Picture Perfect Obsession Read online C.M. Steele (Best Friends Duet #1)

Categories Genre: Romance Tags Authors: Series: Best Friends Duet Series by C.M. Steele
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Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15718 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 79(@200wpm)___ 63(@250wpm)___ 52(@300wpm)
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“Good morning, Emmitt.”

Taking her mouth in a sweet kiss, I pull back and greet my love. “Good morning, my Venus.”

“Venus?”

“Yes, like the sculpture considered to be Aphrodite.”

“I love you, Emmitt,” she sighs, tucking her head into my chest as if embarrassed to confess the words I didn’t know I craved.

I lose all control and flip her on her back, pushing one finger inside to test how ready she is for me. God, her pussy’s just as needy as I am. I pull it out and replace it with my stiff rod, claiming my woman again, aching to hear those words from her.

“Say it again,” I growl, thrusting deep and pulling almost completely out.

“I love you.”

“God, I’m going to come just from that alone. Fucking hell, Venus. You’re going to be so damn sore.” I piston my hips into her soft flesh letting my cock own her pussy. She cries out, clawing at my back and clinging to me with her bad foot over her good one. I drive us to another amazing orgasm, collapsing on top of her while I hold most of my weight off of her.

“I love you, Madison. I knew it from the first moment.”

We both take a shower together, but I keep my hands mostly to myself. At least I try, but I had to make sure she wasn’t too sore, so I kissed it to make it better until she creamed all over my face. Damn, a man could die happy between a woman’s thighs.

We finally make it to find Addison already left for work. “Shit, work. I totally forgot.” She grabs her phone and calls the temp agency. All I hear is a “Yes, okay.”

She hangs up and refuses to turn back to me. “What happened?”

“They fired me.” Her voice cracks, destroying me. I want to drive down to that place and deck the bastard who thought they could let my girl go.

I slide my arms around her, bringing her back to my front. “I’m so sorry, Madison.”

“I don’t know what I’m going to do.” The soft whimper breaks my heart. I don’t want to ever hear her cry.

I brush my nose over her cheek and down her neck, whispering, “Well, you’re marrying me, so you don’t have to work.”

She spins around quickly with a quirked brow; she gives me a suspicious look. “Marrying you?”

I grasp her chin and kiss her lips. “Yes. I told you that was it when I made you cream on my tongue. I’m not taking that shit back.”

Indecision crosses her face. “But, what if…”

“What?” There’s no way I’m going to let her out of this so she can come up with any excuse, but hell if I let her get away.

“What if people think I only want you for your money?”

Damn my mother. “Who gives a fuck what people think! I don’t and besides, I’m pretty damn good looking, so I hope that they at least give me credit for that.” She giggles like I hope she would. “Thank you.”

“I should be the one thanking you.”

“Well, maybe for the orgasms, but that’s my pleasure.” I wink and take her mouth again until my damn phone buzzes off the counter.

“Son of a bitch.” I pick it up and the screen’s fine, but that’s not why. I already know who’s calling to annoy me. I’m mad at her, so I have to choose my words wisely.

“Is it broken?” She’s anxious, but I shake my head and toss her a smile. Suddenly her face glows. Staring at her, I feel peace come over me.

“No, it’s fine. It’s just my mother. Can you give me a minute?” I sigh.

“Sure. I’ll start some breakfast.”

Shaking my head, I want her to take it easy. I have my car so we can go anywhere. “Don’t. I’m taking you out to eat.”

She tilts her head with a question in her eyes. “Okay, coffee then?”

“Damn, I knew you were perfect.” I cross the short distance and grab her cheeks, kissing her hard and fast before walking into her bedroom. I have to get this call over with. Taking in her bedroom, I love that she has a stack of romance books in the corner in a giant tower and a tablet on the nightstand.

As I walk around the room waiting for my mother to answer, I catalog the little things about her that I commit to memory. “Emmitt, it’s about time you answered your phone.”

“Mother, I’m not happy with your right now, so please choose your words wisely.”

“What? I didn’t do anything.”

“Don’t fucking lie to me. How did you know where Madison lived? Have you been having me followed?”

“No, but I did follow you this morning after you were being so damn evasive.”

“I’m not one of your husbands. And I am old enough to make my own decisions about my love life. I’m going to make this perfectly clear. I’m getting married to Madison and you have two options. You apologize and act like a respectable mother-in-law or you don’t contact me again.”


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