SEAL’d Lips
A Secret Baby Romance
Roxeanne Rolling
Contents
Note from Roxeanne
1. Noah
2. Hana
3. Noah
4. Hana
5. Noah
6. Hana
7. Noah
8. Hana
9. Noah
10. Hana
11. Noah
12. Hana
13. Noah
14. Hana
15. Noah
16. Hana
17. Noah
18. Hana
19. Noah
20. Hana
21. Noah
22. Hana
Epilogue
Billionaire Boss’s Baby
1. John
2. Sarah
3. John
4. Sarah
5. John
6. Sarah
7. John
8. Sarah
9. John
10. Sarah
11. John
12. Sarah
13. John
14. Sarah
15. John
16. Sarah
17. John
18. Sarah
19. John
20. Sarah
21. John
22. Sarah
Her Boss
1. Lily
2. Ryan
3. Lily
4. Ryan
5. Lily
6. Ryan
7. Lily
8. Ryan
9. Lily
10. Ryan
11. Lily
12. Ryan
13. Lily
14. Ryan
15. Lily
16. Ryan
17. Lily
18. Ryan
19. Lily
20. Ryan
21. Lily
22. Ryan
23. Lily
24. Ryan
25. Lily
26. Ryan
27. Lily
28. Ryan
29. Lily
Daddy’s Virgin Bride
1. Olivia
2. David
3. Olivia
4. David
5. Olivia
6. David
7. Olivia
8. David
9. Olivia
10. David
11. Olivia
12. David
13. Olivia
14. David
15. Olivia
16. David
17. Olivia
18. David
19. Olivia
20. Olivia
21. David
22. Olivia
23. David
24. Olivia
25. David
26. Olivia
27. Olivia
Doctor’s Virgin
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Also by Roxeanne Rolling
Copyright © 2017 by Roxeanne Rolling
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Any resemblance to real persons, places or things is purely coincidental. All sexual acts described n this book take place between characters over the age of 18. This book is intended for adult reads age 18+.
Note from Roxeanne
I’ve included bonus content for your reading pleasure, so SEAL’d Lips ends at around 20%.
Hope you enjoy!
xoxo Roxeanne
Noah
I was the king of the football field. I was the king of the entire school. When I walked through the halls, everyone’s eyes were on me. The girls whispered about me and giggled as I walked past. Sometimes their eyes dared to meet mine. Often, they were too intimated.
But I had my pick. All I had to do was walk up to one of them. All I had to do was choose.
Now school’s over, the summer rolling into Pennsylvania with a heat wave.
The only respite from the heat is the summer nights, driving around old neighborhoods under the full moon.
“You going to get me my medicine?” shouts my dad from downstairs. He sits there all day in front of the TV, watching old war movies. He’s been disabled ever since his time in the service.
“Did you fucking hear me or what?” he shouts again, much louder this time.
“Be right there,” I shout back.
I hate communicating between floors like this. But that’s how my dad is. He’s military born and raised. The military was his whole career, his whole life. He lost it all when he got injured. And he never talked about what happened. Not to me, not to anyone.
He can walk, but just barely. He’s in constant pain.
My dad says he owes everything he has to the military. I never know whether he’s talking about his injury or what…
“Where the fuck were you?” grumbles my dad. He still speaks like he’s in the military, swearing up and down like a sailor all day long, to whoever will listen.
“Working out,” I say.
“You don’t know shit about working out,” grumbles my dad. “Don’t waste your time with that shit until you figure out what the hell you’re going to be doing with your life.”
“I just graduated,” I say. “Can’t I have some time to figure it out?”
“You had four years to figure it out. Why didn’t you just take that football scholarship?”
I shrug. “I don’t want to play football.”
I turned down a big football scholarship to a big state university, and no one can understand why. Hell, I don’t even know why I did it. All I know is that I don’t want to just play football. I don’t want to just stay on one path. I want to do something with my life. Something different.
I want to make a difference.
“Go get me my fucking medicine,” grumbles my dad. “Get out of my sight.”
I nod and leave the room, grabbing my keys.
I head out to my old Mustang from the 1980s. It may look pretty now, but when I bought it, it was just an old rusty heap. I did all the work myself right here in the driveway, under the car in my white t-shirt. I replaced the transmission, even the engine. Everything I worked for myself. I didn’t have anyone giving me handouts, like everyone else in my class.
