Boss Without Benefits (The Mcguire Brothers #1) Read Online Lili Valente

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary Tags Authors: Series: The Mcguire Brothers Series by Lili Valente
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Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 60081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
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“I think your lips are magic,” she says. “Or possibly conducting some kind of electrical current. Have you recently been struck by lightning?”

I smile and kiss her again, swirling my tongue into her navel as I continue to squeeze her delectable ass, now with both hands. “I don’t know. I don’t remember a lightning strike but I’m pretty distracted right now.”

“Distracted by me?” she asks, a hint of hope in the words that makes me think she isn’t always the confident sex goddess she’s shown me tonight.

I look up, catching her gaze in the dim light streaming into the window from the streetlamp outside. “Distracted and fascinated and maybe a little addicted. Already. And I haven’t even tasted you yet.”

“You’ve tasted…” She trails off as she gets my meaning. “Oh. Well, yes, that’s true. You haven’t tasted me yet. And you probably should, just so we can evaluate how serious this addiction is. You might need professional help of some kind.”

“Like an intervention?” I ask, popping the button at the top of her jeans and slowly dragging down the zipper. The sound of it is enough to make my pulsing dick even thicker.

“No. No way am I going to try to stop you. I’m not a dream killer.” She holds my gaze with softly parted lips that make me think even more filthy thoughts. Thoughts about how much I want to do everything a man can do to that mouth, including feeding it the best breakfast of its life tomorrow morning.

I need all night with this woman, and I’ve never been so glad Binx wanted a sleepover with her favorite niece as I am right now.

Sarah Beth is my world, but even the most devoted father needs a night like this now and then. A night to be the man he was before he gave up closing down the bars to be home in time to read stories and give good night kisses.

Nights when he doesn’t need to watch his language or keep conversation PG.

“I could see that right off the bat,” I murmur as I drag her jeans slowly down her thighs. “You’re not a dream killer. You’re sexy as fuck and need a man who will treat your pussy right.”

“Thank you,” she breathes. “I really do. It’s been way too long.”

“Which is bullshit,” I say, tossing her jeans to the floor and teasing my fingertips along the waistband of her panties. “You clearly deserve the best as often as you want it.”

Her eyes sparkle into mine as I slowly curl my fingers around the strings on either side of her bikini panties. “Screw the best, I’d rather have you.”

I laugh—I can’t help it, this woman is funny, even when she’s teasing me—and promise, “You’re going to regret that.” I notice a small lump beneath the thin fabric of her panties and arch a delighted brow. “Is that a piercing I see down there, Miss Tatum?”

She nods. “I told you I had a wild side. Hope it’s not too wild…”

“As long as you don’t mind that I have one, too,” I say, intensely aware of the barbell piercing through the head of my cock at it presses against the fly of my jeans. I got it near the end of my wild phase but haven’t regretted it for a second. It heightens every sensation for me, and I’ve never had any complaints from the ladies, either.

She moans. “Hell, yes. I’ve always wanted to know what that would feel like.”

“It’s going to feel amazing,” I promise. “But first, I’m going to have to keep you on the edge for an hour or two. Can’t let you orgasm until you confirm that I’m the best you’ve ever had, right?”

She bites her bottom lip. “Wow, that’s evil. And wonderful. Yes, please, Drew. Make me beg. Make me beg hard.”

“Your wish is my command, sweetheart.”

With a wicked grin, I prove I’m a man of my word.

Tatum

Drew is so bad.

And so good.

And fifteen minutes later, I’m deeply regretting agreeing to erotic torture because he’s a master at it.

“Please, you’re the best,” I pant as he swirls his tongue around my clit and the ring-and-ball piercing above it just hard enough to make me writhe like a woman possessed. “You’re the best. The very best. No other man can compare.”

“That’s good,” he says, dipping his finger inside me, but not far enough to make me come, just enough to make me squirm. “But still not good enough. Make me believe you, Tatum. Make me believe you can’t live without coming on my mouth.”

“Please.” Whimpering sounds emerge from low in my throat as he massages the sides of my clit with his thumbs while he flicks my piercing with his tongue, taking me closer, closer, but still not close enough. “I feel like I’m dying. Or like I want to die but can’t. I don’t even know what I’m saying anymore. All I know is I need more, Drew.”


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