Make Me Yours by Makenna Jameison

Author:Makenna Jameison
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Dominant Alpha Male Romance Possessive, Opposites Attract Romance, Alpha Male Romance, Enemies to Lovers Romance, Antihero Romance, Police Romance
Publisher: Makenna Jameison
Published: 2020-07-14T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8

BROCK POUNDED ON THE treadmill Sunday afternoon, sweat pouring off him as he worked out his frustration. The memory of the hurt he’d seen on Lily’s face as he’d left last night made him feel like the biggest dick in the world. He’d left the bar alone, ready to call it an early night, when he’d seen her out there on the sidewalk trying to hail a cab. It was Saturday night in the middle of freaking Manhattan—there was no way one was stopping for her anytime soon. She’d looked so fragile as she’d glanced over her shoulder, catching him as he’d watched her from the doorway.

And hell.

Once again he’d been gone, lost in whatever magnetic pull she had on him.

He’d thought she’d be turned off by his words, and yet it seemed to just wind her up more. Who knew a girl like that would be turned on by his dirty thoughts? But she’d certainly enjoyed herself as much as he had last night as he’d prowled over her body, kissing her breasts and inner thighs and that dripping wet pussy.

God, when he’d bent her over the bed he’d wanted to pleasure her with his tongue again right then, slowly licking her sweet juices while he knelt behind her, listening to her whimper and beg for more. He’d bet a million dollars she didn’t act like that with her rich boyfriends. Something in him unleashed a side of her that she kept locked up the rest of the time.

Fuck.

He could feel his groin tightening at just the memory of Lily in that erotic pose. And then when he’d finally allowed himself to slam into her? To sink his cock into her tight little channel?

Absolute. Fucking. Heaven.

He was going to be cursing himself for weeks, because no matter how many women he allowed himself the pleasure of, he was certain not one of them would compare to her.

He slowed his pace on the treadmill, starting his cool down now that ten miles were complete. After he finished his workout, he’d grab a shower (make that an extremely cold one) and then a well-deserved beer. Maybe Jake or Colton would want to shoot some pool over beers later. If Jake happened to be off-duty again. Anything to keep his mind off the blonde goddess he’d bedded last night.

He stepped off the treadmill and grabbed his phone, ready to hit the shower, when he noticed that the message symbol was blinking. There was a missed call from Jake, so he called his voicemail and tried to listen to the garbled message. That proved impossible with the shitty cell reception he got at the gym. Walking into the more open lobby, he called Jake directly.

“So are you going to swing by or what?” Jake asked Brock over the phone, sounding impatient. “Poor Morgan could use the help, the classroom is a mess.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Morgan’s classroom is flooded. A pipe burst in the ceiling. Didn’t you get my message?”

“What? No. I’m at the gym.

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