Title: Time’s Up!
Author: Vicki Green
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: February 20, 2017
What happens when your wealthy, pretentious Italian parents create a contract for you when you turned twenty-one and now a few years later you realize you only have nine months left to fulfill it.
Must be married and pregnant by the age of twenty-five.
It has to be true love.
All stipulated in the contract.
Rica has no boyfriend.
She’s not easy.
She’ll be twenty-five in nine months.
What’s NOT in the contract:
Her parents forgot to mention he must be Italian.
Well, at least there’s a little hope. Very little hope.
**This story is intended for 18+ readers.
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He’s headed for second base, giving me a wink. Cocky son of a.... I start running toward him, my hand outstretched with the ball, ready to tag his ass. God, what an ass. I’m a fairly fast runner since I jog all the time, but he starts pulling ahead, so I push harder. I start gaining on him and when he looks at the base, I know what he’s going to do. Just as he begins to slide.… I dive.
I’d feel a little like gloating but when I look up from my position, his head is cocked to one side and he’s smiling widely. “Feel free to stay down there a while.” He winks. I feel the heat of my blush as I push myself back from having my face right between his legs. Just like his large muscles, his cock is freaking huge! And hard as a rock. He rubs his scruffy chin. “Uh, you might want to get that dirt off. Right about here.” I give him a dirty look.
Purposely, I begin raising my leg over the seat as my other foot reaches the ground and start to teeter. Unfortunately, as I was catching my fall I might have slipped and rammed my fist into his very large, very hard cock.
“Oh my! I’m so sorry. I slipped.” I take a step back to find his face is beet red. He’s unable to breathe as he leans over the front of the bike. Okay, I do feel a little bad yet he kinda deserved that. “Are you....” I bite my lip to hold back my laugh. “Okay?” As he looks up, I release my lip and try to look concerned. I guess I am, a little bit? Very little.
“I’m.… fine,” he says, his teeth clenched together.
Your Stud: See you tomorrow morning at 8! You miss me. I know.
What in the ever lovin’ hell? He must have taken my phone and put his number in my contacts. Your Stud? I’m in so much trouble. On the other hand, it is kinda cute. Still, he’s so freakin’ arrogant. I hit reply and type quickly.
Me: Geez. I can hardly wait. Hear the sarcasm? And no. I don’t really miss you.
“Damn. If you weren’t so drunk, I’d make mad passionate love to you.”
My brows raise. “To try to get me knocked up?” I whisper. My heart plummets wildly. I feel like such a loser.
“No, baby,” he whispers back. “You are the most beautiful, most desirable woman I’ve ever seen.” I swallow hard with his words. He finds me desirable? All those feelings of love and lust flood me with a vengeance.
“Take me,” I say with the softest slur and squeeze his hand.
“When I make love to you.…” My insides start fluttering like there’s a gazillion butterflies in there. “You’ll be sober. I look forward to doing many, many things to you.” Holy shit! He smirks and squeezes my hand. “Tonight. I’m going to take care of you.
Leaning back, I close my eyes. “Thank fuck.”
Best selling Author of Romance and Romance Suspense, Vicki lives in Kansas with her husband and two boys as well as their 3 dogs that rule their house. She loves spending time with her family and furbabies as well as reading.
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