Second Chance Lover – An Age Gap Surprise Pregnancy Read Online Natasha L. Black

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 67675 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
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“Just fun,” I agreed. “Have fun with me, Landon.”

I almost didn’t get the words out before his control broke. He let go of the counter and reached down, yanking the hem of my thin t-shirt up and over my head. I didn’t even have time to be glad that I had worn a sexy white lace bra before his dexterous fingers had undone the back clasp and pulled the straps free.

My breasts swung free, and Landon’s hands were on them instantly, kneading and squeezing and eliciting moans that I almost didn’t recognize as being my own. I sagged back against the counter and would have slid to the floor if he hadn’t been holding me up. He lowered his hot mouth to my nipple, and I twisted my fingers in his hair, pulling harder than I meant to but unable to control myself. I wanted to yank off his clothes and pull him down to the tile.

We were still in the kitchen. Any minute, Emma could come out wanting a drink or water or another story or some other pretense.

“Landon. Landon.” I tried to pull his head back, but he growled impatiently and ignored me.

“Landon, we can’t do it here.”

“Sure we can.”

“No, Emma could come out.”

Invoking her name did the trick. Impatiently, Landon straightened and allowed me to pull him into the bedroom. Inside, with the door locked, we reached for each other again. I undid the buttons of his shirt as fast as I could, wanting to press my bare skin against his. It had been a long time since I’d touched him like this, but my hands remembered the intimate landscape of his body. The hard panes of his chest, the line of crisp dark hair that led into his waistband. I pushed his shirt off his shoulders, the broad expanse of skin and muscle as familiar to me as my own body.

He remembered mine, too. One went instinctively to the small of my back, pressing me in. His other hand tangled in my hair, pulling my head gently to the side and exposing the side of my neck. Chills raced up and down my spine as his lips found the curve where shoulder met throat, kissing gently at first and then feasting.

Sensation assaulted my body, turning my knees to jelly. I wrapped my arms around his neck, not sure whether to pull him closer or push him back so I could get my breath. It wasn’t my decision to make, though. Landon was taking command of me as effortlessly as he ever had. His lips blazed a fiery trail down my throat before coming up to reclaim my mouth.

“Wait,” I whispered suddenly. “The curtains are open.”

Landon pulled back, checking to see if I was joking. When he saw that I wasn’t, he laughed disbelievingly. “Cami, we’re thirty floors up. Who do you think is going to see us?”

No one outside, I had to admit. We didn’t look out on any other buildings. We could – and had – made love right up against the glass without giving anyone a show. But for some reason, I wanted to feel completely secluded from the world. Even in Landon’s fortress of solitude, I felt the icy fingers of someone prying into my life. Someone who hated me and my entire family, including my daughter.

Landon was beside me as I pulled the last curtain, pulling me back into him. He stripped off my denim shorts and silky panties, leaving me naked against him, my thigh pressing against his wool pants. I could feel his cock hard and straining against the material. I slipped free of his grip, sinking down on my knees in front of him and undoing his zipper. The hard length of him sprang free as I pulled his pants down, and I found the tip with my tongue.

Above me, he groaned, his hands reaching down to tangle in my hair. At first, I licked around the head of his cock, intentionally torturing him, before moving forward and taking him in my mouth. His fingers tensed as I went up and down on the shaft. My breasts brushed against his legs, the contact teasing my nipples into tight peaks. He let go of my hair with one hand to grasp them, squeezing and making me gasp around his cock. I sucked more eagerly, nearly incoherent with lust.

“I can’t wait,” he ground out, and suddenly, he was pulling me up and toward the bed, the fingers of one of his hands still holding my hair like a ponytail in a tight grip. He pushed me forward and I crawled onto his bed on all fours, looking back over my shoulder with wide, hungry eyes. It was too dark to make out much, but I could see the strong, dominating shape of him right behind me. He positioned himself behind me, his knees between my calves, and then I felt the large knob of his cock at my entrance. I backed myself onto it, feeling it split me open slowly, exquisitely.


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