Blind Side Read Online Kandi Steiner

Categories Genre: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance, Sports, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 121233 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 606(@200wpm)___ 485(@250wpm)___ 404(@300wpm)
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Just like it had a hundred times since that day, the memory of it had my pulse racing, and I let my book flop against my chest as I reached for the glass of water on my bedside table and gulped half of it down. After, I just sat there, staring at my bookcase at the foot of my bed as I replayed it.

I’d been kissed before. I had.

There was Ricky in the fifth grade, who threw a dodgeball over the playground fence and then asked the teacher if we could go retrieve it together. He pressed his lips against mine and held them there for three seconds — ones he counted on his fingers — before running off laughing.

There was also Matthew, the closest thing I’d had to a boyfriend, who made out with me in a very slobbery way every chance he could get my entire sophomore year of high school. He was also the first one to stick his hand up my shirt, which deterred me from ever wanting that to happen again if all boys groped as hard as he did.

But other than that?

I was not well-versed in the subject.

Well, unless you counted my romance novels, which was about all I could think about the moment I leapt into Clay’s arms at the cafeteria with every single person watching.

We’d practiced. We’d rehearsed. I knew exactly what to do, what to say, to make a scene and make it convincing. I felt like the main character in a cheesy rom com, caught up in a crazy scheme with a guy way out of my league. It was thrilling. It was fun.

Until the moment he caught me, and my legs wrapped around him, and I realized there was nothing between us but my cotton thong that said Monday on the crotch.

It had stolen my breath, that recognition, the way I’d felt his stone-hard abs brush against my center. But it was nothing compared to when he tilted my chin like a cinnamon roll hero would and kissed me.

I didn’t mean to lean into it, to inhale that kiss and nonverbally ask for more when I arched into him.

But I also hadn’t expected it to feel so good.

He held me like I weighed nothing, his knuckles still there under my chin as his lips pressed softly against my own. And when I’d deepened the kiss, when I’d wrapped my arms tighter around his neck? He’d only pulled me closer, a low groan rumbling out of his throat that made something… different happen to me. It sent a spark of fire roaring up my inner thighs, one that sparked at my core and had me flushing any time I thought about it since.

It also had me salivating at the thought of doing it with Shawn.

Sure, it was fun with Clay, but it was pretend. Having an actual boyfriend who would kiss me like that all the time? So long, I’d yearned for that.

And until Clay offered me this ridiculous fake-dating situation, I hadn’t realized how desperate I was to get it, what lengths I would go.

Now?

I was all in.

My boss had been as surprised as that cafeteria full of football players, calling me into her office after the media had finally packed it in and crawled off campus that evening.

“So. I see you’ve figured out how to wrangle Clay Johnson,” Charlotte had said, not so much as looking at me from where she was typing away on her computer.

I’d merely pushed my glasses up my nose, knowing a response wasn’t warranted.

“Be careful,” she’d warned, but then her lips had tilted into a smile as her eyes met mine. “And have fun.”

That was it. Permission granted.

I had a feeling it had a lot more to do with the fantastic interview Clay had provided ESPN’s Sarah Blackwell than anything else, but I didn’t question it. He’d owed me that much, at the very least.

And now, he owed me his part of our little dating bargain, too.

I blinked, coming out of my thoughts as I settled deeper into my sheets and folded my book open again. Another handful of Cheetos went in my mouth, and then I propped my book on my chest and slipped back into another universe.

“You forget who makes the rules here, Francesca,” Nino warned against Francesca’s lips, his breath like the hot metal of a gun against her neck. “And who hands out the punishment to those who break them.”

She pressed into him, not backing away from where his fingers wrapped around her throat. “You’ve been dying to punish me ever since you locked me down here,” she spat. And in a move so bold she couldn’t believe it was she who made it, Francesca wrapped her hand around the bulge protruding through Nino’s expensive Boglioli slacks. “What’s stopping you?”



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