Free Romance: SCREWED (An Arranged Marriage to the NFL Bad Boy) (A New Adult Contemporary Athlete Sports Football Romance) by Bridget Lang Page A

going home alone tonight, but a little eye candy while she nursed a drink or two couldn’t hurt. It had been a long tiring day of moving and unpacking, and tomorrow was the start of her new job. She’d just have a drink or two with the hot sailor beside her before going home and turning in early.
    Two hours later, after more than a few shots of JD, Ava found herself staring into the sexy sailor’s eyes just a little too long, leaning toward him suggestively as they talked about everything and nothing. She hadn’t expected to be so attracted to him, hadn’t expected the conversation to flow so easily or his rough, deep voice to send shivers of awareness up her spine. Ava glanced at her watch. Where had the time gone? She needed to head home. The last thing she wanted was to show up tired and hung over on her first day of work. The way things were going, if she didn’t get out of here soon, she was most certainly going to end up between the sheets with…. What was his name?... Dean. Yeah, pretty sure he said his name was Dean.
    “Well Dean, it’s been…interesting, but I’m going to have to get hit the road. Take care of yourself, okay?” She stood. Ava had insisted she pay for her own drinks, but when she reached for her purse, she realized that she must have left it in the saddle bag of her bike. Dean was acutely aware of her motions.
    “I got this; the offer still stands.”
    “No, no… I’ve got it. I just need to run out and grab my purse.”
    “Well at least let me walk you out, I’d hate for you to be harassed by drunken sailors in the parking lot.”
    She couldn’t help chuckling. “Not likely.”
    “Have you seen yourself? I would say that it’s entirely likely. Besides, I need some fresh air anyway.”
    “Suit yourself,” Ava shrugged and followed Dean outside watching as headed towards his bike, a Harley. She wasn’t surprised. He seemed like the type who wanted to feel power beneath him, the thrill of the wind in his hair, the feeling of riding the edge of danger that a Harley could provide. Yes, he seemed like the type. She certainly was.
    Dean stopped a moment as he passed her bike on the way. He eyed it with obvious appreciation.
    “Damn, that’s nice.”
    “Why thank you.” She couldn’t help smiling with pride. Her bike was a beauty. Her pride and joy. She stifled a chuckle as his jaw dropped watching her open the saddle bag.
    “No way…that’s yours?”
    She nodded with a wink.
    “You are my kind of woman.” His eyes raked seductively over her body again making her feel weak-kneed. “I may not be able to let you go after all.”
    His gaze was wicked, but his tone was light and teasing, so Ava thought nothing of it. But, she did bend over a little further than necessary, vain enough to assume that he would enjoy the view. She wasn’t expecting him to be standing so close when she turned around though.
    “Dean? What are you—” 
    His lips closed on hers, and she opened for him before she could remember that she was supposed to be on her way home. He tasted of man laced with the sweet tang of whiskey, and she felt her nipples tightening with need.
    “Just wanted a taste,” he murmured as he broke the kiss, “just a onetime thing. I don’t do strings. I’m not wired right for a lasting relationship.”
    “Dean?”
    “Yeah?”
    “Who said anything about a relationship? Just shut up and kiss me.”
    Then his mouth clamped over hers in a fiercely passionate kiss before trailing his lips down her throat, nipping and teasing. She shivered in response and drew instinctively closer. When he lifted her by her hips and placed her on the seat of his bike, she vaguely realized that if she was going to stop this, now would be the time.
    Instead she found herself guiding his mouth back to her own. She tentatively reached out to touch him through his jeans, unsure how far he might be willing to go in the darkened parking lot. His cock was big, hard and ready for her. Just touching