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  I take the baby monitor from her and toss it aside. “Lose the robe.” I can’t the growl that escapes.

  She rolls her eyes but does as I tell her. “The coach doesn’t want me.”

  I only grunt in response. My eyes eat up every inch of her naked pregnant body. Bullshit. You’d never convince me that every man and a good chunk of women don’t want my wife. What’s not to want? She’s perfection.

  She doesn’t see it. That’s fine. She has me to keep an eye out for her. “My wife is going to let her husband get his fill.” I grab her hips. I turn her, bringing her down onto the bed gently. She laughs as I come down over her.

  “You could get your fill? You’ll never be full.” I fight a smile because she’s right. I could never get enough of her.

  “I’ll die trying,” I tell her before I silence her next smart remark with a kiss. Her hands dig into my hair as I dominate her mouth. When I pull back to look down at her, the teasing has left her eyes.

  “Go ahead and try.” She smirks. I reach down, spreading her legs wide as I slip down on her body. I’m fucking hard as a rock. I know I’m not going to make it. I’m going to have to rub one out while I eat her. I want her to come on my tongue before I slip into her wet heat.

  I reach into my pants, fisting my cock as I bury my face between her thighs. I lick and suck on her as I rub my cock to the sounds and taste of her. I spend my night reminding myself that she’s mine. Mine to taste, love, to do anything I want with. I show her no one will ever love her the way I do.

  This little muse is all mine.

  THE END

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  Built For Her

  by Alexa Riley

  Genevieve has just purchased a beautiful historic home that needs a lot of love. Okay, maybe more than a lot, but she’s determined to make her dreams come true, so she hires a contractor to help her make that a reality. But when Barrett Cooper steps on her property, it’s like Thor himself has fallen out of the sky. How can she possibly think straight while having a heat stroke?

  Barrett Cooper is focused on his business and nothing else. He loves restoring old homes but doesn’t get the chance to as much as he wants. When he gets a call about a job that piques his interest, he takes one look at the owner and knows this is going to be a hands-on project.

  Warning: There’s a lot to love about his hulking alpha who knows how to build a house. But hands off, because he’s falling hard and fast for the woman who has stolen his heart. With someone else trying to threaten what’s his, you’ll find out just how possessive a guy with a big hammer can be.

  Chapter 1

  Genevieve

  “You’re not moving in there,” my twin sister, Gabi, says with horror in her voice. “It looks haunted.”

  I can already imagine the face she’s making just from the sound of her voice. I don’t glance over at her because I can see it in my mind, and I don’t want her negative assessment of my house to bring me down. I’m excited and I want her to be, too, but I also know there’s a lot of work to be done. Plus, she’s always a little more dramatic than me even though I’m sure she’d deny it.

  I stare at my house, which I closed on this morning. This is why I never showed it to her to begin with. I knew she would try to talk me out of buying it. I see something more in it than she does. This house is over a hundred years old and full of history. Of course, it needs some love and care, so why can’t I be the one to give it to it? I broke the bank buying it, but I’ve got all the time in the world. I’ll have to do things slowly, but I’m ready for the challenge.

  “This is what they call a ‘money pit,’” Gabi adds, reading my mind. We’ve been able to do that with one another since we were little.

  “I’ve saved,” I defend, but her eyes narrow on me.

  I fell in love with the house the moment I laid eyes on it. It’s a beautiful Georgian-style house with columns and a double front door. It’s like something out of a fairytale, if you can look past all the things wrong with it. I knew it would be a fight with my sister to buy it. Hence why I’m springing it on her like this. What’s done is done and there’s no going back.

  We both turn at the sound a truck pulling up. “Oh my god. Tell me that’s not a moving truck, Ginny,” my sister pleads.

  Her head drops back like she’s praying to the sky to find serenity.

  “Maybe.” I wrap my arm around her and make her look at the house again. “It’s fine, Gabi. It needs some work, but look at the history,” I tell her.

  “You and the freaking history,” she groans, making me smile.

  Gabi and I are so much alike and yet so different. We might look identical, but she’s polished and I’m a little less than organized. Most people can only tell us apart from the way we dress. I’m more casual with sneakers and jeans, and Gabi doesn’t go anywhere without heels and makeup.

  “You’re looking at it all wrong. Trust me.” I’m not sure which one of us I’m trying to convince. I mean, I know the house needs work and maybe I am in a little over my head. But I’m sure I can do this.

  “You can’t sleep in there,” she says, her face scrunching up like she can see the dirt from out here.

  “It passed the inspection.” Kind of.

  I have the paperwork that gave it the all-clear thanks to my friend Mark who did the inspection. We both work for the city and I asked him to do me a solid. All I had to do was agree to go on a date with him—something I still need to do. He’s already texted me three times today about when we are going out. I keep putting him off and telling him I’m packing. I just need to pull up my big-girl panties and go on the date already so I can get it over with.

  “You know everyone who works for the city.” Gabi stares at me, and I smile brightly, ignoring her.

  “Come on, let’s go check it out.” We both know she’s right and I’m not going to give her the satisfaction of hearing it out loud.

  I lead her up the sidewalk to the porch. One of my favorite things about the house is that the porch wraps all the way around it. I can already picture window boxes of flowers hanging over the sides, giving the white house some color. Well, it will be all white once I can hit it with a few coats of paint. Though I think it might need more than that with all the peeling happening. I push that thought aside and focus on the parts I love.

  The steps creak as we walk up. “Holy crap,” Gabi mumbles under her breath. “We are not telling Mom and Dad about this place.”

