Pregnant by the Maverick Millionaire
Joss Wood
When a one-night stand leads to a life-altering little surprise...
Her profession might be matchmaking, but businesswoman Brodie Stewart isn't interested in finding a husband. What she wants is sexy Mavericks CEO Kade Webb. Happily, the former hockey player is all in for a no-strings night of fun. Yet a few weeks later when Brodie realizes her flu is actually morning sickness, Kade is adamant that they raise their baby together. Brodie barely survived heartbreak before. Falling in love can't be part of their deal. But she has a sneaking suspicion her Mavericks baby daddy is forming a plan of his own...
"We can't be both friends and lovers, Kade!" Brodie protested.
"We can be anything we damn well want," Kade replied. "But for now, why don't we try to be friends first, figure out how we're going to be parents together without complicating it with sex?"
He confused and bedazzled her, Brodie admitted. She couldn't keep up with him. She felt like she was being maneuvered into a corner, pushed there by the force of his will. "I don't know! I need to think."
Kade smiled, stepped back and placed his hands into the pockets of his khaki shorts. "You can think all you want, Brodie, but it isn't going to change a damn thing. I'm going to be around whether you like it or not." He ducked his head and dropped a kiss on her temple.
"You might as well get used to it," he murmured into her ear.
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Pregnant by the Maverick Millionaire is part of the series From Mavericks to Married-Three superfine hockey players finally meet their matches!
Dear Readers,
In Trapped with a Maverick Millionaire you met Mac, the first of my panty-meltingly hot, unfairly talented and commitmentphobic Mavericks heroes. This is Kade's story. I have to say that I have loved every minute of dragging these stubborn guys to the altar.
Kade and Brodie each have massive issues around love and happiness, and when they meet again after six months, the chemistry between them is off the charts. They agree to a onetime thing, just to work it out of their systems. After their fantastic time together, Brodie and Kade talk about the fact that Brodie has donated a free matchmaking session to be auctioned at the Mavericks' Charity Ball, and Kade tells her that he'd rather be shot than be "matched" by her.
Then their world tilts upside down. At the auction, Mac's fiancée, happy and in love, puts in a preposterous bid for Brodie's services and gifts it, very publicly, to Kade, in the hope that the "elusive one" will find his match. Kade can't refuse and Rory has donated the matchmaking session and life is suddenly very complicated.
And how exactly are you supposed to find a guy his life partner-even though he doesn't want one-when you are carrying his baby? And what do you do when you start having feelings for him when you aren't supposed to feel anything for anybody ever again? Read on to find out!
With love,
Joss
One
Funny.
Built.
Sexy.
Smart. So, so, smart.
Courteous, hot, confident.
He was the entire package, a gorgeous combination of everything any woman would ever want or need for a flash-in-the-pan encounter. That being said, Brodie Stewart knew there were at least a billion women in the world who would slap her senseless for what she was about to do and she didn't blame them.
"Brodie? Did you hear me? I asked if you want to come upstairs," Kade whispered into her ear, his hand on her rib cage, his thumb rubbing the underside of her right breast.
She licked her lips and tasted him on her tongue, inhaled the citrus and spice of his soap-scented skin and tipped her head sideways to allow his lips to explore the cords of her neck. Man, he was good at this, Brodie thought.
She should step away, she should stop this...
She'd been saying the same thing for three weeks. She shouldn't have waited for Kade every early morning on the running trail, shouldn't have felt the butterflies in her stomach when he loped toward her, a six-foot-plus slab of celebrity muscle. She shouldn't have laughed at his jokes, responded to his gentle flirting. And she certainly shouldn't have accepted his offer to return to his place for a lazy cup of Saturday morning coffee/sex after their seven-mile loop around Stanley Park.
As much as she wanted to know what that cocky, mobile mouth could do, she definitely should not have kissed him.
She'd thought she had it all worked out, had convinced herself she could handle this, him. It wasn't like she hadn't had sex since Jay. There had been a few guys-okay, two-since the accident a decade ago. On paper, Kade was perfect. The ex-professional ice hockey player, now second in charge of the Vancouver Mavericks, was resolutely single. Proudly unavailable and, unlike most females of a certain age, Brodie had no desire to change him. In fact, one of the reasons she'd said yes to his offer for coffee was because she knew exactly what he wanted and it wasn't a happily-ever-after with her.
Okay, it had been a while and she was out of practice, but why, oh, dear Lord why, couldn't she get past her hang-ups and have a quick tumble with the gorgeous, very practiced Kade Webb?
Maybe it was because something about him resonated with her, because he was more than a pretty package. Because his kisses were deep and compelling and made her quiver with more than a quick physical connection. He reminded her of love, of intimacy, of emotional connections.
She really didn't want the reminder.
Brodie peeled herself off Kade's wide chest and dropped a quick so-sorry kiss on his chin, her lips brushing the golden stubble on his jaw. She rolled off the leather couch, stood up and walked over to the floor-to-ceiling folding doors leading to an expansive balcony. Brodie placed her hand on the cool glass. From this penthouse loft downtown he had the most amazing view of False Creek and the Granville and Burrard bridges. It was a big-bucks view and absolutely fabulous. She took it in...and gave herself time to form a response to his question.
Reluctantly Brodie turned and placed her hands behind her butt, leaning against the glass. Her heart and libido wanted to return to his embrace, trace those long, hard muscles, taste his naturally olive-shaded skin, shove her hands into his loose, surfer-boy blond hair, watch those brown eyes deepen to black as passion swept him away. But her brain was firmly in charge and it was telling her to run, as far and as fast as she could, before she found herself in a situation that was out of her control.
God, he was going to think she was a tease, that she was playing him. She wasn't, not really. She was just protecting herself.
Emotionally. Psychically. In all the ways she could.
Brodie felt his eyes on her but stared down at her sneakers, wishing she was wearing more than a tight hoodie and running tights. She knew he was waiting for an explanation for her blowing hot and cold, for kissing him senseless and then backing away. She couldn't tell him-this man she'd jogged with, who knew nothing more about her than her name and that she liked to run-that even though she was crazy horny, the idea of sex, with him, reminded her of intimacy and intimacy scared the skin off her.
He was supposed to be a fun time, a quick thing but, dammit, Kade Webb had stirred up emotions she thought were long dead. Of all the men in Vancouver, why him? He was such a cliché-handsome, wealthy, charming, successful. In Jane Austen's world he would've been called a rake and three hundred years later the moniker still suited him well.
Brodie sighed, wishing she'd played this differently. Everyone knew what a fitness fanatic he was, how fast he ran, and it was common knowledge that he ran most mornings in Stanley Park. She'd wanted to see if she could, in any way, keep up with him. Instead of keeping pace with him at the crack of dawn, she should've hung back and kept her distance. At first he'd been amused with her idea that she could match his long-legged stride, but she'd run track in college. She had speed and stamina on her side. When he realized he couldn't shake her he started bantering with her. Many runs and many conversations led to this morning's invitation for coffee/sex.
She'd enjoyed those random conversations so much she'd frequently forgotten she was jogging with the city's most elusive bachelor. To her, he was just a guy with a wicked sense of humor, a sharp brain and, admittedly, a very sexy body. Running alongside him had certainly not been a hardship. She'd actually taken pleasure in his appreciation of her.
So much so that she'd thought she was strong enough, brave enough, to have a casual encounter on a Saturday morning as any other confident, sophisticated, modern woman would. Yeah. Right.
"You've changed your mind, haven't you?" His voice was as rich as the sunbeams dancing across the wooden floor. Her eyes flew up to meet his and, to her relief, she didn't see any anger in his expression, just regret.