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  Player in a Suit

  Cockiest Suits Book 3

  Alex Wolf

  Player in a suit Copyright © 2018 Alex Wolf

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  Publisher © Alex Wolf May 18th, 2018

  Cover Design: Lori Jackson

  Editor: Spellbound

  Formatting: Alex Wolf

  Contents

  Introduction

  1. Jaxson

  2. Jenna

  3. Jaxson

  4. Jenna

  5. Jaxson

  6. Jenna

  7. Jaxson

  8. Jenna

  9. Jaxson

  10. Jenna

  11. Jaxson

  12. Jenna

  13. Jaxson

  14. Jenna

  15. Jaxson

  16. Jenna

  17. Jaxson

  18. Jenna

  19. Jaxson

  20. Jaxson

  Preview Devil in a Suit

  Introduction

  Brooke

  Weston

  Brooke

  Preview Playboy in a Suit

  Introduction

  April

  Brodie

  April

  Preview Shagged

  Introduction

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Bonus Book Professor’s Pet

  Preview Rebel in a Suit

  Introduction

  Maxwell

  Claire

  Maxwell

  Free Book Offer

  About the Author

  Player in a Suit

  I’m a player in a suit.

  I was a good man once.

  Had a woman I loved. We were supposed to run away together.

  She didn’t show. Never saw her again.

  Lesson learned.

  My family worked for her father on their ranch.

  When she stood me up I made a vow to conquer the world, come back, and buy their piece of sh*t property and sell it off for parts.

  She turned me into the man I am today.

  I loved her with all my heart. She ripped it out of my chest and stomped on it.

  Now, I’m a partner at a powerhouse law firm in Dallas. I don’t even think of her. I’m done with women. They’re nothing but sexual transactions in the bedroom. I get off and move on.

  Imagine my surprise when Jenna Jacobi strolls into my law firm and asks me to handle her divorce.

  I should turn her away or pawn her off on some junior attorney.

  I was done with her a long time ago.

  But something deep down inside of me filters back to the surface. No matter how hard I fight it, she still gets to me. We were meant to be together forever.

  I can’t let her hurt me again. Idiots repeat history. I’m a different man now. A cold bastard. I can’t be reformed.

  I’m Jaxson Parker, Attorney at Law.

  Jaxson

  Jenna Jacobi is my life.

  I grin while I wait for her to show up.

  Never thought we’d go from two kids that hated each other to where we are now. When we were younger we fought non-stop. Constant bickering.

  Jenna’s family has money. More money than I’ll probably ever see.

  None of that matters now, though. We grew closer in our teen years.

  We love each other. You can’t put a price tag on something like that.

  Staring at the letter on the counter, I can’t wait to give her the news. We finally have our ticket out of this shithole. Away from her asshole father who thinks I’ll never be good enough for her.

  I haven’t even told my dad yet. He’s still out in the field repairing fences. He works his ass off to put food on the table and keep a roof over our heads. I’m not sure how he’ll take the news.

  I hate how hard he works for basically nothing.

  He does whatever Carver Jacobi wants and that prick acts like we aren’t good enough to look in their direction.

  Dad thinks I’m going to follow his footsteps and work at the Jacobi ranch, but I’ve been busting my ass studying, making good grades. I applied for every scholarship I could, and it just paid off.

  I have a full ride to Duke. I have bigger dreams outside of this farm.

  I want to take Jenna with me and prove to her old man we don’t need his money. We can both get jobs and if we get married we can live in family housing.

  Grabbing the letter, I fold it in half and shove it in the back pocket of my jeans.

  When I get to the barn, Jenna’s waiting for me up in the hayloft.

  We sneak up here all the time. It’s our place.

  Our first kiss was in this barn as well as our first time. It’s like the world doesn’t exist when I’m up here with her.

  I never thought I’d find myself in love with snotty little Jenna Jacobi but she’s my entire world.

  When I climb up the ladder, I find her curled up with a book. She’s so damn beautiful she takes my breath away.

  Long sun-kissed hair that hangs over her shoulders. Toffee eyes that melt me with one look. There’s a dust of freckles over the bridge of her nose and a smile that just screams—hope. Any time I look at her I know we’ll be okay.

  “Hey.” Her word comes out on a soft breath.

  “Hey.” I pull her into me and claim her delicious cherry lips.

  One kiss turns into a heavy make-out session. I find myself pushing her down on the blanket spread across the hay and moving the straps of her dress down, so I can kiss her freckled shoulders.

  “God, I love you.” I trail my lips up and down her throat.

  “I love you too, always.”

  “You’ll always be mine. No matter what.” Pushing her dress up her hips, I work her panties off, eager to be inside her. When I’m with Jenna I truly feel at home. Like I matter to someone.

