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Authors: Livia Lang
Pisces (The Erotic Zodiac Book 3) (4 page)
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mara bit her fingernail nervously
, watching the clock. There were only two hours left before the gold medal race, and her stomach was churning like the Baltic Sea in a storm. If it weren't for sitting down on a plastic folding chair in the locker room, she would probably have found herself on the floor.
The basement room was bare except for a small locker and shower, and the walls smelled like fresh paint. Outside of the tiny space, she could hear other athletes shuffling along the hall, no doubt trying to find their own little cubicles to get changed in. Above them was the pool and bleachers, but it was too early for the crowd to be very big or loud.
"Baby, you've got to calm down. You'll make yourself sick," Thomas said softly, laying a hand on her shoulder. "You’re acting like you are going to be the one competing today."
Amara sighed and let her shoulders drop. She hadn't even realized she was holding them so tightly that they were practically up to her ears. "I wish I were competing. Then I could feel in control. Right now I'm just on the sidelines, useless. All I can do is sit here and watch, like last time." She looked up at him, her face tense. "And I want you to win, so, so bad. I know how hard you've worked. You deserve this."
He dropped down to his knees so his face would be level with hers. Smirking at her, he shook his head indulgently. "Of course, I'm going to win. There isn't even any question. And you know why?"
"Because you are a cocky so-and-so?" she replied, a tentative smile forming on her lips.
"Cocky? I prefer dashingly confident."
She rolled her eyes, her smile growing bigger. Thomas always knew how to win her over. "And humble. Let's not forget your humility."
He grabbed some of her braids, which currently were finished with bright red, white and blue beads, and tugged playfully. "Don't dodge the question. Why will I win?"
She shrugged. "Tell me."
"Because last time there was an Olympics we fucked like crazy before the race, and I broke records. Today we've already come twice, so I figure I'll go twice as fast this time."
Amara laughed hard at that, her nervousness subsiding as her belly shook. "I'm pretty sure that's not how it works," she gasped at last.
"Maybe not. I'm a swimmer, not a doctor. However, you have to say the evidence from last time was pretty compelling." He looked around the room mischievously, then gave her a raised eyebrow. "Speaking of which...maybe we have time for another quick one?"
"So you can go three times as fast? You'll be a jet ski at that point."
He was about to respond when the door popped open and his coach, Harris, stuck his head in. "Thomas, ready to talk about the game plan? I've got one of the side rooms reserved for us to stretch and meet."
Harris's eyes lingered on Amara, a small smile on his thin lips. He no doubt had an inkling of what type of 'stress-relief' Thomas enjoyed before a race. Harris was too good of a coach to say anything out loud about it, though. He just let Thomas do his thing, because it seemed to work.
"Sure, Coach. Just telling my lady goodbye," Thomas answered regretfully, standing back up to his full height.
They had been together four years, but Amara never got tired of seeing him stand like that, poised and ready to do battle in the pool. He looked magnificent, and it took her breath away.
The fact that this former bad boy was content to stay with her, making a home together, also made her breathless with happiness. He had gone from a bar brawling tabloid favorite to a loving, protective boyfriend that rocked her world every night. She honestly felt like she was the one who had won the gold medal in relationships.
Amara also stood and wrapped her arms around his waist, hugging him hard. "I love you. Go knock 'em dead."
He kissed the top of her head tenderly and gave her butt a quick squeeze. "Don't you worry, babe. You fell in the love with one of the greatest swimmers out there.”
Then he was out the door, a swagger in his walk. Amara watched him go with a happy tension in her chest. The nervousness was completely gone, and she couldn't wait for the race. Thomas was right - she was his lucky charm, after all.
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I
saac Walters needs an heir
, and he needs it soon. If he doesn’t fulfill the final provision of his grandfather’s will, he will lose out on millions. He just needs the right woman to put his child into.
E
nter Lillian Scott – his curvy
, clumsy, and shy maid. Can he convince the bashful beauty to go along with his depraved, taboo deal? Or will his desires be too much for her to handle?
W
arning
: This naughty tale is over-the-top sexy with a sprinkling of sweetness. If you love your stories short and steamy, be sure to grab this one up!
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ivia was born
in a dusty desert and still loves days so hot they melt your sneakers. She also loves men so hot they melt your panties.
When she isn't writing or thinking up dirty stories (which is rare), she spends her time baking decadent desserts. Sometimes she attempts to clean her house. It's a futile mission, but she isn't one to give up hope.
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