by Marni Mann
Endorsed
Marni Mann
Contents
Prologue
Prologue
1. Jack
2. Samantha
3. Jack
4. Samantha
5. Jack
6. Samantha
7. Samantha
8. Jack
9. Samantha
10. Jack
11. Samantha
12. Samantha
13. Jack
14. Samantha
15. Jack
16. Samantha
17. Jack
18. Samantha
19. Jack
20. Samantha
21. Jack
22. Samantha
23. Jack
24. Jack
25. Samantha
26. Jack
27. Samantha
28. Jack
29. Jack
30. Samantha
31. Jack
32. Samantha
33. Samantha
34. Jack
Epilogue
Acknowledgments
Bonus Scene
Marni’s Midnighters
About the Author
Also by Marni Mann
Sneak Peek of Contracted
Prologue
Sneak Peek of Wild Aces
Copyright © 2018 by Marni Mann
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
ISBN-13: 978-1985778290
For Kimmi Street and Crystal Radaker—my sisters, my squad, my tribe.
I love you girls more than anything.
Prologue
Jack - Eight Years Ago
“For the fifth overall pick in this year’s NFL draft, the Tennessee Titans choose Shawn Cole, tight end from Florida State,” the NFL commissioner announced as he stood on the stage.
Once my client’s name was called, I got up from my chair and cheered as loud as Shawn’s family. “That’s our boy,” I said, gripping the shoulders of Shawn’s dad and shaking them.
All that fucking work had paid off.
It wasn’t just the hours I’d logged from trying to convince Shawn that I was the best agent for him, something I’d pushed since the last day of his college football season, but it was also the months of negotiation it had taken to get him an NFL contract.
It was all worth it.
Shawn, smiling like the richest motherfucker, stood and hugged his mother first. He then moved to his three older sisters. The fourth and youngest sister, Samantha—a girl I’d been secretly fooling around with since I met her three days ago—he hugged next. And then, finally, he embraced his dad.
I was sitting the farthest away, and he reached me last.
He shook my hand and patted my arm as he hugged me. “We did it, man.”
“You did it.” I pulled back. “Now, go show the world why you deserve to be a Titan.”
Shawn followed my order, climbing the steps and walking onto the stage. A Titans hat was immediately placed on his head, and a jersey with his name and number was handed to him. He held the jersey in front of him, his smile growing even larger as he turned it, so the audience could see both sides.
The cheering erupted.
I took a quick peek at Samantha. She had her hand over her mouth; those gorgeous, dark eyes were wide and emotional as she stared at her brother.
I’d told his family that Shawn would get drafted in the top twenty.
But fifth?
I couldn’t fucking believe it.
Besides a few small endorsement deals and a soccer contract, this was my first big break. One that would get my name printed on every sports page across America. One that would prove to my boss that, even though I’d just recently graduated from college, I would continue working my ass off until I was the top sports agent in LA.
As I glanced back at Shawn, where he was now posing in front of the camera, my phone vibrated from inside my suit. I pulled it out, the screen lighting up with texts from Max and Brett and Scarlett—my best friends, who all worked at the same agency as me. Their messages congratulated me on the Titans contract and said we’d celebrate tomorrow when I got back to California. Before putting my cell away, an email came through. It was from the Titans, and it outlined Shawn’s schedule and what was required of him in the next few days.
I reviewed it all and slipped the phone into my pocket, waiting for Shawn to reach our aisle before I said, “Are you ready to get back to work?”
“Hell yeah.”
“The Titans want you to report to their training facility tomorrow afternoon. That means, instead of flying home to Florida, you’ll be heading to Nashville.”
“I’m down for whatever they want.”
“Good,” I said, pounding his fist. “Then, tonight, we celebrate.”
“Tonight, we’re getting fucking drunk,” he promised.
And, hell, he kept that goddamn promise.
By one that morning, Samantha and I wanted to slip out of the bar and go back to our hotel for some alone time. We’d partied enough. So, she mentioned to her family that she was ready to go to bed, and I told Shawn I would escort her to the hotel.
I hadn’t been able to keep my fucking hands off her, and after three days of foreplay, I was ready for more.
She was the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen. She didn’t just deserve my attention; her presence demanded it.
And she had all of it—my hands and my mouth whenever one of her family members wasn’t looking, my stare even if they were.
And, now, we were going to be by ourselves, and we wouldn’t have to hide what we were doing.
I held her hand while we caught a taxi outside the bar in lower Manhattan, and we were driven to Midtown. We stumbled out of the back seat, and as I walked her into the lobby, my arm snaked around her waist.
