Dirty Wedding Read Online Crystal Kaswell

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Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 97574 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
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Dirty Wedding

Author/Writer of Book/Novel:

Crystal Kaswell

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English
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For one perfect summer, Tyler Hunt filled my deepest desires. We spent three months tangled in his sheets, then we said goodbye, and went back to our lives.

Today, he called and asked the last question I expected:

Will you marry me?
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Crystal Kaswell



Chapter One

Indigo

I am not picturing Ty naked.

I am not picturing Ty naked.

I am not, under any circumstance, picturing Ty naked.

"Ms. Simms." A perky assistant greets me with a smile. "It's so wonderful to meet you." She leads me through the wide open office.

Steel fixtures, glass walls, cherry desks.

Everything intense, sleek, expensive. Like him.

"Can I offer you something to drink?" She moves past an empty conference room. "Coffee. Tea. Champagne?"

Champagne?

I haven't spoken to Ty in three years. Why in the world would we share a bottle of champagne?

"Ms. Simms? A drink?"

Right. I need to accept the gesture. As if this is a normal business meeting. And not a what the fuck does Ty want from me call. "Tea, thanks."

"Mr. Hunt tells me you prefer Yunnan Hong Cha. Will that be all right?"

He's already told her my tea preference.

He remembers my tea preference.

I swallow the questions that rise in my throat. "Perfect. Thanks."

She stops in front of the office in the northwest corner. "Mr. Hunt will be a few minutes."

I step inside. Ignore the sturdy desk in favor of the soft leather couch.

It's long enough for a mid-afternoon tryst.

If Ty wanted, he could let the curtains down, order me out of my clothes, demand I come on his hands, face, cock.

I won't.

And he won't ask.

But memories still flood my mind.

The rough edge of his voice.

The soft pressure of his lips.

The sweet warmth of his body against mine.

I cross and uncross my legs. Focus on my inhale. My exhale. My confidence.

Sure, I’m in a cheap dress and leaky boots, but he called me. He wants me here in his luxurious, expensive world.

Ty steps into the soft light surrounding the silver doorframe.

Is he an angel here to save me?

Or a devil in a designer suit?

I can never tell with him.

"Indigo." He moves through the door.

God, he's so handsome. Even more so than the last time I saw him.

I'm not sure what it is. Age. Experience. Heartbreak.

Or maybe it's the three years. Maybe I forgot the magnetic attraction between us.

My heart thuds against my chest. My toes curl. My thighs shake.

My body doesn't care about practicalities. It's already lost in memories. His hand on my throat, his voice in my ear, his cock—

"You look gorgeous." His voice is the same. The deep tone. The British accent. The complete lack of insight into his intentions.

"You too."

"Gorgeous?"

I nod, even though it's ridiculous. Ty is incredibly handsome in the most masculine way possible.

Deep eyes, dark skin, body of a soccer All Star. And under his suit, all those tattoos. The pieces of him I can't see.

The pieces of him I want to trace, study, commit to memory.

Or I did. Three years ago.

Now, I don't know. I don't know what he wants. How he feels. If I can trust him.

If I can trust myself around him.

I keep my voice soft. "Is fetching a better fit?"

He almost chuckles. He's at ease. Or he's good at pretending.

It's hard to know with him.

"Sure." He turns to the hallway as his assistant arrives with a tray.

A cup of coffee for him.

A tea set for me.

Both in clean white ceramic.

"Thank you." He waits for her to lay the drinks on his desk.

Then she leaves and he closes the door and we're alone.

My body begs for his. It screams touch him, taste him, kiss him, fuck him.

But that's not right. I'm not the one who fucks him.

He's the one who fucks me.

And not anymore.

We spent a summer together. It was a fling. That's all.

He hasn't spent the last three years missing me. Or dreaming of fucking me.

He's not asking me here to fuck me.

But what else could he want with me? I don't fit into his big, beautiful world.

Ty pours. Watches as I bring my lips to the pristine mug.

This is good tea. Expensive, perfectly steeped, fresh. But I can barely taste the notes of caramel and fig.

I'm too nervous.

Too in need of him.

I sit.

He takes the spot next to me. Turns his body toward mine.

The wool of his slacks brushes my bare skin. Only one layer between us. One layer too many.

I close my eyes. Focus on the taste of my tea. Try to stay in control.


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