While I was king of the school, undoubtedly, I’m nothing at home. My dad treats me like a cadet or something, like I’m the lowest of the low. He just sends me around doing errands, and yells at me that I’m not tough enough.
Fuck that.
The truth of that matter is that I can knock out any guy at school. I’ve fought with most of the football team. Not because I wanted to, but sooner or later, someone always gets jealous that I’ve “stolen their girl.” They come at me, wanting a fight, and leave me no choice but to knock them cold on their ass.
Getting into my Mustang, I crank the engine. This is one of the little pleasures in life, listening to that massive engine roar to life.
My foot on the clutch, my hand on the shifter, I back out of the driveway. Soon, I’m roaring down the dark road.
The freedom of
the road.
Even if I’m just off to the pharmacy for my dad, there’s still freedom and peace to be found here.
In this moment of time, I can pretend I’m still a high school kid, star of the football field…
The truth is that everyone else in my class is going off to college. And I’m going to be here, in town.
I have no clue what I’m going to do.
But whatever it is, I know it’s going to be big. It’s going to be huge.
I’m not afraid of taking the path less traveled. I’m not afraid to make my own decisions to accomplish something bigger, something more important.
The pharmacy is only about ten minutes away. The roads are dark and the air is still hot, but it’s cooled down significantly. The summer heat wave has already rolled in, keeping almost everyone else indoors in their comfortable air conditioning.
Me, I’d rather be out here. I’d rather be out under trees and under the moon.
I could go to college if I wanted to. I could be just like everyone else. I could play football, and possibly even go pro, if I worked my ass off. And I always work my ass off. It’s in my DNA or something. It’s not even like I have a choice—I work hard, that’s just what I do.
The pharmacy parking lot is almost empty. Just a couple of station wagons and minivans here and there. Walking through the aisles, past the makeup and shampoos, I can feel female eyes on me. They’re checking me out. I’m used to that, though. Even the soccer moms check me out. Actually, it’s more like: the soccer moms always check me out.
I don’t have a problem with that. They like what they see.
There’s no one at the pharmacy counter. I ring a little bell, holding my dad’s paper script in my hand.
A head pokes out from around a corner in the back. My first impression is: holy shit.
Who is this goddess?
Her whole body comes into view.
She’s got sweeping curves. Her body is like one big curve.
Her breasts are pert and fucking perfect, her bra sitting just right, cupping them from below.
There’s something about the way that she moves that just… My cock starts to swell in my jeans. I wonder briefly if it’s going to be noticeable. Then I realize I just don’t care. I’ve never cared about things like that.
My cock continues to grow as she approaches.
She has her hair pulled back in a pony tail. The side of her looks incredible, perfect angles. Everything about is kind and sweet, not to mention super fucking sexy.
“Can I help you?” she says.
At first, I think she’s shy.
Incredibly shy.
That’s my first impression of her. Of course, first impressions aren’t often right.
She barely looks at me. She doesn’t meet my eyes.
But I get lost in her eyes, deep swirling pools of perfection.
“Do I know you?” I say.
“No.”
“You look familiar. Where did you go to school?”
“Ranger,” she says.
“Me too.” I grin at her. “How come I never saw you around?”
She shrugs.
“What can I help you with,” she says, using a professional tone of voice.
Her face belies her demeanor. I can tell she’s hiding something. I have a good read on people.
But what’s she hiding?
Hana
Of course I recognize him.
He’s Noah Strong, the king of my high school. All the girls were always talking about him.
Not that he ever paid any attention to me.
Not that I ever spoke to him even once.
And why should he have? I was just the shy girl, the quiet girl, the invisible girl. I hid in the back of classes, barely talking to anyone. Except for my best friend, of course.
I was rail thin all through high school. It wasn’t until literally after graduation that my body started to change. I grew curves where I’d never had them before. I had to buy all new clothes. Guys started looking at me.
I turned 18 a year ago. I’m almost 19, right on the cusp of my birthday. Doesn’t this kind of development normally start earlier? I’m a late bloomer, I guess.
A hell of a lot of good it did me, though. High school is already over. Over for good. All the guys I was interested in are getting ready to leave for college.
Leah, my best friend, tells me I’ll get plenty of guys in college. I don’t know, though. I feel like my social skills have never properly developed. I don’t even know how to flirt with a guy.
He scares me. He makes me feel nervous. I have no choice but to continue acting like any other normal, professionally mannered pharmacist’s assistant.
I take the script from him without saying anything, head into the back, and start counting the pills.
