Score Her Heart: A Marriage of Convenience Hockey Romance (Philadelphia Bulldogs Book 2) by Danica Flynn (free novels .TXT) 📕

chest. I played with the dusting of blond hair across the hard muscular planes of his chest. My husband was a work of art, but I knew he worked his ass off to be in peak physical condition. He needed to be for his job. A job he’d worked his entire life for. I had watched him work so hard only for it to pay off when he left for the NHL.

When he finally left me.

“Fi,” he said again, and this time it sounded like he was pleading.

“What?” I snapped in annoyance.

“We don’t have to have sex tonight,” he said.

My face fell. “You don’t want to?” I asked. I felt an ache in my chest at that. Why didn’t he want me?

He reached a hand up and pushed a strand of my hair out of my face. “I didn’t say that. I just don’t expect you to—”

He cut himself off with a groan because I took his hand and shoved it into my pants so he felt my arousal. His big fingers dipped inside me and barely touched my aching clit. “Touch me,” I demanded. “Feel how much I want you right now. Don’t you want that?”

He sighed. “Fuck, sweetheart, you’re so wet already.”

I nodded vigorously and ground against his hand shamelessly. “Please, baby,” I begged. I never thought I would be straddling a man and begging him for sex while his fingers grazed my swollen clit. Or that I would be calling that man ‘baby.’ Or that that man would be my childhood best friend.

He shoved me off of him and pinned me down on the bed, hovering over me. I bit my lip in anticipation. His eyes were ablaze with passion. “Of course I want that, you silly woman. I don’t want you to feel like we have to because I told you to go write tonight instead of coming to bed with me.”

“Oh,” I whispered.

He was on to me. I was trying to have sex with him as a thank you to him for not complaining that I needed to get writing done. Eric always complained I loved my books more than I loved him. A part of me wondered if maybe he had been right.

“Fiona,” Riley breathed, his breath hot on my neck. “I really want this to work between us. I want a partner, and I know that has a give and take.”

“I want that too,” I admitted.

I really did. A partner who felt like I was an equal was exactly what I wanted. But I was afraid that even though Riley said that was what he wanted, it wasn’t going to last. He would get bored of me; the fame and the women were what he wanted more than a quiet life with me. Because that was what he would have with me. I’m a quiet person, a private person, who buried themselves in fictional characters and didn’t have a lot of friends. I may have a loud personality, but I’m more of a hermit than people understood.

He caressed my face gently. “Fi…”

“Take what you want, Aaron. Take me, please,” I begged while I squirmed out of my pajama pants, leaving myself naked and on display for him.

He grinned at me and shed himself of his own clothes. “Oh? Is that what you want? You want me to take charge?”

“Aaron, please stop talking and get your dick inside me.”

“Christ, Fiona,” he said with a chuckle. Then he kissed me hard again, pinning my arms above my head with one of his big hands. His other hand toyed between my legs, teasing me until I was writhing in pain from not getting what I desired.

I kissed him back roughly, biting his lip and growling. He pulled away and pulled his fingers out of me. I whimpered at the loss, but then he flipped me over and swatted my ass. “Grab the headboard, Fiona,” he ordered in a low sexy growl.

I scrambled up onto all fours and grabbed the headboard of the bed while he grabbed a condom. I heard the crinkle of the package behind me, but when I turned to look over my shoulder, he pushed my head back to look at the wall. I heard the creak of the cap from the travel-sized bottle of lube next, and I bit back a moan when his finger rubbed the excess lubrication across my entrance.

Riley certainly was a considerate lover. What man actually was thoughtful enough to use lube? Not any of the ones I had been with before.

He slapped my ass again, playfully, and I gasped in response but secretly loved it. “Disobedient girl, you better grab that headboard and hold on,” he snarled.

Holy fuck, I loved this shit. This was exactly what I wanted in a man! An alpha-male who would be rough and passionate with me, and that was exactly what Riley was like in bed.

Shit, maybe this marriage would work after all.

I groaned when his cock pressed inside me from behind, and I shamelessly rocked back into him. Riley held onto my hips and thrust inside me deep and rough. I gripped the headboard tight and cried out while he hit all my good spots and swatted at my ass here and there.

“Yes, fuck, Aaron, so good,” I cried into the pillows, burying my head to muffle the sounds of my oncoming orgasm.

“This is what you want, Fiona?” he growled behind me. He placed soft kisses up my spine until he was at my ear. “You want me to be rough with you? Go all growly alpha-male?”

I nodded in response, rocking back into him, feeling him deep inside of me. “Please,” I begged.

“Turn around,” he growled, and I pouted when I felt him pull out of me. “I want to see your face when you come all over my cock.”

OH MY GOD!

He flipped me onto my back and spread my legs before entering me again. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he nuzzled his head into my neck, kissing