#BABYMACHINE Read Online Cassandra Dee, Katie Ford

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Billionaire, Romance Tags Authors: ,
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Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 55196 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 276(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
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And I threw my head back and laughed then. Because this is the new Mason and me. The two of us together, trusting and loving, waiting to become three. The billionaire on his knees, praying for a daughter whom he’ll spoil like mad. Just a year ago, I would have been shocked and disbelieving at this outcome.

So tragedy happens, sometimes even at the hand of the man you love most. But Dr. Mableton was right. With time, therapy, and commitment to our better selves, the human spirit can prevail.

Because maybe I started as a lowly librarian, a lonely girl reading endless romance novels at her desk. But that’s the thing. I’m a librarian, and no book will ever get the better of me. No fuck book. No dirty log book. No Players Club contest. So after walking the gauntlet, I’ve come out the other side, bathed in the billionaire’s love and carrying his child. And my CEO will give me everything now … just like I’ve given him all of myself.

EXTENDED EPILOGUE

Beth

Ten years later …

Things have changed, and yet some things are still the same. The fire that burns between my husband and me is a raging inferno, and we have the proof to show it.

Because Mason’s a literal baby machine. Together, we have nine children. Can you believe it? It’s two more than the Von Trapp family in The Sound of Music. But ever since Mason and I broke through the last barrier together, he’s filled me with his seed non-stop, and we have the proof of our love in the form of nine squirming babies.

“Go to sleep,” I call to Harriet, who’s peeking through the rails of the staircase. “All your siblings are asleep already.”

My five year-old giggles and shakes her head.

“No Mommy,” she refuses. “Not tired.”

“Harriet,” I say with a mock frown. “You had a long day at kindergarten today. It’s eleven p.m., and you need to be well-rested for school again tomorrow. Go to bed.”

But Harriet’s not having any of it.

“No Mommy,” she repeats again. “Not tired.”

This is when Mason swoops in. My husband is a billionaire CEO, and yet he’s also an amazing dad. Most guys can’t handle the burden. It’s either work or family life, not both. But somehow, this charismatic alpha manages to juggle two loads, and he sweeps to the rescue now.

“Harriet,” he growls, chasing our daughter up the stairs as she shrieks with glee. “Go to bed.”

With one fell swoop, he scoops up the tiny five year-old in his arms, her peals of laughter drifting down the hall as they disappear into the room she shares with her sister.

I sigh, content as I listen to Mason and Harriet’s laughs and muted conversation. Because this is the life. Needless to say, I don’t work at the company anymore. I couldn’t frankly, since I’ve pretty much been pregnant non-stop for the last ten years.

But it’s okay because my new life is amazing. We’re ensconced in a huge home in Westchester, and Mason commutes to work in the mornings, only to return at 5 p.m. each day. Even better, he’s the boss, so sometimes he’s able to stay home and work remotely.

I stretch my arms over my head, yawning lazily. Life is so good. How did I ever get this lucky? How did I rise from being a lowly librarian alone in the basement to the wife of the CEO with a passel of children?

But in no time, Mason’s back, a giant shadow looming over my seated form.

“Harriet’s in bed,” he reports. “So are Trinity, Michael, Peter, Wallace, Wendy, Winston, Timmy, and Tom.”

“Are they asleep?” I ask with a wry smile. “You know Michael likes to play video games on his handheld under the covers sometimes.”

Mason grins at me.

“Asleep,” he says firmly. “I made sure. Because it’s time for us now.”

And with that, he scoops me into his arms in one fell swoop, my curvy form lush as I’m pressed against his chest.

“Mason!” I gasp while laughing. “Careful!”

He lowers his head to kiss the tip of my nose as we stride to the staircase. “I’m always careful,” he murmurs. “You’re my most precious asset, sweetheart.”

And I lean my head back and close my eyes then, giving into the passion. Because it’s always like this with my husband. The emotions are powerful. Intense. And oh so good.

In moments, we’re in the master suite, which fortunately is located far from the kids’ bedrooms.

"Mason, I need you so much." I grab at him, practically ripping the thin T-shirt off his hard and muscular body. My big alpha male trembles from my touch.

"You have me baby,” Mason says. “Whatever you need. If you want it, you have it. It's that simple." He growls his pledge into my mouth and fumbles for his belt.

The sound of the heavy buckle makes my knees weak. I sag against him, pussy absolutely drenched. God, he makes me so hot every damn time. Whimpering with sudden and intense desire, I’m ready to beg him to fuck me.


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