saw and eyes that seared through my common sense.

I parted my lips.

Made a joke instead.

"I...I can't bill you for that time."

"I'll consider it a signing bonus." Both of his arms straddled the wall to my sides. He had me pinned without a touch, and I wasn't going anywhere. "One kiss. And we gotta make it realistic. People have to believe I'm wild about you, that I'd do anything for you..." The act seemed to drop. His voice turned solemn. "They have to believe that I'd give up everything to spend one night with you."

My stomach flipped. He didn't mean the words, but I hadn't heard anyone promise something so lovely since before my heart was crushed and broken by Wyatt.

"Let me kiss you," he whispered. "Earn that nickname so it doesn't just mean how dark and tasty your skin is."

This was out of control.

Way beyond where anything was meant to go.

I intended to storm the field. Yell. Berate. Punish.

Not part my lips and tilt my head.

"One kiss," I said. "And then you do as I say."

"You hold the leash, just tug on it a little and I'll come..."

This man was absolute trouble.

And I knew it.

So why did I nod?

Jack gripped me close, pus.h.i.+ng his body into mine and pinning me against the cool concrete. The wall became the only thing grounding me to the world besides his strength and the fierce grip of his hands.

His rippling muscle pressed against me, and I felt pet.i.te and fragile within the shadow of his bulk. I gasped, but that gave him the opportunity to capture my kiss and take it for his own.

My mind paralyzed. My heart would crack my ribcage.

And my body?

My body exploded into s.h.i.+vers. Every tremble, every stolen shudder raked over my form and twisted within my core. Within seconds I panted, feasting against the dragging nibble of his lips. Heat and sin and every naughty and terribly dangerous feeling I ever hid from Jack Carson flooded through me.

Kissing him wasn't just a mistake...it was a complete surrender to a man who pocketed panties and broke hearts. He treated pa.s.sion like it was another game to play and girls were a literal score.

And I wanted more than a kiss.

His tongue swirled over mine.

His hands grasped my hips.

And a hardness pressed into my leg-raging, fierce, and demanding.

He didn't get to take those girls home last night, and every ounce of his s.e.xual frustration pent up inside him. It turned him into a wicked beast. I was glad he didn't have his fun with them.

Not because I worried about his reputation.

Not because of the impending disaster from his accident and the league.

Because that meant he kissed me instead.

This was bad. I meant to pull away, but my fingers only grasped his tighter.

I was good at my job, but I didn't have the talent to lie and pretend like I hadn't felt that chemistry he demanded.

Our kiss broke as my breath escaped in a timid gasp. Jack teased with a knowing, terrible glance.

Jack pulled away, trading a kiss for his smile. "Go out with me tomorrow night."

"Out?"

"Easiest way to prove we're a couple is if we are seen together." He retreated, tensed and loaded, as though he faced an entire charging defensive line instead of wild-eyed me. "You and me. Out on the town. I'll take you to a club."

"I-" I didn't dance. I couldn't talk now either, which meant I couldn't call him back as he returned to the field. "We can't just do your normal hangout. You have to prove you've changed."

He hesitated, thinking it over, his eyes brightening as he accepted the challenge.

"Okay. Then tomorrow, you're gonna have the night of your life. Fancy food. Music. Fun." He met my gaze, and I wished I had the ability to catch my breath after his kiss. "Be ready. You'll love the Jack Carson experience."

Yeah. I probably would.

And that was exactly what I feared.

Chapter Four - Jack.

I didn't think a fake relations.h.i.+p would be hard. Pick Leah up at seven. Let the media see me playing the gentleman. Make sure she didn't storm out on me during dinner.

Except I forgot the most important thing.

Jesus f.u.c.k, this woman was absolutely gorgeous.

Leah had hips that s.h.i.+mmied, curves that b.u.mped, t.i.ts that plumped, and eyes that would scold a man for ogling the most beautiful creature in the world.

She gave me the address to her apartment, and I offered to pick her up. Originally, I meant to take her out and let the public know I was spoken for. After I took her home, I'd planned to meet up with Bryon and the guys. They had a bead on a new bar stocked with craft beers and co-eds.

Not anymore. Bryon and his s.l.u.ts be d.a.m.ned. One look at Leah and the only thing I wanted was her.

With me at dinner.

Coming home with me.

Sleeping in my bed.

Waking inside of her.

Worst part was, I knew it'd never f.u.c.king happen.

I thought I'd be cute and buy her a single red rose. The flower crushed in my fist when she opened the door, and I was just lucky my jaw hadn't unhinged like some teenage idiot.

"Jack." She clutched a little purse, matching the black dress clinging to her perfectly mocha skin. A crimson sash draped over her arms, a s.h.i.+mmering silk that hugged where I longed to touch. "You're late."

And we'd be late for dinner too if my c.o.c.k didn't settle the f.u.c.k down. I hardened immediately, studying her curves. Everything-her exotic complexion, her delicate ebony curls, the tips of her French tipped toenails-was meant to turn my c.o.c.k into cement. Great. Even my most faithful partner-in-crime was punis.h.i.+ng me for agreeing to this fake relations.h.i.+p.

I just wanted to use her as a momentary distraction to the league. Leah thought otherwise. I had nearly split when she dropped the ground rules. No partying. No girls. Nothing fun. I would have taken my chances with the league had it not been for her kiss.

A kiss that nearly had me come right there in the tunnel.

h.e.l.l if I could focus on the rest of practice. And I was pretty sure I'd f.u.c.ked up the speech Leah forwarded to me, some sort of remark on how sorry I was for my behavior and the car crash or something. It was all bulls.h.i.+t anyway. What happened off the field should have been my business. And yet, here I was. Spending thousands of dollars on a publicist to make me appear like a man who wouldn't rip off her crimson sash, lift that little black dress, and plow my way to a better reputation.

"Ready to go?" I found my tongue somewhere in my dried mouth. Apparently Leah found my head somewhere up my own a.s.s.

"If you aren't going to take this seriously, I won't help you."

She didn't invite me in. The door slammed behind her and she walked to the elevator without me.

How did I p.i.s.s her off? I just got to her apartment.

"What the h.e.l.l did I do now?" I asked.

Leah shook her head. The dress was low cut and everything else good and holy in this world s.h.i.+mmied too. "You didn't even try."

"Try what?"

"The apology?" She whipped around, and her hair caressed her cheek. I tried to focus on her scowl, but, G.o.d...even mad she was beautiful. "I spent an hour crafting you five sentences to express your remorse for what happened, and you couldn't even make it sound genuine?"

What did I do wrong? "I read what you gave me."

"Exactly. You read it like a PR person gave you a statement."

"Do you want me to take acting cla.s.ses now? I'm a football player, not Chris Pratt."

"Yeah, as if I could get that lucky."

"Fine..." I shrugged. "I'll do better next time."

That p.i.s.sed her off more. "Jack, there better not be a next time. That was your last public apology. No one will listen to you next time."