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Hyper-organized and committed to her job, when Cam is left pregnant and confused following a hot hook up with the Whalers captain, she has no idea what to do.

She's got a fast-paced career as Assistant to team's General Manager and has no time for a baby. Plus, the father just happens to be one of her best friends.

Everyone relies on Warren 'Bugs' Parker - he's dependable, solid and an amazing captain. Only chink in his armor seems to be his best friend. He wants more than friendship with Cam, but he might end up getting more than he bargained for.

How will this pair of friends navigate the trials of impending parenthood and the feelings neither of them want to admit to?

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Publié par	4 Horsemen Publications, Inc.
Date de parution	17 octobre 2021
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781644502747
Langue	English
Poids de l'ouvrage	3 Mo

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Table o f Contents
Prologue
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Epilogue
Prologue
AuthorBio

All S he Needs
Copyright © 2021 Emily Bunney. All rights re served.

4 Horsemen Publicatio ns, Inc.
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This is book is meant as a reference guide. All characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. All brands, quotes, and cited work respectfully belongs to the original rights holders and bear no affiliation to the authors or pu blisher.
Library of Congress Control Number: 20 21941800
Ebook ISBN: 978-1-644 50-274-7
Audiobook ISBN: 978-1-644 50-273-0
Print ISBN: 978-1-644 50-272-3

