A Southern Gentleman Series Novel
ex-football player. Jayda’s a single
mother uninterested in another relationship until she sees Kamal with her
taste, and devour her like the delicacy she is until the world, her ex, and
Jayda recognize his name tatted on every inch of her curvy body.
deviously handsome player. But when the past runs an interference, they’ll learn in matters of the heart there are no rules.
wheel locks up. I rock the bag side to side, searching for the issue. “Where
with a smile. My heart skips a little and I’m stunned.
I open my mouth to thank him when I see all eyes on us. I nervously chuckle.
addressed as ma’am, don’t you think?”
derives straight from the steamy depths of hell because it’s downright sinful.
The man is a work of art.
sure. I swallow around the stone in my throat as he hunkers closer and examines
the wheels on my bag.
breathe and when I do, I inhale a long drag of temptation.
man rendering me speechless in the right way. This moment is going down in the
books. But in my defense, I’m delusional and sleep deprived. That’s what it is.
I lay a hand over my galloping heart, fighting to string together a response.
sensation travels through my body, awakening a whisper of attraction. I groan.
I lock eyes with him.
my best friend, Catrina. I figured staying with her for the week would makeup
for Brett ditching me.
and full eyebrows. He’s groomed, but all man. His golden peanut butter
complexion reminds me of my Reesie Piecie. And with that thought comes the
thorn in my side, Brett.
with me until he’s towering over me.
to find Catrina. Unlike my boyfriend, I’m a lot of things, but I’m not a
cheater. The moment I want someone more than what I have, I’m out. At least,
that was before I had Reese. Now, I stay because… staying’s the right thing to
heat flows from him to me in a timeless extension of energy, paralyzing me.
“Huh, someone’s waiting for me. Thanks again.”
brow of his arches in an unspoken question. I slip my hand from the warmth of
his. But the heat of his touch lingers.
handle of my bag and start rolling towards the front of the line.
squeal like kids. When we finally step back, she takes possession of my bag.
Then she stares at the man now standing beside us. “Kamal.”
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