The Heart's Game (The Kelly Brothers, Book 4)
practically begged him to take them into his mouth. By God, she was tempting. The perfect portrait of a woman consumed by lust. But her eyes remained guarded, and she shook her head. “No, that hasn’t changed. But I was hoping you’d consider a friends with benefits arrangement.”
    “So just sex?”
    She nodded. “Nothing more.”
    “And what if I want more?”
    “That’s all I can give you right now.”
    No strings attached sex. That has been his MO for years. One fling after another. Always losing interest and going after the next thrill. But now the tables were being turned on him. And while any red-blooded guy in the world would be thrilled with what Jenny was offering him, there was a small part of him that wanted more.
    Shit. I’m turning into a woman .
    He ran his fingers through his hair, at an unusual loss for words. And he could only imagine what her response would be if he pulled out his lucky die and asked it if he should take her up on her offer. This time, he was forced to trust his gut.
    Jenny took another step back. “While you’re making up your mind, I’ll be getting naked in the bedroom.”
    She whipped off her tank top, giving him an eyeful of her luscious breasts, before turning around and disappearing into the next room.
    The throbbing in his cock intensified to the point where all he could think was, I’d be a fool to turn this down .
    He unzipped his jeans and followed her. And who knew? Maybe after a few nights like this, he’d be able to convince her that they could be more than just friends with benefits.

Chapter Six
     
    The sound of the front door opening pulled Jenny from her sex-induced coma. Her heart jumped into her throat, and panic drove away all the lovely sensations that lingered from the sinfully hot naked man sleeping next to her.
    “Hue,” her mom called out, “where are you?”
    Fuckin’ hell!
    Jenny bolted from the bed, rousing Dan in the process, and grabbed her bathrobe.
    “What’s wrong?” he asked, his eyes still groggy.
    Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit! Leave it to her mother to ruin a perfectly beautiful morning.
    “Hue, are you still sleeping?” her mother shouted.
    “Who’s that?” Dan asked.
    “My mom. Just stay here, and I’ll deal with her.”
    She ran out the door before her mother barged in and found Dan in her bed. It was bad enough Vietnamese people didn’t bother calling ahead of time before coming over. But if her mother caught Dan, she’d never hear the end of it.
    She slipped out of the room, closing the door behind her, and tried smoothing out her snarled hair. “Mom, what are you doing here?”
    Then she noticed Jason standing behind her mother and the amused glint in his eye.
    God, I must look like a nymphomaniac . Not that it was far from the truth. Dan made ample use of the condoms she’d bought last night.
    “I was going to Chinatown with your brother and wanted to invite you to come along.”
    Which meant she’d gone out of her way to come by her place. It was the first time her mother had said something halfway nice to her since she’d ruined the matchmaking efforts. “Gee, Mom, you could’ve just called.”
    “Why do I need to call? You’re not doing anything this morning.” Her mom stopped and pointed to Dan’s shirt on the floor. “You are too messy. No wonder you’re not married.”
    This morning couldn’t get any more humiliating. She swiped it up before her mom realized it wasn’t hers. “It must have fallen out of the laundry basket.”
    “And there’s perfectly good pho by the door. I put in the kitchen for you to eat later.”
    Her stomach rolled. If the pho had been sitting out all night, she wasn’t going to take a chance on getting food poisoning by eating it. She was already puking enough from the morning sickness. “Thanks, Mom.”
    “Let me pick out something for you to wear.”
    Jenny’s pulse went into overdrive as her mom reached for the doorknob, and she plastered herself to the bedroom

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