Free The Playbook (a Secret Baby Sports Romance) by Avery Wilde

voice a dull monotone. Her face had turned almost thunderous when she saw Lucia enter, but to Lucia’s credit she didn’t seem to have picked up on the realtor’s hostility. She continued and pointed to a set of curved stairs to the left. “Upstairs there’s also a game room, office, and the master suite.”
    I urged Lucia forward, and together we walked into the sunken living room, which crossed into the kitchen that was stocked with modern appliances. Granite countertops gleamed in the soft light, while stainless steel finishes twinkled. “The kitchen has been fully updated,” the realtor explained, touching the cool stone surface. Lucia left my side picked up one of the brochures that had been placed on the counter and wandered over to the floor-length windows that overlooked the pool and waterway, her silhouette framed by the dying sun. I stood mesmerized, watching her take in the surroundings; she was to die for. The realtor droned on about all the amenities as I walked over to Lucia, looking at the manicured lawn. “The view… it’s gorgeous,” she breathed as the sun set over the water.
    “It sure is,” I said, looking at her. I could imagine her in that pool overlooking the waterway, the water sliding over her naked body. Just the thought made me want to buy the damn house. “Care to go upstairs?”
    She turned towards me, her voice soft but her eyes sparkling. “Are you trying to get me into one of those bedrooms?”
    I leaned in, not wanting the realtor to hear our business. “If I said yes, would you run the other way?”
    She pursed her lips and I took in the heated look in her eyes, wondering about the last time the doc had been fucked, and I didn’t just mean a quickie, I meant really fucked, ravished like she should be. So hard and so deep that it was almost primal. “You are being too forward, Mr. Maddox,” she finally replied, looking away.
    I tutted. “Jacob. You best call me Jacob if I’m going to let you see my future bedroom.” I grinned, loving the way my words affected her. But not wanting to push her too far away, I altered my tactic. “Come on, Doc, you’re safe with me.” We walked away from the gorgeous view and were met by the realtor. “Would you like to see the upstairs now?” she asked, clasping her hands in front of her.
    “I’m sure we can see to it ourselves,” I replied, easing my hand into Lucia’s. “We’ll be right back.”
    “Um, sure—I will be here if you have any questions!” the realtor replied as I moved us both up the wide staircase to the second floor. The first bedroom we came to was the master suite, where I took in the spacious room, with only a stock bed in place. Beyond the walk-in closet and the master bath, there was a little balcony that overlooked the water, big enough for two lounge chairs.
    “Now this is awesome,” Lucia remarked as we walked out onto the balcony. “Imagine waking up to this view every morning.”
    “You don’t live on the water?” I asked, wanting to delve just a little bit into her backstory. Beyond being the shrink, I didn’t know anything else about her.
    She shook her head with a chuckle, leaning against the railing to face me. “No, not really. I would love to but, oh, you are going to laugh at me.”
    I leaned up against the wall of the house, crossing my arms over my chest. “No, I won’t.”
    “I live in my parents’ guest house—the pool house,” she said with a shy smile. “I know it’s silly, but I’ve been in college like forever and just haven’t found the time to go house-hunting yet.”
    “You can’t have this one,” I teased, drawing out another throaty laugh from her.
    “No, I don’t want one right now, I don’t think. It’s pretty nice to be able to walk over to my parents’ kitchen when I want something to eat. And not have to worry about the upkeep.”
    “I can’t disagree with that,” I said, thinking that would be a sweet setup. “Are you an only child?”
    She