Baby for My Brother’s Friend Read Online Nikki Chase

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Billionaire, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 61542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
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“No, I mean before, when you walked in, left the door open, and only closed it when you walked out.”

“Oh, I just thought . . . Since I was only going to be a minute . . .”

“William could’ve wandered out.”

“Oh, Sawyer was watching him.”

“Yeah, I mean, just in case Sawyer looks away for a minute and William slips out,” I say. “I know it sounds excessive, but better safe than sorry, you know?”

He nods.

“Please just remember to always keep the door closed. I’ve seen kids who got themselves hurt because someone forgot to close the door, and they just wandered out.”

Adam’s eyes fill with understanding. “I see where you’re coming from. I’ll be more careful about that in the future, okay?”

“Okay. It’s just . . . it’s dark, and there are cars passing by sometimes . . .”

“I totally understand,” Adam says. “I didn’t mean to upset you. Do you feel okay now?”

“Yeah.”

“Good,” he says, his voice taking on the commanding tone that sends tingles straight down to my core. He turns on the ignition and faces me. “Because I have another question to ask you.”

“What is it?” I ask, my heart racing.

“Have you done what I asked you to do?” he asks, cocking an eyebrow.

“Yeah.” I realize my mistake and quickly correct myself. “Yes, Sir.”

“Very good.” Adam smirks.

As the car glides easily through the bright streets of the city, I wonder what kind of wickedness Adam’s planned for the night. Whatever it is, I know this won’t just be an innocent dinner.

I mean, there’s probably good reason why I’m not allowed to wear panties tonight . . .

“Hold on,” Adam says as I grab the door handle.

I stop and twist to look at him.

“There’s something I need to check.” Adam places his hand on my bare knee, then he slides it up my thigh. His fingers move lightly, steadily, slowly.

I watch as he pulls the hem of my dress up. I know exactly what he’s about to do. He’s going to touch my most private, intimate place right here, right now.

The car is parked on the street right outside the restaurant. It’s quieter than usual here tonight, which is nice.

One big advantage of working shifts is that sometimes I’m free when other people aren’t. Like tonight, for example. While other people have work tomorrow morning, I can come home late tonight because tomorrow’s my day off.

Still, there are cars driving by and people walking past.

“Adam, someone might see . . .” I protest, although the heavy sigh at the end of my sentence gives away the fact that I don’t mind this much, or at all.

“Let me worry about that, kitten,” he says, leaning over the center console and trapping my gaze with his commanding eyes. “You just relax and let go.”

“I think that guy was staring at us,” I say, pointing at a man in a thick, white, puffer jacket.

“Michelin Man?” Adam grins. “Nah. Pretty sure he was just admiring the car.”

“But he—”

“The windows are tinted, kitten,” Adam whispers as his fingers reach the top.

I gasp as he brushes over my lower lips and smiles with satisfaction.

“Good girl,” he says simply. “You’re already so wet for me.”

I look away, but it doesn’t help. Even though Adam’s already told me the windows are tinted, I can’t help but feel like an exhibit in a museum. I feel like people are watching while Adam’s collecting the wetness dripping between my thighs with his fingers.

“Look at me,” he growls.

When I meet his gaze, I see pure, unadulterated lust in his gorgeous, green eyes. This man . . . He wants me.

And not just, like, in a normal way. He’s obsessed with me. I can see something that almost resembles madness in his eyes. He wants me to the point where he makes me the focus of his life.

And he wants me to want him that way, too.

It scares me. I have no idea why he even likes me. What does he even see in me?

At the same time, his attention feels good. Really good. Better than any drug I ever tried in my life. I crave him.

So, I guess, in a way, we’re both just as crazy.

I part my legs wider for him. Adam’s fingers are poised at my entrance, but he’s not moving. I’m getting impatient.

“Please, Sir. I need you to fill me up,” I plead.

Adam’s lips form a lopsided smile.

“As you wish,” he says. “You’ve been a good girl, and good girls get rewarded.”

He pushes two fingers inside me, and my lips part of their own volition, letting out a want-filled moan.

“I love it when you beg for it,” Adam says, his low baritone sending shockwaves through my system as his fingers rub my pussy walls. “You look so sexy when you’re like this. It makes me want to skip dinner and go straight to the . . . after-dinner activities.”


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