“Shawn is going to be sooo far away now,” she slurred.
I wasn’t paying attention to her words. I was too focused on her body. As I held it tightly against my side, I was so turned on. Her heat, her smell, her touch—I wanted more, and I wanted it now.
“Nashville isn’t even close to Florida, and I’m all the way down in Miami,” she continued. “How will I see his games?”
“Your brother will be making enough that he can fly you there every weekend.”
“You think?”
As we reached the elevator, I hit the button to take us upstairs. “I know.”
“But he could get cut, couldn’t he? And then what would happen?”
I turned her toward me. Those thick, glossy lips were begging me to kiss them. “Then, I’d find him a new team. But that’s not going to happen. He’s too good.”
“You’re so sure.”
I put my hand on the back of her head, tilting her face up to mine. “Tennessee just lost one of their starting tight ends. They need someone with your brother’s height and speed and with hands as quick as his. As long as he doesn’t get injured during camp, he’s got the starting spot.”
“You’re so sexy when you talk football.”
I gripped her harder, my mouth moving closer to hers until I heard the elevator open. Then, my hand dropped to her waist again, and I led her inside, hitting the button for my floor. My room was where she’d chosen to hang out tonight.
“Make it move faster,” she said, referring to the speed in which we were climbing.
She wrapped her hands around my arm, and she licked across her top lip. I couldn’t pull my fucking eyes away.
It was so hard to make sure her brother had been occupied each time I kissed her. But at six-six, Shawn had three inches and a good thirty pounds on me. He was my top client. I sure as fuck didn’t want him to see me all over his nineteen-year-old sister, who lived on the opposite side of the country as me, attending school at the University of Miami.
I didn’t have to worry about that anymore.
“You think you have another drink in you?”
She hiccuped. “I know I do.” I laughed, and she grabbed the lapels of my suit. “I majored in partying last semester. You know, all freshmen do their first year in college.”
“I remember. I was one once.”
The door slid open, and I brought her to my room. Once we were inside, she went to the minibar and scanned the shelves. She pulled out four small bottles of vodka and held them in the air.
“These will do,” she said, handing me two and then climbing on top of the bed, gently bouncing while she guzzled the first one. Once the small bottle was empty, she dropped it onto the mattress and opened the second one. Right before it reached her mouth, she jumped, and the vodka splashed out. Some landed on her face and the rest on her shirt.
“Oh my God,” she screeched, using her sleeve to wipe it off her skin.
I set both of my bottles on the dresser—one full, the other in my stomach. I’d taken it down like a shot as I watched her jump, her fucking nipples hardening more with each bounce.
“I’ll get you a towel.”
I went into the bathroom, grabbing the hand towel by the sink, and I returned to the bed.
Samantha was sitting on the mattress with her shirt off, holding it up in the air for me to see. “It’s soaked.”
The only thing I was focused on was her tits. They were held tightly in a black strapless bra, her pink nipples poking through the lace.
Jesus, fuck.
She had curves. She had the smoothest-looking skin. She had the kind of body I wanted to worship, that I wanted to taste until my tongue was too tired to lick anymore.
“Do you want a T-shirt to put on?”
She shook her head, and I took several steps closer until I stood in front of her. Using my knee, I slid her legs apart and moved in between them.
I wanted her bra off.
I wanted her jeans on my goddamn floor.
I wanted her lips around the end of my cock.
She was Shawn’s sister, and I was playing with fucking fire.
“You have way too much on.” Her hands went to my belt, and she unhooked it, unbuttoning and unzipping my suit pants. As they fell to the floor, she started on my jacket and shirt, and suddenly, I had on only a T-shirt and my boxer briefs.
I ran my fingers across her cheek, the look in her eyes telling me she was waiting for me to make the next move. My thumb then dipped lower and found a slick spot on her chin, a place she must have missed where the vodka had spilled. I brought my thumb up to my mouth and licked it off.
“Your brother can never know what happens in here. If he ever found out, it could ruin my career.”
“I know.” She blushed. “I’m going to go wash my face.”
I stopped myself from putting my hand back on her. “Go do that.”
She slid to the side and slowly rose from the bed.
“Fuck,” I groaned as I watched her take a step, her smile pulling me in as much as her tits. “Your body is incredible.”
She stood next to me, and I turned toward her. She ran her hands up her sides until they landed on her tits, two fingers brushing over her nipples.
The liquor had made her more confident.
