Page 52 of Filthy Lovin Heroes

I’ve been knocked up by the rock star not once but four times. The glimmer of happiness in Tyler’s eyes mirrors my own and I can’t wait to share the news with the family. But for now, I’ll just enjoy having my rock star all to myself for a little while longer...

Thank you for reading Tyler and Piper’s story! Read on for High Heat Babymaker, a steamy single dad rockstar romance.

I’m the single dad rockstar, she’s the irresistible nanny.

She’s also my best friend’s little sister. The untouchable little sister I promised to keep my hands off of after hiring her.

My fantasies on the other hand…well, they are as filthy as they come and it’s only a matter of time before I share each one with her.

Peyton has come to mean the world to me, but despite those pretty honey eyes and sexy curves, she’s way too young for me; far too innocent for a man who wants to possess everything there is to have about the sweet, curvy brunette.

As a man always in the limelight there are a lot of temptations I’ve been able to walk away from but she’s proving to be more than I can resist.

I’m no angel, nor a saint; it comes with the job description. So I stop fighting it.

Tonight, I’ll crush the boundaries keeping us apart and claim the nanny. I’m taking her as mine, and when I do, I won’t stop until I pull out her darkest of secrets and share my own.

Author’s naughty note: Let’s go to the Bahamas! Sand, sun, and tropical storms throw Jude and Peyton together in ways that will make your Kindle melt! He’s all alpha and she’s more than he bargained for. Get ready for naughty island fling where the rockstar claims his best friend’s little sister! As always with a Penelope Wylde book, this one is safe with a HEA & NO CHEATING!

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Aron

I’m paid not to think with my heart and instead react with my brain, but fear grips my guts tight, making the latter impossible.

Fear and panic to be precise. What if I’ve waited too long? Please let her be unharmed.

Balancing the phone between a shoulder and my ear, I sign off on a few medical charts the head nurse shoves into my hands.

I sign the last of the forms and turn my attention back to the phone. “Where is she now? How bad are her injuries? When did she arrive here at the hospital?”

I pelt Samuel, my best friend, with rapid-fire questions about his sister, my feet already moving down the corridor toward the emergency room. My pulse roars in my ears.

Please let her be okay.

I catch a hint of strawberry lingering in the hallways and I’m suddenly transported to a time I’ll never forget. The night I almost took her as mine. The night she spread herself under me and I bared my darkest secret.

My Willow—my angel, my obsession.

It was also the night she ran from me.

That was two years ago. Her eighteenth birthday. A day meant to be special but I royally screwed up for the both of us.

“Slow down, man, she was mugged not murdered. She was banged up in the subway station and I think she might have a concussion. She has a few scrapes and bruises for sure. I told her to go to the hospital where you’re at but we both know that girl can break a leg and think she’s fine.”

Sam’s voice pulls me out of the past. Irritation erodes at the base of my friend's love for his sister and I feel it too. Only my irritation is from not being there to protect her from getting hurt in the first place.

And Sam is right. His sister took stubbornness and one-upped it to a whole other level.

Not that Sam would know, but I bet the redheaded spitfire didn’t like being told to come visit me given our past. Willow and I have a secret history that goes back years. Some good, like our shared slow dancing under the summer stars on her seventeenth birthday. But mostly bad in the way of her being way too young for a man in my position and age. I hold the title of most eligible bachelor and top surgeon in the city, and I’m almost twice her age.

But none of that seems to faze her in the slightest. Since turning sixteen my best friend’s little sister took to seducing me as a new hobby. So I kept my distance but there was no outrunning one Willow Pierce. I tried. But despite her advances, I kept my hands and wicked ideas to myself.

But I had eyes and a heart despite being called Doctor Cold and Calculated by my staff.

I tuck my fantasies away and sustain myself with the fact that I made a choice a long time ago. Last time I felt her body against mine was heaven and hell. I would have thrown away my entire career the second the board found out their head surgeon bedded and impregnated an eighteen-year-old at the time. But I would have done it willingly. For her.

Everything about the woman made my cock swell and throb with bone-deep need to have her in my arms, my bed, my home. I didn’t need to lay eyes on her to feel the burn of need fill my veins.

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