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"I still don't know how you manage with four girls," Lori says, sitting in the lounger next to me.

"I wouldn't know what to do with a boy, to be honest," I confess. "Kenton is enough to handle."

"Talking about how wonderful I am?" he says, bringing me a gla.s.s of lemonade.

He leans down and kisses my neck, and I get that warm feeling low in my belly. His lips always make my toes curl, even after all these years.

"So we all set for next week?" Mark asks, looking at us.



"Yes, the girls are really excited. Are you sure you can handle all four of them for a week?"

Mark waves his hand like I've got to be kidding him.

"Please. Two boys is the same as four girls. We got this."

"I can't believe you're going back to the island," Lori says, laughing. "I thought you swore it was cursed."

I give Kenton a wink. "I asked my doctor if he was a boy scout."

"Why?" Lori asks confused.

"Because I wanted to make sure the knots he put in my tubes were extra tight when I got them tied after the triplets. We're done with the baby-making business."

We all laugh and spend the afternoon grilling out and having a relaxing day.

But a few months later, when we're back home from the island, two little blue lines appear on the test, and Kenton is c.o.c.kier than ever.

THE END.

Blackmailing the Virgin.

An Alexa Riley Promise.

by Alexa Riley.

When Calder c.o.x sees Felicity for the first time, he has to have her. There's nothing that will hold him back...until he finds out she's his business a.s.sociates's daughter.

Felicity Chandler is graduating college soon but has no idea what she wants to do. While playing her violin one night, she sees Calder and feels instantly drawn to him. But when he tries to keep his distance, she doesn't know what to do with all of her feelings.

Calder can't be held off much longer, and when his control snaps, there are consequences. Felicity might be trying to run, but he'll make sure she stays...even if he has to blackmail her to do it.

Warning: This is an Alexa Riley Promise, so it's over the top, contains no cheating, and will always come with an HEA. It's ridiculous baby-making drama that's packed full of heat.

Copyright 2016 by Author Alexa Riley LLC. All rights reserved.

No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. For permission requests, email to http://alexariley.com/.

Publisher's Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of the author's imagination. Locales and public names are sometimes used for atmospheric purposes. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or to businesses, companies, events, inst.i.tutions, or locales is completely coincidental.

Edited by Aquila Editing.

To all of you that snuck into your mom's secret collection of dirty books and got your first taste. These stories are for you!.

Chapter 1.

Felicity.

Can someone love and hate a city all at once? The new chill of winter blows, hitting my cheeks as I stand on the balcony of my father's condo in the middle of Manhattan while his Thanksgiving party rages on the other side of the building. More than fifty people came to celebrate and drink until G.o.d knows when. I know maybe five people at the party and tried to make an escape.

It's only been my father and me for years, and I know he feels the need to make holidays bigger than they really are for us. I'd rather spend that day with just the two of us. I don't like being around a lot of people, and the party below makes me uneasy in my own home. Even more so when I don't even really know the people. My father, being a top lawyer in New York, has a lot of people in and out of his life. New faces always seem to be popping up.

I'm only here for a few days before I'm back off to university once again, but this has been the pattern for the last eight years. I come home from boarding school or uni to a list of things or events that we will do or he'd like me to do, never really giving us much time alone. It's almost like my father fears the silence between us. I know he loves me. I'm just not sure he knows what to do with me. Sometimes when he looks at me, I wonder if he only sees my mother. A woman I know he cares nothing for. Maybe even hates, though he tries to pretend he doesn't.

Placing my hand on the clear gla.s.s railing of the balcony I look over the edge to the people hustling down the street below, on their way to anywhere and everywhere.

I lift my violin to my collarbone, holding it in my left hand, resting my face on the side as I let my eyes fall closed. The music flows, drowning out the sounds of the city, and the tension leaves my body. This is the one place I feel like I can play for an audience, something I've never really wanted to do. Do I love to play? Yes, more than anything. But I never felt the need to do it for others. My father says it's because I'm shy, which is true, but I don't think that's what really stops me. It feels intimate. I pour more into my music than I want to share with just anyone.