I liked this version, and I liked how innocent she had acted before she started drinking.
But this sexual side was hot as hell, and it was fucking dangerous. My cock didn’t seem to care; the goddamn thing was so hard, the tip was grinding against my stomach.
“Go wash your face, and come right back,” I told her.
Once I heard the bathroom door close, I took off my T-shirt and flopped down onto the bed. I pulled the blanket back, got my feet under it, and tucked the rest of it over me, my head sinking into the pillow.
My contract with Shawn was for three years. I couldn’t have him find out what happened in this room, and I couldn’t have him pissed off at me. I was just starting my career. This wasn’t a good way to kick it off.
But, damn, that girl was seductive as fuck.
And I wanted her.
And I’d have her the second she returned to this bed.
I’d taste. I’d eat. I’d kiss every inch of that skin until she was screaming so loud, the only thing left to give her was my cock.
As I waited for her, I thought about how her pussy would feel.
How warm it would be.
How tight it would clench my dick.
And, just as I imagined what she would look like naked, I heard the sound of the bathroom door. My eyes shot to the entryway as I waited for her to step out. It took her a few seconds to round the corner. When she did, I saw that she’d taken her jeans off, and she was standing in front of me in just her strapless bra and a pair of matching panties.
“Get over here,” I ordered.
She stopped when she reached the foot of the bed. “What are you going to do to me, handsome?”
“I’m going to fucking devour you.”
She shook her head, a smile growing over that gorgeous face. “You’re a naughty man, Jack Hunt.”
“Naughty doesn’t happen until I rip off those panties and put my tongue on your pussy.”
With my head pounding from how much I’d drunk last night, I gently opened my eyes and slid out from underneath Samantha’s arms, getting up to search for my ringing phone. I found it in my jacket and turned off the alarm I’d set.
It was a little past six, which meant my flight was in three hours.
Knowing I needed food more than a shower, I put my feet through the leg holes of my boxer briefs. Once those were on, my pants were next, followed by all the other clothes I’d dropped on the floor last night.
I went into the bathroom to do a quick brush of my teeth before tossing all my shit into my suitcase, which I rolled to the door.
Samantha hadn’t moved in the bed. Her hair was fanned across the white pillow, the blanket pulled up to her neck. I leaned down and pressed my lips against her forehead.
“Good-bye, gorgeous girl,” I whispered into her cheek.
She didn’t even stir.
I went to the door, taking one last look behind me, and then I closed it, moving down the long hallway.
After a long cab ride, I checked in at the airport, and once I reached my gate, I reclined in one of the seats and took out my phone. It was late in LA, but I had a feeling Brett would still be up.
Me: Yo, you awake?
Brett: How was last night?
Me: The draft was sick. Fifth? That’s some serious shit. I still can’t believe it.
Brett: You worked hard for that one. Cha-ching.
Me: And I partied hard to celebrate. I’m hungover as fuck.
Brett: Are you going to make your flight?
Me: Yeah, I’m good. So, I met the girl of my fucking dreams.
Brett: And?
Me: Best sex I’ve ever had in my life.
Brett: Then, why don’t you bump your flight a couple of days and spend some more time with her?
Me: I can’t have her.
Brett: Why?
Me: She’s Shawn Cole’s little sister.
Brett: Fuck, man, you’re right. Cut that s
hit off right now. Don’t risk it. It’s career-ending; you know that. Remember, clients first. Always.
Me: Mother. Fucker. I’ll see you when I get home.
Prologue
Samantha - Eight Years Ago
After I finished washing the vodka off my face, I slipped out of my jeans and left them on the counter in the bathroom. I didn’t need them on anymore. Not with the way things had been heating up before I spilled the booze all over me.
It had been three days of nonstop flirting and messing around with my brother’s agent.
Three days of teasing.
I wanted this man, and tonight, I was going to have him.
I took a final peek at myself in the mirror, brushing away the fallen specks of eye shadow and fixing my eyeliner, and then I walked in the hallway and around the corner to the bedroom.
Jack was in bed, a blanket covering him from the waist down. He looked so incredibly hot. His chest was bare, extremely toned and defined. There was a delicious amount of scruff on his face, and he stared at me with a narrow gaze, those skilled, large hands resting over the comforter.
He wasn’t a college student.
He wasn’t a twenty-something dropout.
He was a businessman who had a real job, working with athletes and getting them signed to professional leagues.
Nothing was sexier than that.
Except for the way he was staring at me, like he wasn’t going to leave this room until he feasted on every part of me.