  To Jenna’s dad I’m a loser with no future. The son of a broken man with nothing to offer the world.

  But Jenna sees me.

  She believes in me and I believe in us.

  Jenna

  Tonight’s the night. Jaxson and I will finally leave this town behind to start our forever.

  I’ve had my bag packed for weeks. He got his scholarship and has an apartment lined up for us to live with three other people. I’m terrified of what my father will do when he finds me gone, but I love Jaxson and want nothing more than to be with him. I’ve loved him since I was a little girl when he’d pick on me and put dirt in my hair.

  I’m supposed to meet him at the barn then we’re walking to town to catch the first bus out in the morning.

  At dinner I can’t stop fidgeting. My knee bounces up and down uncontrollably. My stomach’s been in knots for weeks. I’ve been afraid my dad will know something is up. Mom keeps asking me if I have ants in my pants. I lie and tell her I’m nervous because I haven’t heard from any of the schools I applied to. Dad shoots me a weird look, like he knows something I don’t. The way he grins makes me want to vomit. It’ll be hard leaving my family behind. I love them, but Jaxson is my life. I can’t live without him.

  I ask to be excused and start pacing the se
cond I walk into my room, waiting for the right time to slip out of the house. Every night after dinner Dad goes into his study to have a drink.

  It isn’t long after that he goes to bed. That’s when I’ll make my escape.

  Taking a look around my room I wonder if this is the last time I’ll see it. Dad will probably cut me off when he finds out what I’m doing.

  I don’t need his money though. I wish he’d give Jaxson and me his blessing.

  I don’t know why he hates him so much. He hates Jax’s father too, even though he has them living in a guesthouse on the far end of the ranch.

  I look at the clock. Dad should be in bed by now.

  An unexpected knock sounds at my door.

  It’s my mom, and her face is pale. I’ve never seen her look so—frightened.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Your father wants you in the study.”

  My stomach drops.

  He knows.

  I’ll play dumb, and when he’s satisfied I’ll make a run for it.

  When I walk into the study there are three men I’ve never seen before.

  Dad sits behind his desk smiling.

  “Daddy?”

  He looks up at me like he’s won. In his own way, I know he loves me. But he loves business more than anything, even my mother. It’s something everyone knows but never says.

  “Princess, I have someone I’d like you to meet.”

  “Umm, okay.” The men eye me up and down like I’m cattle at an auction.

  The youngest of the three has a devilish grin spread across his face.

  I want to turn and run. Bolt straight into Jaxson’s arms.

  He’s probably wondering where I am by now.

  “This is Mr. Reyes, his son Leonard, and one of their associates.” Dad nods at them.

  My body tenses. Something seems very wrong about these men. “What’s going on?”

  “Sweetheart, you and Leonard are going to be married. It’s been arranged.”

  My world flips upside down, and a cold sweat breaks out along my hairline. “What?”

  Leonard steps forward. “I know you don’t know me. But, you’ll learn to love me. I promise.” He winks.

  My stomach curdles, and I fear I might lose my dinner. What is this? The nineteenth century? This can’t be happening.

  I pull my hand behind my back and shake my head. “I won’t marry you.”

  “It’s for the best, sweetheart. We’ll merge the two ranches.”

  I shake my head, tears stinging the corners of my eyes. “So, it’s about business? I’m a business transaction?”

  Dad stands up and scowls. “Did you think I’d just let you run off with that derelict piece of shit?”

  I look away at the wall and wipe the tears from my eyes. This can’t be happening.

  “You think I didn’t know.” He walks over and looms above me. “Did you think I didn’t know?” He scoffs. “You’re marrying Leonard. This is happening.”

  “I won’t do it.”

  He grins as Mom shakes behind him. Why won’t she stand up for me? It’s my life, not theirs.

  “Oh, yes you will.”

  “You can’t do anything to me. You don’t own me.”

  Dad glances to Mr. Reyes and back at me. “No, I can’t. But I can throw your little boyfriend’s family out on the street. And I can make sure they never work in this town again.”

  Horror floods my body. I can’t move. It’s like I’m paralyzed, stuck in a nightmare where I can’t scream or run.

  “That’s what I thought.”

  Leonard walks over and leans in next to my ear. “Like I said, you’ll learn to love me.”

  “Is there a problem?” Mr. Reyes glances at Dad then over to me.

  I have to go through with this. I love Jaxson too much. His family will be homeless and out of work if I don’t.

  I glance around at all of them, then stare at the floor. “Okay. You win.”

  Dad smiles. “That’s my good girl.”

