Hooking Up With Her Ex's Alpha Dad

itter laugh. "Guess I was just dumb enough to believe in fairy tale

young and trusting isn't weak.

annoyed. "You say it

on my face. "My son? He's probably your age." His thumb brushed

was seriously hot. That strong face, quiet power, the

mething inside my broken wolf woke up hard. Was this norma

my eyes, trying for a lazy grin. "So, what brings world'

. "All the cash in the world c

n closer, lowering my voice. "Is that why you're dr

nod

e you didn't have problems that co

aire, to crazy kids. And forgetting painful things," h

t talking with Theo made Adrian's face fade into the background. I set down

slammed his glass to the floor. "No. You're too young. You des

lieve him f

e. I grabbed his

t, why couldn't I? A

ll let you walk away? " My voice dropped low. "If you truly tho

had lit a fire. His pupils

oice rough rock. "Always this ea

cked. The man beneath l

t. "You going to teach me

in. His breath touched my ear. "Claire." A growl. Not a war

eyes. Locked. "And wha

kin. "Those martinis?" I whispered. "Don't touch

r is on

ntrol

an arm around my waist, pulled me hard against his

button lit. Silence thick with tension. The doors slid ope

clicked shut.

ine. Not asking. Taking. Hunger, raw and fierce. I answered. Just as fierce. Hands fisted in hi

t, sucking kisses down my throat.

Wild. "Last door out, Claire." Breath ragged. "Say the

y hands in his hair and dra

dence, mapping every curve. I arched, needing him deeper. His lips

e a gasp, a pra

contact. My knees hit the mattress, and I pulled him down wit

Cool air kissed my skin where his lips followed-feather-light,

my shoulder blade, voice thick wit

lf writhed, dizzy with his heat, h

ry buzz shattered

the phone i

eins. "It's your dad. He's at City General Hospital. It's

instantly, replaced by icy terr

, composed, standing rigidly beside the bed. The raw passion from moments

mbling into it. "My dad. critical. hospital. I ha

ssive flick of his hand, his voice arcti

my cheeks. I snatched my purse off the

s fingers vise-locking m

this hour," he stated fla

al shred of dignity. "I'll handle it." He

gmatism. "This isn't courtesy. It's reputation management." His gaze drilled into me. "A

I tasted blood, swallowing back the hot tears threaten

he single word brittle.

or the suite door without a backward glance. T

out ruthlessly. Only one thing mattered: Get to the hospital. As fo