Free The Jock by Jasmine Leveaux Page A

the pricing gun in her hand as if it were her
only lifeline to sanity. She turned her back on him and continued working.
There was a big sale at the Pit-n-Git convenience store tomorrow
and Lucy needed to concentrate all her energies on preparing for it. Otherwise,
she would be overlooked for the big promotion yet again and Billy John Davis
would become the next Assistant Night Manager instead of her.
    Gregory
removed the pricing gun from Lucy's grasp and spun her around to face him. His
nostrils flared at the very scent of her. She smelled of beer and gasoline, of
two-for-one cigarette packs and day old bread. Gregory had never wanted a woman
more. "I want everything, Lucy. Everything." He gazed into her
eyes and pleaded for their future together. "I want to make love to you
every night for the rest of my life. I want to put my babies inside of your
belly and watch them grow. I want to make you my Duchess."
    Lucy
gasped at the hunger his words caused. She clutched her throat and whimpered.
She loved him, but how could she turn her back on Pit-n-Git? How
could she let Billy John Davis win?
    "Gregory,
you know how important my career is to me. I've worked so long and hard to get
where I am now. If I run off to England with you, what will become of me? What
would I do there?" she pleaded.
    Gregory
gripped her shoulders and pulled her body against his. "I burn for you,
Lucy, don't you see that? Do you not realize that I would build a thousand Pit-n-Git s in
Dorchester if only you will marry me?" He ground his erection against
Lucy's belly until she whimpered with need. "Marry me, Lucy. Say you
will!"
    Lucy
closed her eyes and moaned. She knew her will was dissolving. Still, she tried
one last time to stop the inevitable. can't, Gregory."
    Gregory
raised a lordly brow. His smile was that of a hunter closing in on its prey. He
realized Lucy was caving. It was time to stop playing the gentleman and seduce
her like the notorious rake that he was. "I see you are in need of a
little persuasion, my dear..."
    A
knock at the door snapped Gwenyth's head up to attention. "Damn," she
muttered, "I was just getting to the good part. Yes ?" she
called out absently, "come in."
    The
door opened a moment later and Sam's imposing figure stalked inside of the
room. He closed the door quietly behind him and twisted the lock ominously.
Gwenyth braved a glance in his direction when she heard the click of the
lock—then gulped in dismay.
    Good
grief.
    As
if she hadn't been primed enough for lovemaking by Candy's book, now here Sam
was, looming over her bed wearing nothing but a towel and a hell of a sexy
scowl. The man could give Lord Gregory a run for his money any day.
"H-hi." She closed Candy's book and clutched it to her breast. When
it dawned on her that Lucy had done the same thing with her pricing gun while
in Gregory's unnerving presence, she knew she was a goner. "What are you
doing in here?" she asked more breathlessly than she'd meant to.
    Sam
said nothing, making Gwenyth's tension that much worse. He gently removed the
book from her grasp, eyed the title for an exaggerated second, then set it
aside. Turning back to face Gwenyth, he cocked an arrogant brow at her.
"Every damn day since I've been here, I've found myself in need of a
shower after leavin' your presence, Cupcake. Well not tonight, damn it. You're
here, I'm here, and I'm takin' what's mine." He crossed his arms over his
chest and glowered down at her. "You got something to say about that,
baby?"
    Gwenyth's
throat felt unbearable tight. Her eyes raked over Sam's impressively muscled
form—over his hard torso, his washboard belly, and the black line of hair that
trailed from his navel and disappeared into the towel. Between the book and
reality, she was as primed as primed could get. "I, uh... that is to say, uh."
    "Spit
it out, Cupcake."
    Gwenyth's
head shot up. She realized that Sam was giving her an out. She could take it.
She could tell him to get out of her bedroom and he