SLAMMED
#3
(The
Bad Boy Frat Series)
By
Claire Adams
This
book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are
products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not
to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual
events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.
Copyright
© 2015 Claire Adams
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CHAPTER
ONE
I came back to myself all at once as I lay in Zack’s
arms, floating in some place between asleep and awake. Zack’s body was pressed
to mine, and I loved the sensation of his warm, velvet-soft skin, the steady
thrumming of his heartbeat in my ear as I lay there with my face pressed to his
chest. Half-asleep, Zack trailed his hands over my curves slowly, not trying to
turn me on again, but caressing me lazily, producing a comforting tingle along
my skin. I wanted to hang in that delicious state of almost-asleep forever; I
wasn’t tired, but I had a bone-deep satisfaction that flowed through me,
lighting up my veins, crackling through my nervous system. I thought idly that
it would be nice to just keep lying there, and maybe wake up from the dreamy
state just to roll over onto Zack and kiss him into another tryst.
Through the thick fog of satisfaction, I realized that
it had been lunch when I stormed out of the dining hall—and that I still had
classes for the day. I sat up quickly and looked at the clock on my desk; it
was just after two. My heart beat a little faster. I had a class in twenty
minutes; I needed to get ready.
“Hey,” I said, giving Zack’s shoulder a shake. “I
need to get to class.”
Zack stirred, opening his eyes and giving me a lazy
smile.
“What time is it?” He stretched and I couldn’t quite
tear my gaze away from the sight of his naked body; he was all rippling muscle,
with slight tan lines where his football gear sat, the skin paler there. I
shook away my distraction and looked around for my clothes.
“It’s two. Or just after.”
Zack sat bolt upright in my bed and looked around
until his gaze fell on the clock.
“Shit. I gotta run too—or
I’ll be late to practice.”
He leaped off of the bed and grabbed for his clothes
on the floor, a faint smile lingering on his lips. I put a robe on, telling
myself I’d get dressed after he left; I was too distracted by the sight of him
moving, taking in his tight, rounded ass, his muscled legs and thick shoulders
as he pulled on his boxers, throwing his shirt over his head and then stepping
into his jeans. Zack caught me staring and laughed, taking a moment to step up to
me quickly and kiss me on the lips.
“Walk me out?” he asked.
I nodded, still tingling all over from the orgasm.
Jess was coming out of her room as Zack and I walked
to the door; I blushed as she caught my eye and winked at me, standing silently
next to the bathroom. Zack stopped in the entranceway and turned, wrapping his
arms around my waist and pulling my body against his. “One more,” he murmured,
brushing his lips along mine and then kissing me harder, his
tongue probing my mouth for a few hot, fast moments before he broke away .
“Catch you later, Evie ,”
he said with a little grin, opening the door. It was swinging shut behind him
and I reeled slightly, smiling like an idiot in spite of myself.
“Well, well, and well,” Jess said, crossing the room
and looking me up and down with a knowing glance. “Let me just guess what
you’ve
#3
(The
Bad Boy Frat Series)
By
Claire Adams
This
book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are
products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not
to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual
events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.
Copyright
© 2015 Claire Adams
Get
Each of My Newly Released Books for 99 Cents By Clicking Here
Read
Slammed #1 By Clicking Here
Read
Slammed #2 By Clicking Here
Like
me on Facebook : http://www.facebook.com/pages/Claire-Adams/547513332025338
Newsletter :
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here to get an email as soon as the next book in the series is available.
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free copy of my never released book when you sign up for the authors VIP
mailing list.
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CHAPTER
ONE
I came back to myself all at once as I lay in Zack’s
arms, floating in some place between asleep and awake. Zack’s body was pressed
to mine, and I loved the sensation of his warm, velvet-soft skin, the steady
thrumming of his heartbeat in my ear as I lay there with my face pressed to his
chest. Half-asleep, Zack trailed his hands over my curves slowly, not trying to
turn me on again, but caressing me lazily, producing a comforting tingle along
my skin. I wanted to hang in that delicious state of almost-asleep forever; I
wasn’t tired, but I had a bone-deep satisfaction that flowed through me,
lighting up my veins, crackling through my nervous system. I thought idly that
it would be nice to just keep lying there, and maybe wake up from the dreamy
state just to roll over onto Zack and kiss him into another tryst.
Through the thick fog of satisfaction, I realized that
it had been lunch when I stormed out of the dining hall—and that I still had
classes for the day. I sat up quickly and looked at the clock on my desk; it
was just after two. My heart beat a little faster. I had a class in twenty
minutes; I needed to get ready.
“Hey,” I said, giving Zack’s shoulder a shake. “I
need to get to class.”
Zack stirred, opening his eyes and giving me a lazy
smile.
“What time is it?” He stretched and I couldn’t quite
tear my gaze away from the sight of his naked body; he was all rippling muscle,
with slight tan lines where his football gear sat, the skin paler there. I
shook away my distraction and looked around for my clothes.
“It’s two. Or just after.”
Zack sat bolt upright in my bed and looked around
until his gaze fell on the clock.
“Shit. I gotta run too—or
I’ll be late to practice.”
He leaped off of the bed and grabbed for his clothes
on the floor, a faint smile lingering on his lips. I put a robe on, telling
myself I’d get dressed after he left; I was too distracted by the sight of him
moving, taking in his tight, rounded ass, his muscled legs and thick shoulders
as he pulled on his boxers, throwing his shirt over his head and then stepping
into his jeans. Zack caught me staring and laughed, taking a moment to step up to
me quickly and kiss me on the lips.
“Walk me out?” he asked.
I nodded, still tingling all over from the orgasm.
Jess was coming out of her room as Zack and I walked
to the door; I blushed as she caught my eye and winked at me, standing silently
next to the bathroom. Zack stopped in the entranceway and turned, wrapping his
arms around my waist and pulling my body against his. “One more,” he murmured,
brushing his lips along mine and then kissing me harder, his
tongue probing my mouth for a few hot, fast moments before he broke away .
“Catch you later, Evie ,”
he said with a little grin, opening the door. It was swinging shut behind him
and I reeled slightly, smiling like an idiot in spite of myself.
“Well, well, and well,” Jess said, crossing the room
and looking me up and down with a knowing glance. “Let me just guess what
you’ve
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