  “Yeah, I was going to wait until I get it more together,” I agree. They moved to Florida a few months ago and are living it up down there. I’m not telling them yet because my mom is a worrier just like Gabi. She’d have her and Dad on a plane in minutes to make sure my new home was livable.

  I slide my key into the double front doors then push the doors open.

  “Oh wow,” Gabi says, and she can’t hide the awe in her voice.

  I smile. “Finally, you see it.” I nudge her with my elbow. I take her hand and bring her into the entrance. “Isn’t it beautiful?”

  “Yeah, it really is. It just needs some TLC.” She looks around and I can tell she’s getting it. The house isn't unlivable, it just needs some work. As long as the water and lights are on, I’ll be fine.

  “I’ll show you around real quick.” We go through each room, and I talk excitedly about what I’d like to do. What I love
about this house is how much of the original details are still intact. It’s over a hundred years old, but it’s got good bones. Just a little updating here and there, but more than anything it needs to be restored.

  “This house really is you,” Gabi says as she leans up against the master bathroom sink.

  “I know there’s a lot to do, but when I saw it I had to have it.”

  “You were always the impulsive one.”

  “You’re the one who got married three weeks after you met Neal,” I laugh.

  “I had to. Some other woman could have snatched him up.” She looks completely shocked, like I’m crazy for thinking she shouldn't have married him so fast. I laugh even harder. He was in just as much of a rush as her.

  Neal and Gabi are complete opposites. Everyone thought she’d end up with some male model, but she married one of the smartest men I’ve ever met. Nothing gets my sister more excited than when Neal does what she calls his Smart Talk, where he rambles on about something she doesn't understand. They really are adorable together. He looks at her like she hung the moon for him. Maybe one day I’ll find something like that.

  “You two are perfect together.”

  “I know. Now if you could find someone we could do as we always planned.” Her hand goes to her stomach.

  I stand up from where I’m sitting on the edge of the clawfoot bathtub. “Gabi, you are not waiting for me to get pregnant.” She does a small shoulder shrug like she’s not listening. “If you wait for me than you’ll be waiting forever,” I tease, trying to make light of my romantic life, because it’s terrible. So terrible I’ve pretty much given up.

  “Look how big this house is! You have to fill it with squishy little babies.” Her eyes turn hopeful.

  “I’m going to marry this house from the looks of it.” That prospect might not be too bad.

  “That sounds lonely,” she whispers. I know she worries about me and there’s no fighting it. We’ll both always worry about each other.

  “Maybe, but right now I’m going to focus on this. I’ll worry about everything else later. I mean, look at you and Neal,” I remind her. “You weren’t even looking and you found your soulmate.”

  “Who knew I’d find the man of my dreams at a comic book convention.”

  “I told you we’d have fun!” I rub it in her face for the millionth time.

  I dragged her with me because I hadn’t wanted to go alone. I’m the shy one between the two of us, but no one is a stranger to Gabi longer than five minutes. I still laugh at how she zoned in on Neal. I’m not sure he knew what hit him. He still doesn’t, and they’ve been married for four months.

  “You were right.” She rolls her eyes but still smiles.

  “It always hurts to admit it, doesn’t it?” I laugh. “You’re going with me again, right?”

  “Neal already got us all tickets,” she says, reminding me that I’m now the third wheel.

  That has taken some getting used to. It had always been Gabi and me, but I knew a day would come when we’d have to detach from each other. I think she still has a hard time with it, because Gabi invites me along with them all the time. Even when it’s stuff that they should really be doing as a couple.

  “Maybe we’ll find you a guy.” She nudges me with her elbow.

  “No thanks.” I shake my head, walking out of the bathroom. I can hear the boots of the movers bringing boxes in. Gabi follows me, hot on my heels.

  “Come on! Give me another shot at this,” she pleads.

  “Hard pass.”

  Gabi and I have way different taste in men. Everyone she’s tried to set me up with was a disaster. To be honest, I think she tried to set me up with men who are somewhat like me. Which doesn't work because then you have two shy people at a table in a restaurant and they barely say two words in the course of the evening.

  When I get downstairs, I make sure boxes are being put where they belong. I probably should have waited until I did some work before I moved all my stuff, but I didn't want to pay rent on my apartment and have a mortgage on top of it. I need all the extra money I can get for this place.

  “Are you going to help?” I ask her as I rip open a box.

  “I would have worn my work heels if I’d known this was what were we doing.” She looks down at her pretty purple heels. “I’ll text Neal.”

  “Already here.” We both scream at the sound of Neal’s voice. He comes walking in from the other room holding a box of what look like cleaning supplies.

  “You knew?” Gabi asks him.

  “You didn't answer when I called you, so I checked your tracker.” He shrugs as if that’s a normal thing to do. But when I think about it, it is in this family. Gabi and I both leave our tracking on for each other on our phones. “When I saw what was happening I hopped over to the hardware store and grabbed some stuff.” He looks around the kitchen. “But I think you’re going to need a professional.”

  “Oh!” Gabi opens her purse and digs through it until she finds a card. She pulls it out and hands it over to me. “I know this guy. He owns a construction company and can do whatever you need while you’re working. I just gave him a spare key and he got everything done while I was gone during the day. He really did a great job.”

  I take it from her and glance down at the card. My fingers trace over the raised lettering: Barrett Cooper of Cooper Construction.

  “Maybe this phone number won’t turn out as badly as the others you’ve given me,” I joke.

  Gabi rolls her eyes. “He’s not your type,” she says, taking a bag from Neal. “No snacks?”

  I choke back a laugh as Neal kisses Gabi then leaves to go get us food. I slip the card into the back pocket of my jeans and go back to unpacking.

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