Anna lives every day the best she can while struggling against the
demons that threaten to consume her and drag her back into the darkness of her
troubled past. The last thing she needs right now is a guy, especially one as
sweet and sexy as Jed.
When the attraction becomes too strong to resist, she gives into
it. Even when she knows it’ll only end in disaster and leave her more her
scared and broken than she was before.
Jed wants to find the right woman and he’s drawn to Anna by carnal
magnetism, but she also brings out an alpha side of him that he’s never known.
When his alpha rears its head, it triggers memories in Anna and her carefully
crafted wall of protection begins to show cracks.
When fate and misunderstandings threaten their already delicate
relationship, can they survive? When Anna’s demons threaten to be unearthed and
Jed’s inner alpha only seem to make them worse, can they overcome?
Is it even worth it?
When she reaches my
door, I swing it open and lift her up for a kiss, just like always. With her
legs wrapped around my waist, I don’t think I’ll ever get sick of this ritual.
“Hey, baby,” I greet
her, smiling. I let her slide down my body, loving every second of her perfect
tits pressed against me.
She smiles brightly up
at me, lighting up my world. “Hey, you. I love Tuesdays.”
“Me, too.” I bend down
to plant another kiss on her lips. Everything on this woman is perfect, perfect
for me.
I step back, so she can
take off her coat. “How was your day?” I ask, knowing she’s gonna have some
funny stories.
Her beautiful smile
makes an appearance. “Do you know what Sarah said today?”
“I’m sure you’re going
to tell me,” I tease.
We head to the kitchen
to make dinner together, which has become a habit on Tuesdays.
She opens the fridge to
find the ingredients, making her black skirt stretch tightly over her
fantastically rounded ass. What do people
call it? Apple bottom?
“Hello?” she says,
annoyed.
I move my gaze from her
ass to her eyes, and give her that
smile. Her lips twitch, fighting laughter
“Hey, you can’t blame
me when you’re bent over while wearing that skirt.”
She stands and turns,
so I can see her breasts encased in a light pink blouse that fits her just
right, not helping my ogling problem.
“Eyes up here, buddy.”
“Sorry.”
But I’m not sorry at
all, and she knows it.
“Can you stop for two
seconds?” she says, rolling her eyes.
I know she loves it
though. I tilt my head up in thought, teasing her. I look back down at her and
say, “Nope.”
She rolls her eyes.
“Fine, then veggie casserole it is,” she says, returning to the fridge.
Panic flares through
me, and I reach out and turn her to me. “Wait—what? Let’s not get hasty here.”
She bursts out
laughing, laying her head against my chest. She circles her arms around my
waist and looks up at me. “I knew a meatless dish would get your attention.”
She laughs.
I give her a half-stern
look. “That wasn’t funny. I mean, seriously, you don’t joke about food. That’s
just wrong.”
She only laughs harder.
“I was asking you before if chicken stir fry was okay, but you were too busy
leering at my ass to listen.”
“Hey! I was
appreciating the perfection that is your ass,” I say. “There was no leering
involved whatsoever.”
She rolls her eyes
again, still smirking. “Whatever you say, buddy. So, does stir fry work for
you?”
“Absolutely, baby.”
She turns back to the
fridge to gather the ingredients.
“So, what did Sarah say
today?” I ask, trying hard not to get distracted again. It’s not an easy task,
considering I have a sexy woman wearing a teacher outfit while cooking for me
right now. It’s like someone reached into my head and pulled out my fantasy.
She turns after
gathering what she needs, and she kicks the door closed with her stocking feet.
“Can you grab me a cutting board?”
“Sure,” I say and turn
to grab one out of the cupboard for her.
“So, we were talking
about what makes us happy, and she goes, ‘The sun shining down on my face when
I’m with my mommy.’ I mean, come on, is that not the sweetest thing you’ve ever
heard?”
I laugh and shake my
head. “That’s cute,” I agree, handing her the cutting board and kissing the top
of her head. “What else can I do?”
“Why don’t you get out
a wok?” she says, pulling out a knife and starts to chop up the chicken.
“What the hell is a
wok?”
She looks at me and
rolls her eyes. “The big frying pan that looks like a bowl.”
I pull out something
resembling what she’s talking about. “This?”
“Yes, perfect. Thanks.
Oh, and guess what Ian said?” She laughs as she turns her attention back to
chopping
“I bet it’s good,” I
say, laughing with her. “What can I do next?” I ask as I walk up behind her and
close my arms around her waist.
She tilts her head
back, and I brush my lips against hers.
“You can start the rice
if you want.”
“Okay,” I say, backing
up to find a pot to start boiling water.
“So, we were talking
about senses, hearing specifically, and I was asking the kids what makes a
sound. Ian shoots his hand up and starts waving it around frantically. It’s
obvious he must have this brilliant idea, right?”
