I canât believe my coach assigned me a tutor. Iâm all that on the field and between the sheetsâwho cares about my stupid grades?
But Claire doesnât treat me like Iâm dumb. When weâre not busy fighting, she actually encourages me. And with those sexy curves of hers, I know just how to thank her. Claire: I hate football players, but I need the money. Jake is just as cocky and arrogant as the worst of them ⦠but his touch sets me on fire. I have to believe heâs different, that he wonât use me and break my heart. Because I canât stop wanting him. I just hope I survive the ride. Add to GoodReadsBuy Now for .99 CentsA few minutes later my phone vibrated on the table, and I read a text message that sent shivers down my body. I want you, Claire. I'll make you beg. I'll fuck you until you can't feel your legs. Whisper in your ear to come for me while you dig your nails into my back. |