Dedication
I’m dedicating this book to my wonderful mum. She’s been a constant support to me through the good times and the bad. When I told her I had written a book, she was so proud. I love you, mum. I couldn’t have done any of this wi thout you.
Prologue
Bugs
F or as long as I’ve known Cameron, I’ve wanted her. And tonight, I finally get what I need, what I crave. Sure, I’ve been happy in the Friend Zone if it means we can hang out, but the deep, throbbing need to get my hands on her curves has been my daily obsession.
Looking down at her sweet, sleeping face fills me with so much emotion it makes my chest hurt. I’m not going to lie—the caveman inside is beating his chest and wants to shout about his conquest from the rooftops. But along with that, there’s a protectiveness that makes me want to hold her to me, to be all she needs.
Obviously, I’m sated after the incredible sex we’ve just had. She was so uninhibited which surprised me. Cam has always had a gentle, kind nature, except when she’s at work and then she’s all business. When she gave me that sizzling look at Matt and Mila’s housewarming party and told me she wanted me, I couldn’t get us out of there fa st enough.
Part of me knew this could ruin our friendship forever, but that part wasn’t in charge as her soft, full lips crashed against mine. I couldn’t think straight as I gripped her slim hips and guided her movements on top of me. And my mind was completely blown when she came apart beneath me, moaning and writhing in so much pleasure I released with such power I saw stars.
Cam shifts in my arms and snuggles in deeper, hooking her long leg over mine, but she doesn’t wake. I can feel my eyelids drooping and the steady rhythm of her breathing is lulling me to sleep. However, I don’t want to miss a second of this time with her. If this is it, if this one incredible night is all I get, then I’m going to hold on to each precio us moment.
This is the last thought I have before sleep finally claims me.
And when I wake the next morning, I’m alone.
1
Cameron
“D on, your three o’clock is here,” I say into the intercom, smiling pleasantly at the sports agent sitting on the sectional couch in my office. She smiles back and busily scrolls through her phone.
“Just give me a minute, Cam. I’m finishing up with an email,” Don replies in his warm, deep baritone. As the General Manager of a successful NHL franchise, he’s always running from one meeting or email t o another.
“Can I get you something to drink while you wait, Trixie?” I ask, rising from my chair. Trixie is one of my favorite agents, and her firm represents many of our top players, including our Captain, Warren “Bugs” Parker. She looks like a classic English rose with her porcelain skin, chic business suit that barely contains her curvy hourglass figure, and blonde hair cut in a stylish choppy bob. However, as soon as she opens her mouth, she releases a deluge of colorful British slang that I struggle to understand and would make most hardened hockey play ers blush.
She’ s awesome.
“No, I’m fine. Thanks, love,” she replies. She once told me she’s from East London, but I couldn’t tell you how her accent is any different from any other part of London or England for that matter. “I’ve just had a cuppa with one of my football players. What is it with you Yanks and your fucking terrible tea? He actually tried to microwave the water!” She scrunches up her freckled nose and grimaces.
I chuckle and shake my head. “I can’t help you with that. I’m strictly a coffee drinker.”
As we continue to discuss tea versus coffee, Don opens his office door and greets Trixie, who stands and shakes his hand. They share some polite small talk and disappear into his office; I know not to disturb them now. It’s that time in the season when some of our players are involved in contract negotiations, so there’s a never-ending parade of agents and managers going through th is office.
The Whalers have made it to the Stanley Cup playoffs, and the buzz around the office is electric. We start the first series against Vancouver in a few days, so not only am I wrangling a myriad of meetings, I must also get myself and Don to all the a way games.
In fact, that reminds me. I need to head down to the Coaching Floor to liaise with Mila, the Head Coach’s Assistant, to get the travel itinerary. We have home ice advantage for the first two games against the Vikings, so there’s no hurry, but I feel like getting out of the office wh ile I can.
Coffee with Mila feels like a good idea; we’ve not caught up since her housewarming over a week ago, and I have some important things to talk to her about. Namely the hot night I had with my best friend. Oh, did I mention he happens to be the tea m captain?
A slideshow of our sweaty encounter flashes through my mind and heats my core, causing me to involuntarily clench my thighs together. Goddamn it, it’s been a week, and my sex flashbacks are just as stron g as ever.
Trying to shake my arousal away, I hit the divert button on my desk phone, grab my cell and my purse, and head toward the elevator.
As I round the corner to the lobby, I come face to face with a wall of muscles in navy and gold. I expel a loud oof as I bounce off the obstacle, then feel large hands grip my biceps to steady me. The scent of warm man and spicy cologne invades my senses, and I know exactly who it is.
“Shit, Cam. I almost knocked you on your ass.” Warren’s deep voice vibrates through my body as he continues to hold my arms even though I’ve found m y balance.
“You need to watch where you’re going, you big tree,” I grumble, wriggling free from his grasp and stepping back. Ever since he had his hands on me, I find it impossible to be too clo se to him.
Concern and hurt shadow Warren’s ridiculously handsome face as he rubs the dark beard that covers his chin, cheeks, and neck. Like most NHL players, he refuses to shave or cut his hair during the playoffs, and I must admit, the rough look suits him. His fern green eyes drop as he thrusts his hands into the pockets of his team sweatpants and rocks on his heels, looking unco mfortable.
“Umm, I was actually looking for Trixie,” he mumbles at his sneakers. “I heard she was in with Don.”
Oh, this is s o awkward.
I hate that I seem to have a brain freeze every time I see Warren now. I no longer see my best friend; I just see the look he had on his face when he saw me naked for the first time. Ugh, I’m mortified.
I cough to clear the lump in my throat and say, “Trixie’s just gone in to see Don, so they might be a while. You can wait in my office if you like. I’m just hea ding out.”
Quickly, I scoot around him and literally sprint toward the elevator which, to my immense relief, is just opening. I hear Warren calling “Sawyer, wait!” as the doors slide shut, and I slump against the wall, struggling to get my breathing under control. Oh god, it’s so awkward. I slap my hand to my forehead and cringe, flashbacks of our night assaulting my brain as I deal with the fact that Warren has seen me naked.
What the fuck was I thinking, sleeping with him? We had a great friendship before, although I’ve always known that he’s attracted to me. I gave in to my loneliness and horniness and detonated an awkward bomb all over our f riendship.
The ping of the elevator arriving at the Coaching Floor snaps me out of my pity party, and I smile at the Goaltending Coach as we pass. I feel like it’s time to come clean to my best girlfriend and get some advice. Mila has experience dating one of the players. She’s just moved in with Matt Landon, our center, after a very tumultuous start to their relationship. They tried the friend thing after an anonymous one-night stand, and it ended up becoming a serious relationship. As much as it worked for them, I don’t think that’s what I want with Warren. We were great as friends, and I want that back. I miss talking to him when funny stuff happens and the long runs we go on. I’ve always been a bit of a loner—my mom was my best friend—so when she died, I found it difficult to make friends and let people in. But with Warren, I clicked instantly; I can’t even explai