Paying My Dad’s Debt (Forbidden Fantasies #53) Read Online S.E. Law

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Insta-Love, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Forbidden Fantasies Series by S.E. Law
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Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27186 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
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Regardless, I invited Lori for coffee today because we need to talk, and I mean seriously. The curvy girl seems to think that she needs to repay me for my financial support, but I want to make clear that that’s not the case at all.

The door opens and my attention shifts immediately toward the jingle of bells. Sure enough, the beautiful woman steps inside tentatively, and my breath catches at Lori’s beauty. Her long, thick curly hair waves out around her face, and she’s wearing a tight sweater and a pair of jeans that cup her ass like a glove. I notice that she doesn’t seem to wear any makeup, and she’s sexy as fuck without it.

She catches sight of me and waves before walking towards me.

“Hi Mr. Minor,” she murmurs while taking a seat, her cheeks already prettily pink. “How are you?”

I grin. She’s turned on, and even through the thick material of her sweater, I can sense her stiff nipples.

“I’m good,” I say in a smooth tone. “And you?”

Lori smiles but then grimaces as she shifts on the hard wooden chair. I feel my groin grow hard, knowing that I’m the reason for her soreness. After all, we didn’t just do it once during Homecoming Weekend. Instead, I stayed for hours, exploring her body and using it hard as she moaned with pleasure.

“Are you feeling a bit raw?” I ask in a low voice, raising my eyebrows. She blushes even more red.

“Yes, just a bit,” she murmurs, looking down before looking up once more to meet my eyes. Lori is obviously embarrassed, but clearly she likes it too. After all, the curvy girl had a good time last weekend because I made sure of that. But that’s exactly what we’re here to discuss today.

“So I ordered you a mocha,” I say, nodding towards the steaming mug on the table. “Is that alright?”

She nods, a brilliant smile flashing across her beautiful features. “That’s my favorite! How’d you know?”

“Just a lucky guess,” I grin. The tension in the air dissipates somewhat as Lori takes a sip of the steaming drink, a bit of whip sticking to her lip. She licks it, and I’m mesmerized watching that pink tongue circle her pout. Fuck, this woman is going to be the death of me, but that’s exactly the problem. I need to keep things under control. After all, I’m the adult here, so I take a deep breath and begin.

“Lori, sweetheart, we need to talk about what happened on Saturday.”

A pair of wide brown eyes look up at me, full of concern.

“Oh no, are you upset, Mr. Minor?” she stammers, flushing. “We didn’t end up going to the game, and I know you were probably looking forward to football. But then everything happened so fast and I’m really sorry that we missed it,” she stammers. I hold a large hand up to stop her words, and then lay my palm gently over hers.

“I’m not upset that we didn’t go to the game,” I reassure her. “That’s not it at all.”

“Oh,” she murmurs before turning inquisitive eyes to me. “Well, what is it then?”

I take a deep breath before meeting her chocolate gaze head-on.

“The truth is, I have never been with a woman so young and so innocent. I find it… concerning.”

Lori’s brows furrow.

“But why? You know I’m twenty, right? I’m a junior in college, so I’m legal. Plus, I’m not that innocent,” she huffs.

I nod. “Yes, but sweetheart, twenty is young, and that’s the problem. You’re still a kid and I’m an old coot by comparison.”

That makes her giggle.

“An old coot? What does that mean? Why would you call yourself that, anyways?”

I cock an eyebrow at her and smirk. “Because it’s true. I’m a cooty old coot.”

The young woman titters again and just shakes her head. “Oh come on, Caleb, you’re not that old. How old are you anyway?”

Fuck, how do I state this? I decide to be open and honest, and to speak in plain English.

“I’m forty-seven,” I tell her simply. “I’m twenty-seven years older than you.”

I guess hearing it like that is startling because Lori blinks a few times.

“Yes, I’m the same age as your father,” I confirm in a low voice. “See? I’m an old coot.”

She recovers and takes a deep breath then. “Well, okay. I mean, I guess I knew you were the same age as my dad at least theoretically because you guys served in the Army together. But I’m okay with that. A significant age gap doesn’t bother me if it doesn’t bother you.”

I stare at her.

“Honey, a twenty-seven year age gap is huge,” I stress. “I was born when Jimmy Carter was president.”

Lori scrunches her brow.

“OMG, is he still alive?” she asks with a teasing look. “But still, Mr. Minor. Age is just a number,” she counters. “Again, I’m fine with it if you are.”


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