Between the shelves where the drawers of pills are, my heart’s thumping like crazy. Even I can tell that he was looking at me in that way. He was looking at my body. I can’t deny that.
I’m almost paralyzed from fear. I literally have to force myself to take the bottle of pain pills and walk back to the counter.
Noah waits for me there. He’s got his hands on the counter. His whole body is athletic and relaxed. He stands just like those jocks do. It’s a practiced stance or something.
He looks impossibly hot.
I’d kill to spend some time with him.
If I could just get over myself, over my anxiety, over my inner frustrations and self-doubt.
“Here you go,” I say. “Is there anything else I can help you with?”
Noah just stands there, staring at me. A grin forms on his face.
“I just don’t get it,” he says. “I thought I knew every chick at school. Where have you been hiding all these years?”
I shrug. “I didn’t go to the football games, if that’s what you were doing.”
Noah doesn’t say anything. The smile won’t leave his face.
“So you’re working here for the summer or what? You going off to college or something?”
“Yeah,” I say. “I’m going to Penn this fall.”
“Penn, wow. You’re a brainiac or something, huh? You were probably studying all through school.”
I find myself blushing for some reason.
“I guess,” I say. “I’m just a huge nerd, really.”
“It looks like you’re a lot more than that,” says Noah. His gaze travels down my body and the grin doesn’t leave his face.
“So,” says Noah. “You should come out with me tomorrow night. I’m heading to a party.”
A party? Partying with the football team? That scares me more than doing something completely insane, like bungee jumping. Honestly, I’d rather jump out of an airplane with a parachute than go to a football team party.
I’m just not that type of person. I don’t have anything to say to people like that. I’d be too nervous. I’d be a complete wreck.
“Come on,” says Noah.
“Uh,” I say. “I have to work tomorrow. Thanks, though.”
“Come on,” says Noah. “I bet you can get the night off. This is just a summer gig for you, after all.”
My supervisor, Tom, comes walking towards us, through the aisles. He stops to examine some condoms, since he’s a weirdo and is fascinated for some reason with condoms.
Thank God he’s coming over. Maybe he’ll provide a distraction and I can somehow get out of going to this party.
But do I really want to avoid going?
After all, there’s another feeling here that’s not just nerves… It’s something like butterflies in my stomach… something like a warm feeling all over.
Just looking at Noah and his tightly muscled, huge body makes me almost shiver in delight. I know what I’m going to be thinking about tonight as I fall asleep. I know who I’m going to be thinking about.
But that’s just my problem. I’m always fantasizing, never acting.
“I’ve got to work,” I say, repeating myse
lf, unsure of why I’m doing this.
“Come on,” says Noah.
Noah notices Tom approaching. It’s hard to miss Tom. He’s massively tall and impossibly thin. He’s got a weird way of walking. You can’t not notice him.
“Is that your boss or something?” says Noah.
I nod my head.
“Hey,” says Noah, turning around to address Tom. “What about letting your cute little employee here have tomorrow night off?”
I try to catch Tom’s eye, to tell him that I’m making an excuse.
Obviously, I don’t actually have to work tomorrow.
But Tom’s not exactly socially aware. Even less than I am.
“But you’re not working tomorrow, Hana.”
I groan inwardly.
“Looks like you’re free then,” says Noah.
I don’t say anything.
“I’ll pick you up at 9,” he says. He pauses. “Unless you have another excuse you want to give me.”
I freeze. I have no idea what to say. I’m caught between being excited and insanely nervous.
Going to a party shouldn’t be this big of a deal.
But I’m not just going to a party. I’m going to a party with Noah Strong, the captain of the football team, the guy every girl at school dreamt about.
He doesn’t just go on dates. He gets laid.
And I’m a virgin.
Noah
“Here, Dad,” I say, handing my dad the bag of pain meds.
He grunts as his way of saying thank you.
The TV is blaring the sounds of guns and cannons blasting. All sorts of weapons making a shit load of noise.
“Sit down, son,” grunts my dad.
This is rare. He usually doesn’t like to talk. It’s rare that he asks me to sit down with him. I can’t remember the last time he did this.
I sit down on the couch. He doesn’t turn off the TV, but he turns down the volume a little.
With a lot of effort, he turns in his chair to look at me.
He glares at me, squinting, his thick eyebrows coming together. He used to be a handsome guy, big and strong, back in his military days. That was before his accident, before his life turned to shit, as he says.
“What the hell are you going to do?” he says. He doesn’t just say it, though. He barks it at me.
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