I know my mother loved to be the center of attention. To put on a show for all those that would give her attention, or so the whispers said. Who knows what's really true. There was always a lot of whispering growing up, and I know my father tried to shelter me from that. He says I'm a lot like her, but if the stories are true, he's wrong. I have no desire for material things and no wish to hop from one man's bed to another. Nor do I wish to use a child as a ploy for financial gain. I also don't like when people watch me, and I don't draw attention to myself. It's a trait I apparently hadn't inherited from either of my parents.

I play for the whole city, but no one knows I'm here. The music flows from me, and it makes me feel like I'm somehow connected to my mother. I've only ever seen a few pictures of her. She was long gone by the time I was four, and photos are all that remain. I remember nothing about her, just little fantasies I cultivate based on what the other girls at school have.

This is the only show I can bring myself to put on. I can't remember my life without a violin in my hand. Always the shy girl, but something about it makes me feel like I come alive. Each note leaves me and enters the world. It's a piece that I put out there and it belongs only to me. Saying so much without saying anything at all.

The music slides through me to my core, where I put everything I have into it, feeling the world start to lift from my shoulders and drop all around me. Normally I find peace here in this place, but today it's like I can't reach that spot. So close but still so far away. The loneliness pushes in and I don't want to be alone. I feel myself lean forward, trying to get closer to the people below.

It does nothing; the peace doesn't come. I play harder, moving my hand quicker, the movements pus.h.i.+ng me towards it. But the harder I push and the faster I go, the farther away it moves.

"Beautiful."

The deep word startles me, making me spin. A man grabs me, pulling me towards him. My body goes easily, melting into his. I stare up into the bluest eyes I've ever seen, finding a little bit of the peace I was looking for moments ago.

"You shouldn't play so close to the edge." His deep voice rolls over my skin, warming the winter chill that has coated me. His concern is sweet.

I should tell him he shouldn't stand so close to me, but the words don't come. I just stare up at him. His midnight hair is just a little long, such a contrast to the brightness of his eyes. Everything about him is a contrast to his eyes. The rest of him seems dark. From the hard set of his jaw to the little crook I see in his nose, and even the small scar that marks one of his eyebrows.

He looks nothing like the boys I go to school with, or even the professors. They carry a softness to them, and he doesn't seem to have any. Except for those eyes.

I just stare at him, the words not coming. Not that they ever really do.

Then he moves, his mouth coming down towards mine. I gasp as his lips. .h.i.t mine. One of his hands goes to my hair, grabbing hold and tilting my head back. I give him total control of the kiss, dominating and powerful as his tongue pushes into my mouth.

I don't even kiss him back. He takes the lead and then takes it all. My body goes lax, his other arm catching me as he holds me to him, devouring my mouth. Devouring me.

The taste of sweet, smoky scotch fills my mouth. I don't know if the moan comes from him or me, but I try to push my body into his. He's so big he easily surrounds me. The loneliness falls away and peace drops over me as the kiss goes on. This. This is what I was looking for when I came up here.

All too soon he's pus.h.i.+ng back, pus.h.i.+ng me away.

"What the f.u.c.k was that?" he asks. My hand comes to my lips, wanting to feel something there again. It's my first kiss, and I want more.

I go to step towards him. It's a bold move for me, but I can't seem to help myself.

"Felicity?" At my father's voice, I jump away from the man whose name I don't know.

"Here, Dad." He's standing in the doorway that opens onto the balcony. I glance over to the man next to me, who c.o.c.ks his head as if putting together who I really am. It's now I really get a good look at him. The light from the open door spills out onto the balcony. It's clear he comes from money, his suit shows every inch of that, but a tattoo peeks out from of his cuffs, as if trying to escape. Even though I'm farther away from him, he looks even bigger. He must have really had to bend to kiss me. He has at least a foot and a half on me and I'm in the heels that I'd put on for the party.

