growing heavy. She’d been positive he was about to kiss her, could swear she’d seen more than a glimmer of attraction in his cerulean blue gaze, a clue that perhaps his feelings for her had changed and maybe, just maybe, he cared for her as more than just a best buddy.
She definitely had the hots for him and had since the moment she started tutoring him back in college. There was nothing sexier than Blake in his silly cowboy hat that he insisted she call a Stetson, or better yet, when he wore his karate uniform. The two combined made her salivate. She didn’t know a better-looking guy, with his brilliant blue eyes and dark coloring. Then there were his muscles—tight, sinewy, sexy.
Drool .
Since they’d become friends in college, she’d hidden her crush from him. She enjoyed his company so much that until now, she’d never dared to take the relationship a step further. She preferred to have him as a trusted friend rather than admit the truth about how much she wanted him. But now, everything had changed. Nothing mattered to her more than getting pregnant, not even her pride or the chance of rejection.
Hearing that she might not be able to have children made her realize how very important a family was to her. She was done wasting time.
This could work out perfectly, if only she could harness the guts to ring the bell. She didn’t have time for dating. She needed to get pregnant this minute. Screw work. She’d buried herself in her accounting job far too long. Enough with the shyness, she couldn’t afford it.
She was ringing that damn doorbell.
* * * * *
8
Desperate Seduction
The doorbell rang and Blake cranked off the steaming hot water. For a moment, he contemplated whether to answer. He wasn’t expecting anyone, nor did he care for company. Exhausted, all he wanted to do was hit the sack. After instructing four karate classes in one afternoon, his muscles ached.
But what if it was Claire?
Damn, they needed to talk. He grabbed a towel off the rack and wrapped it around his lower half before heading toward the foyer. As he reached the front door, he noted her curvy shadow through the tinted glass. His cock twitched in response and he commanded it down.
But damn, if only . The things he could imagine making her do…
He swung open the door, gripping his towel. “Hey, I’ve tried to call.” Blake hadn’t seen her in days, not since he’d almost kissed her and he needed to set her straight. Though he’d love to start something sexual with her, hell, it just wasn’t possible. Not with his kinks.
There was no way he’d risk their relationship. He didn’t want to lose her friendship because of something as silly as petty attraction. They’d been friends since college, when she’d tutored him in math. They’d clicked immediately, growing closer through the years. They had fun together and trusted each other. Who the hell else would he eat too many barbeque potato chips with, while watching sci-fi movies? Go out for beer with at the pizza joint, even on Wednesdays? Cheer him and his students on during karate competitions?
He gazed down at Claire, unintentionally devouring her. Damn. Why couldn’t he stop looking at her like that?
“I, um—” She gulped. Thick brown lashes veiled her wide, dark cocoa eyes, hiding whatever she was thinking.
Claire’s full lips parted slightly. She looked about to say something, but she didn’t.
He wanted to urge her to speak, but he couldn’t help his own silence. She was so stunning he didn’t trust his tongue. The pale skin of her cheeks tinted a healthy pink 9
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from blushing and she gave off an aura of naïve sexuality. Blake was well aware that Claire was a virgin, a fact that tortured him as much as her innocent demeanor.
He studied her, soaking in her delicious body. Her addiction to Mexican food and chocolate gave her petite form a soft, curvy figure. The yellow sundress clung to her every peak and valley, accenting her in all
She definitely had the hots for him and had since the moment she started tutoring him back in college. There was nothing sexier than Blake in his silly cowboy hat that he insisted she call a Stetson, or better yet, when he wore his karate uniform. The two combined made her salivate. She didn’t know a better-looking guy, with his brilliant blue eyes and dark coloring. Then there were his muscles—tight, sinewy, sexy.
Drool .
Since they’d become friends in college, she’d hidden her crush from him. She enjoyed his company so much that until now, she’d never dared to take the relationship a step further. She preferred to have him as a trusted friend rather than admit the truth about how much she wanted him. But now, everything had changed. Nothing mattered to her more than getting pregnant, not even her pride or the chance of rejection.
Hearing that she might not be able to have children made her realize how very important a family was to her. She was done wasting time.
This could work out perfectly, if only she could harness the guts to ring the bell. She didn’t have time for dating. She needed to get pregnant this minute. Screw work. She’d buried herself in her accounting job far too long. Enough with the shyness, she couldn’t afford it.
She was ringing that damn doorbell.
* * * * *
8
Desperate Seduction
The doorbell rang and Blake cranked off the steaming hot water. For a moment, he contemplated whether to answer. He wasn’t expecting anyone, nor did he care for company. Exhausted, all he wanted to do was hit the sack. After instructing four karate classes in one afternoon, his muscles ached.
But what if it was Claire?
Damn, they needed to talk. He grabbed a towel off the rack and wrapped it around his lower half before heading toward the foyer. As he reached the front door, he noted her curvy shadow through the tinted glass. His cock twitched in response and he commanded it down.
But damn, if only . The things he could imagine making her do…
He swung open the door, gripping his towel. “Hey, I’ve tried to call.” Blake hadn’t seen her in days, not since he’d almost kissed her and he needed to set her straight. Though he’d love to start something sexual with her, hell, it just wasn’t possible. Not with his kinks.
There was no way he’d risk their relationship. He didn’t want to lose her friendship because of something as silly as petty attraction. They’d been friends since college, when she’d tutored him in math. They’d clicked immediately, growing closer through the years. They had fun together and trusted each other. Who the hell else would he eat too many barbeque potato chips with, while watching sci-fi movies? Go out for beer with at the pizza joint, even on Wednesdays? Cheer him and his students on during karate competitions?
He gazed down at Claire, unintentionally devouring her. Damn. Why couldn’t he stop looking at her like that?
“I, um—” She gulped. Thick brown lashes veiled her wide, dark cocoa eyes, hiding whatever she was thinking.
Claire’s full lips parted slightly. She looked about to say something, but she didn’t.
He wanted to urge her to speak, but he couldn’t help his own silence. She was so stunning he didn’t trust his tongue. The pale skin of her cheeks tinted a healthy pink 9
Alyssa Brooks
from blushing and she gave off an aura of naïve sexuality. Blake was well aware that Claire was a virgin, a fact that tortured him as much as her innocent demeanor.
He studied her, soaking in her delicious body. Her addiction to Mexican food and chocolate gave her petite form a soft, curvy figure. The yellow sundress clung to her every peak and valley, accenting her in all
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