The CEO’s Baby (Forbidden Fantasies #18) Read Online S.E. Law

Categories Genre: Romance Tags Authors: Series: Forbidden Fantasies Series by S.E. Law
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Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25723 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
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I roll my eyes.

“Yeah, right!” I smirk. “Because you know, you’re so tough.”

But Paul won’t give up.

“Yeah, but what happened out there?” he persists. “You don’t do calls that often anymore.”

I shrug in what I hope is a nonchalant manner.

“Nothing. The lady wasn’t home.”

Unfortunately, my cousin’s not so easily fooled.

“That’s never stopped you before,” he retorts. “I remember when you practically broke into that guy’s safe, and he wasn’t there.”

I pin him with a look.

“She took the car with her, smart guy,” is my snarl. But there’s no use because Paul knows me too well, and family sometimes just won’t leave you alone. His head cocks sideways, his mouth falling open slightly.

“Come on,” he whines. “I want to know!”

I sigh heavily.

“Fine!” is my groan. My cousin is my confidant after all. I’m going to tell him eventually, so it might as well be now.

“She was home. She was frantic about me taking the car and, well I don’t know what I was thinking, but I kissed her…” I trail off. My cousin’s jaw drops, but then his expression lights up with amusement. He quickly drops into a chair across from me and slides it forward so he can brace his elbows on my desk.

“And?” The dude is practically panting now.

“And well, one thing led to another. Plus, we negotiated a bit. I agreed to let her keep her car a while longer.”

Paul practically jumps out of his seat at this admission. He’s ecstatic.

“Holy fuck! Good going my man! Sex for vehicles, very nice.” His hands interlock behind his head, his face impressed. “Look at you! You have a wild side after all.”

“It just kind of happened. I couldn’t help myself because she was so sexy.”

“Yeah?” Paul asks, his interest immediately piqued. “What does she look like?”

I think for a moment, envisioning Marley in my mind.

“Big, soft tits. Wide hips. A lush ass and the face of a Madonna.”

He lets out a low whistle.

“Where does she live again?”

I fix him with a look.

“Don’t even think about going over there.”

He chortles, holding his hands up.

“Don’t worry, I won’t! I wouldn’t think of intruding on your territory, Justin my man. But are you seeing her again?” he asks, one eyebrow cocked.

I think for a moment.

“I’d like to.” I admit. “She’s too sweet to ignore.”

Paul whistles again.

“Just once, and you’re already whipped? Hell, maybe she has a sister or something. Or a cousin. After all, you and I are cousins.”

I merely groan and gesture for my cousin to leave my office because I’ve had enough of his bullshit for one morning. But after the door closes behind Paul, I think for a moment. How am I going to see Marley again? There’s the obvious scenario: I could just go over under the guise of repossessing her vehicle for the second time. Of course, I have no interest in actually taking anything that belongs to Marley at this point, but it makes for a good excuse to see the curvy girl.

With a smile on my face, I turn back to my computer. Car or no car, it doesn’t really matter. Marley’s going to be mine, and it’s just a matter of time.

5

Marley

I stand in my kitchen sipping on a cup of hot green tea. The matcha flavor is soothing and I enjoy the steam on my cheeks and chin, warming me up after a cold drive. After all, I just got back from an early morning yoga class in New Canaan. We run the class at 5:30 A.M. three times a week for those who want to get a session in before work. It’s a good start time because we can get an hour’s worth of flow, and still give clients enough time to shower and get to their companies. But for me, the class is a tough scheduling feat. I practically have to wake up in the middle of the night to get to New Canaan, and it takes me three cups of coffee just to put a smile on my face.

Unfortunately, that’s about to change today because I’m about to lose my car for the second time in a week. How do they do this? The harassment is endless, and there are tears prickling my eyes.

Plus, it’s not going to be Justin again because a different man called me this time to let me know they’d be by at noon to repossess my Civic. What am I supposed to do? I am NOT going to sleep with another repo man to keep my car. No way. Last time was already totally unexpected, and I only did it because Justin was H-O-T with a capital “H.” But now, I’m just going to have to keep my car one way or another without taking off my clothes.

God, I have no clue what I would do if I things got really bad and I ended up losing my apartment in addition to my Civic. My only real choice at that point would be to crawl back home to my parents, and that would be so embarrassing. After all, I’m a twenty-five year-old college graduate, and I should be standing on my own two feet. But instead, I’m penniless with no real job prospects, other than my dates at City Girls. Ugh, don’t even remind me.


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