"Calder?" my father says, following my line of vision to the mysterious man. "I didn't know you were here. I saw Sidney downstairs and was wondering if you were around."

"Just stepped out for some air," he replies, looking over at my father, then back to me.

"I see you met my daughter, Felicity. She's home from school this week." My father steps out onto the terrace and makes his way towards us. He stops next to me, picking up my bow-I must have dropped it during the kiss. My violin's still held tightly in my other hand, the strings digging into my palm.

Sidney? my mind asks.

"Yes, I caught her playing."

"You're lucky then. She hardly plays for anyone, no matter how hard I try to get her to." I can hear the pride in my father's voice. He loves when I play, and I always do it for him.

I feel my cheeks warm at my father's admission. I lick my lips. They suddenly feel so dry. Calder's eyes track my tongue.

I know his name. Calder c.o.x. My father has mentioned him a few times in phone calls we've had. A new client of his. A big one. And that's saying a lot. My dad has countless powerful clients, so if he's using that word, he must be something special.

An awkward silence grows, as if Calder doesn't want to comment on my playing, and I still can't seem to find words myself.

I just stand there like a silly girl who has no idea what to do or say.

"Why don't you go inside, sweetheart? You don't have a coat on," my father finally says. I'm wearing a knee-length dress without sleeves. The temperature seems to have dropped at least five degrees since I got out here. I hadn't noticed until Calder stepped away from me, taking all that warmth with him. My father's tries to dismiss me nicely, knowing I probably want to go. I do but I don't.

I just nod and go to make my way past him, hoping Calder will say something. Anything. But he doesn't. I hurry down the stairs and into the house. They lead right to the kitchen. I bypa.s.s the caterers as they hurriedly work in the kitchen, putting together trays of food and gla.s.ses of wine and champagne. I go straight to my bedroom.

After putting my violin away, I flop back on my bed and listen to the sounds of the party outside my room, wondering if Calder is out there now or if he's still on the balcony with my father. Had he caught us kissing? I don't think he did but I can't be sure.

That kiss. I've never felt anything like it in my life.

I wonder if all kisses are like that. I try to think about the time Mark from university tried to kiss me. I'd turned my head right before and got an awkward kiss on the cheek. He just laughed it off. I didn't get any kind of fluttery feeling with that kiss. Not compared to what I'd just felt on the balcony. Almost like the world had stopped for a moment.

I should have kissed him back. Will this be one of those moments I look back at and always wonder about? But even greater than my regret is my curiosity about Sidney. Her name keeps floating around in the back of my mind.

I sit up and slide my heels back on before going over to the mirror. I pick up some lip gloss and slick a little on. I wonder what I tasted like to him, if I'd left a taste in his mouth like he'd done to me.

Dropping the gloss back down onto the vanity, I try to tame my hair. The wind had gotten a hold of it and it looks pretty wild. Maybe it's wrong to want to try and sneak another kiss from someone my father works for, but I've never wanted anything like this before. Maybe it's time to push some of my shyness away.

Would he even want to kiss me again? His cold indifference after the kiss makes me feel unsure. Did he feel what I felt, or is he one who kisses every girl he sees. I know a lot of men in New York get around. Some of my father's friends have been marred a number of times and the whispers of mistresses are always around.

The woman's name pops in my head again. Is she his wife? The thought makes my stomach cramp. I should have looked for a ring. I still can.

I slip from my room and make my way back to the kitchen, picking up a gla.s.s of champagne and drinking it down before grabbing another and doing the same thing. I've maybe had a sip of wine or two in my life. In England, where I go to university, you can drink at eighteen, but I've never felt the draw. But maybe a little liquid courage could help a girl out.

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Ps. You're Mine Trailer Park Virgin.

Guarding His Obsession La.s.soing The Virgin Mail-Order Bride.

Growling For Mine Curvy.

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Pulling Her Trigger Beauty and the Biker.

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