She glances over at me
where I’m filling the pot with water, and I nod.
“So, I call on him, and
he says, ‘Tick tock.’ I’m like, ‘Good, Ian. A clock makes the sound tick tock.’
Then, he starts shaking his head back and forth and goes, ‘No, Miss M. I
mean”—and he starts singing—“tick tock, on the clock, but the party don’t
stop.’ ” She starts laughing.
My gut squeezes at
seeing her so happy, especially since I’ve seen her so full of anguish.
“You know that Ke$ha
song, right?”
I chuckle as I walk
over to the stove and set the pot down to start boiling the water. I lean down
and kiss her cheek. “Yeah, I know which one you’re talking about, and that is
pretty funny. I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself.”
She grins and turns her
head, so she can kiss me quickly on the lips. “Oh my gosh, I almost forgot the
funniest thing,” she continues as she tosses the chicken she cut up into the
woky-pan thing. Then, she takes the cutting board and knife to the sink. “Can
you wash these for me real quick?”
“Sure, baby,” I say,
coming up behind her before she has a chance to turn back to the stove.
I press myself against
her ass with my hands on either side of her, and I duck my head to kiss along
her neck and shoulder. She tilts her head to allow me better access.
“Mmm, you’re
distracting me,” she murmurs.
I kiss up her neck
until I reach her ear, and I flick my tongue out to lick just underneath her
lobe. “Payback,” I whisper.
She spins around, wraps
her arms around my neck, and brings me down to kiss me hard. I fucking love how
fast I turn her on.
“Payback for what?” she
whispers against my lips.
I press my hard-on
against her stomach. “You’re walking around while looking so fucking sexy that
it’s distracting me,” I say against her lips. I kiss her again, slowly but
deeply stroking her soft warm tongue with my own.
She moans and squeezes
her arms tighter around me, pressing her curvy little body against mine, and
it’s a green flag at NASCAR. I pick her up, put her sexy-as-fuck behind on the
edge of the sink, and shove my mouth into her mouth like my life depends on it.
She claws at my shoulders and kisses me back just as hard. I rub my rock-solid
length against her center, which is now at the perfect height, only making it
more difficult not to strip her and fuck her now, right at this fucking second.
I rub against her again, harder this time, and I deepen the kiss further than I
thought possible. I reach down and inch my fingers up the inside of her thigh
where her skirt has ridden up. My hand moves slowly, building the anticipation
until I reach something I did not see coming.
I break the kiss and
glance down. “Jesus! Fuck, you’re wearing garters!” I pant while trailing my
fingers along the edge of her stocking, not taking my eyes off her toned smooth
thighs.
I watch as goose bumps
erupt along her skin, and she lets out a soft whimper. My eyes shoot to hers,
and she bites down on her lower lip and hoods her eyes. I watch as a slow,
seductive smile spreads across her lips.
My cock jerks. I’m so
fucking turned-on right now from seeing this woman turn on the seduction for
me.
Jesus
Christ, I don’t think anything could be hotter.
I keep my eyes on her
face as it starts to soften and a flush spreads across her cheek bones. Her
breathing gets heavier as I inch my fingers up, edging closer, closer, almost
there—
“Oh fuck, the chicken!”
she shouts, pushing me back, drawing me out of my stupor.
Now, I’m starting to
smell the burning food. She hops off the counter, rushes to the stove to remove
the pan from the burner, and starts scraping the charred chicken off the pan in
an attempt to salvage dinner.
She glances over at me
where I’m still recovering. She tries to look annoyed, but her breathing is
still erratic, and her face is still flushed.
“You ruined dinner,
hornball.”
I smirk and saunter
over to where she’s standing. With her back to me, I wrap my arms around her
and nuzzle my face into her neck, breathing her in. “If you’re looking for an
apology, you’re not getting one,” I say. Then, I nibble her earlobe. “Let’s
finish what we started and order take-out.”
She groans and pushes
her backside against me. “Okay,” she breathes. “I like that plan.”
Nicki DeStasi was raised in a small town in Massachusetts. She
attended Fitchburg State College and studied Early Childhood Education. As a
child, she enjoyed reading, but only recently began doing it again. She has
always had an inventive imagination and finally decided to put those ideas on
paper for others to enjoy. Worth It
will be Nicki’s first self-published book. A few personal facts: Sloth from The
Goonies is her third cousin, she acted and stared in several plays throughout high
school and college, and she can play four different instruments. Nicki’s
philosophy is to appreciate the good things in life. If we didn’t make mistakes
and have bad things happen then we wouldn’t know how truly wonderful the good
things are. No matter how difficult life is sometimes, if we look to the people
that love us, then we can get through them and on to the good stuff.
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