Baby for the Mercenaries

Contents Title Page Copyright 1 - Quinn 2 - Evan 3 - Quinn 4 - Quinn 5 - Quinn 6 - Quinn 7 - Quinn 8 - Quinn 9 - Joshua 10 - Quinn 11 - Quinn 12 - Quinn 13 - Cole 14 - Quinn 15 - Quinn 16 - Joshua 17 - Quinn 18 - Quinn 19 - Quinn 20 - Evan 21 - Quinn 22 - Quinn 23 - Quinn 24 - Quinn 25 - Quinn 26 - Joshua 27 - Quinn 28 - Quinn 29 - Cole 30 - Quinn 31 - Quinn 32 - Quinn 33 - Evan 34 - Quinn 35 - Joshua 36 - Quinn 37 - Quinn 38 - Quinn 39 - Quinn 40 - Quinn 41 - Cole 42 - Quinn 43 - Evan 44 - Quinn 45 - Quinn 46 - Quinn 47 - Joshua 48 - Quinn 49 - Quinn 50 - Quinn 51 - Quinn Epilogue Sharing Second Chances About the Author Baby for the Mercenaries A Military Reverse Harem Romance Krista Wolf Copyright © 2023 Krista Wolf All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form without prior consent of the author. Cover photography by Wander Aguiar. 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Tap here to sign up: http://eepurl.com/dkWHab ~ Other Books by Krista Wolf ~ Quadruple Duty Quadruple Duty II - All or Nothing Snowed In Unwrapping Holly Protecting Dallas The Arrangement Three Alpha Romeo What Happens in Vegas Sharing Hannah Unconventional Saving Savannah The Christmas Toy The Wager The Ex-Boyfriend Agreement One Lucky Bride Theirs To Keep Corrupting Chastity Stealing Candy The Boys Who Loved Me Three Christmas Wishes Trading with the Boys Surrogate with Benefits The Vacation Toy Nanny for the Army Rangers Wife to the Marines The Switching Hour Secret Wife to the Special Forces Secret Baby for the Navy SEALs Given to the Mercenaries Sharing Second Chances Baby for the Mercenaries Chronicles of the Hallowed Order Book one: Ghosts of Averoigne Book two: Beyond the Gates of Evermoore Book three: Claimed by the Pack One QUINN “Are you absolutely sure you don’t want to come in?” My voice was virtually a whisper now, and that’s because our faces were practically touching. Evan held my gaze, his green eyes boring hotly into mine. I could feel the heat from his face. It radiated toward me with a whiff of leather, musk, and steel… “I shouldn’t.” If he was playing a game, he was playing it well. The butterflies in my stomach began ricocheting like little rockets. “It’s only a drink,” I lied through my teeth. “And if you don’t want alcohol I could make coffee, or—” He shifted ever so slightly forward, and his lips brushed mine. I sighed in exuberant triumph. Yes! My eyes fluttered closed, waiting for that first rapturous moment that our faces would come crashing together. Already I could imagine his hands on my hips. In my mind’s eye I could see those massive shoulders rolling forward, his deliciously-tattooed arms flexing as they took hold of my body, to do with it whatever he damn well wanted. But as the seconds ticked by, nothing happened. I opened my eyes to a barren, empty street. Evan was gone. I was standing on the threshold of my building’s front door, well after midnight, totally and completely alone. Huh? He was the hottest guy I’d ever been on a date with, and that was saying a lot. Evan was unfathomably tall, with luxurious dark hair you could lose your hands in and a V-shaped back that could carry the world. He had the arms of a superhero. The face of a supermodel. The ass of a— What the FUCK? I still couldn’t believe the street was empty! We’d had dinner at a beautiful Italian restaurant, then drinks at the cutest Irish pub in all of Boston. We’d flirted and held hands while walking through Christopher Columbus Park, picking our way through the flower-lined trails. Hell, we’d even stopped for ice cream. And now he was gone, without so much as a goodbye — much less a first kiss. Much less even more than that, because between our incredible sexual chemistry and my long stretch of unwelcome celibacy — not to mention my current hormonal condition — I was pretty much willing to throw myself over the nearest piece of furniture and let him do absolutely anything. “This is fucked.” My words fell flat against the humid night air, especially in the wee hours of the morning. Somewhere off in the distance, a dog howled mournfully. It seemed fitting. “Yeah, right back at you.” I turned and stepped into the lobby of my apartment building; a black-and-white tiled foyer of dirty open space that was even lonelier than the empty street. I had four flights of stairs to climb. I could’ve taken the elevator, but it would’ve taken three times as long. Besides, each trip in that rickety deathtrap was like rolling the dice with the Grim Reaper himself. Putting one foot after the other, my body still surged with the adrenaline of what might have been. My libido was extremely unhappy with me. Twice in one week, Quinn? Through tightly clenched teeth, I let out a heated sigh. Yeah, I guess so. Give or take a day or two. Maybe you’re losing your touch? I passed the mirror on the third floor landing, taking quick stock of myself for the first time since the bathroom of the Italian restaurant. My hair had fallen a little, but my makeup still held up. My best ‘night out’ dress still hugged my many strategic curves, which at this point were still in all the right places. For now, anyway. No, I definitely looked sultry. Sexy. Maybe even irresistible. Which is why it was so surprising that not one, but two different men had left