  Jaxson

  13 Years Later

  That’s it, sweetheart.” I grip Sonya’s hair as she deepthroats my cock.

  My fingers tug on her wispy dark strands, pulling her head farther down as I hold back the load building in my balls.

  She looks up at me as tears form in the corners of her eyes. Her thin lips stretch around me as I record her with my phone.

  “Beautiful.” I growl the word, watching as I slide in and out of her mouth with ease. Her tongue moves up and down my shaft as her fingers stroke my taint.

  She’s dirty, and I like that about her.

  I’m close but not fully there yet.

  Sonya’s perfect melon-sized tits sit on full display in a sexy red lace bra. She’s fucking gorgeous. A pinup model who poses for tattoo magazines and calendars. Any man would love to have her, but she has one purpose for me—a hot, wet place to get off.

  There’s an understanding between us. When she comes to town we meet up at a hotel for drinks then I take her to a room and fuck her brains out.

  It’s been our thing for three months now, but she seems to be growing restless. Sonya wants more. I understand that she craves companionship but I’m not the man to provide it.

  I’m not interested in anything other than meaningless fucking.

  Pulling out of her mouth, I bring her up from the floor and order her to bend over the couch of the hotel suite I paid for. We won’t be sleeping here.

  I plow into Sonya from behind and fuck an orgasm out of her. It’s not all about me. We both have needs, and I want hers to be met as well.

  Later when we’re finished, I’ll use the shower and leave. Sonya can stay if she likes but I never stick around. There’s no cuddling. No whispering of sweet nothings. Just a mutual exchange.

  Sonya loves rough, dirty talk and I’m cast perfectly in that role.

  I tease my cock around her entrance before ramming it deep. “Such a dirty little slut. That’s how you like it, huh?”

  “Mmhmm.”

  I pull out to the tip and drive back in. “Look at this sweet fucking ass.” I smack her left cheek hard enough to leave a handprint and yank on her hair.

  She practically salivates while she screams my name for more.

  The only sounds in the room are wet bodies slapping together and the moans that leave her throat.

  Then, she ruins it.

  “Jaxson…”

  “Yeah, say my name when you take that dick, you dirty little bitch.” I ram into her once more as she clamps down on me.

  Her whole body shakes as she rides out the orgasm. I’m so fucking close my balls ache with delight.

  “Jaxson.” She breathes out the word.

  “Yeah?”

  So.

  Close.

  “I love you.”

  I stop moving.

  Time stands still.

  My cock practically shrivels and wilts away and I know a raging set of blue balls awaits in my near future.

  My eyes widen as she glances back at me, still panting. “What did you just say?” She might as well have said she was pregnant or had syphilis.

  What the fuck is happening right now?

  Her eyes stay locked on mine over her shoulder. “I love you.”

  I lean back and sit on my heels, still wondering if I heard her correctly.

  Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

  Here’s the thing. Any other woman I’d have been out the door already. But, Sonya seems nice. I’m an asshole, but the last thing I need is her bashing my windshield in with a baseball bat or showing up in tears at my office. I don’t know her well enough to know if she’s a little higher on the crazy scale than she seems.

  “Umm…”

  “Umm?” Her face turns that fiery red that has me wanting to sprint from the room. She doesn’t seem like the kind who’s ten shades of crazy, but I don’t want to risk it.

  “Look. You caught me off guard a little.”

  How can I play this? I need t
o let her down easy. I could tell her to fuck off, but that invites conflict, and conflict breeds catastrophe.

  “You’re nice, and I, umm, care about you and stuff…” Christ, I can’t even look at her when I say it. It sucks, but that wasn’t the arrangement. She knows better than to pull this shit. I have to just rip the Band-Aid off. “So, this was great, but I think it’s best we don’t see each other anymore.”

  “What?”

  “It’s just chemicals firing. We have to be reasonable about this. You don’t know me well enough to love me.”

  “That’s not true.” She sits up and slumps into the couch as I move to pull up my pants.

  I let out a heavy sigh. “I don’t do relationships. It’s not personal. And no, you don’t know anything about me other than that I like to come here when you’re in town to fuck. You know I drink bourbon. That’s really about it.”

  Her bottom lip trembles and I hope to fuck she doesn’t start crying. I don’t do tears either. Well, except for earlier, when she was sucking my dick. That’s different, though.

  “You’re an asshole.” Her hazel eyes turn a dark shade I haven’t seen before.

  “Not denying that.” I grab my jacket from a nearby chair. “Listen, we had fun. I’m sure you’ll meet the right person who will love you back. I’m doing you a favor here.”

  “Fuck you!”

  I’ll be damned if she doesn’t hurl an empty rocks glass at me and it shatters across the wall.