Desperate Times (Boys of Silver Ridge #2) Read Online Emily Goodwin

Categories Genre: Romance Tags Authors: Series: Boys of Silver Ridge Series by Emily Goodwin
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Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 92360 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
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I looked the restaurant up online. It’s expensive but not stuffy, and the dark blue dress I brought will be perfect for it. I already curled my hair this afternoon and just need to run my fingers through it to break up the spirals, letting my hair fall into more manageable waves than what naturally occur when I let my hair air dry.

“Are we meeting your friends at the restaurant?” I ask, closing my eyes and rolling my neck to the side so Sam can keep kissing me. Right now, I don’t really care who we’re meeting or when or where we’re supposed to meet.

“Yeah,” Sam breathes, breath warm on my neck.

“I should…should get changed then.”

“You should.” He sweeps his hands down to my ass and gives it a good squeeze. “I can help you with that.”

“Can you?”

He lifts his head and looks at me hungrily. “You have to take this off before you can get dressed.”

“Yes.” I take my bottom lip between my teeth and suck in a quick breath. “I do. And this t-shirt is pretty difficult to remove. I need your doctor-brain to figure out how to remove it.”

“Doctor-brain?” he chuckles.

I purse my lips, stepping in a little closer. “I told you, I’m not good with dirty talk on the fly.”

“You were good with it last night.”

“I rehearsed it.”

Sam laughs and then realizes I’m serious. “With who?”

“The old guy sitting next to me on the plane. He got up to use the bathroom when we were done, and I don’t think he actually had to go, if you know what I mean.” I give him a big wink, hold a straight face for just a few seconds, and then burst out laughing. “I did in my head, though I was a littler dirtier in here.” I tap my temple and Sam’s eyebrows go up. “I had this whole thing planned to tell you how wet I get when I think about you, but I’ll save it for another day.”

“Are you thinking about me now?” His grip on me tightens, and he puts his lips to my neck again, making heat flash through me.

“I…I think you should find out.” My eyes fall shut and I toss my head back, parting my lips. Sam’s teeth nip at my skin as he slowly inches his fingers down the front of my pajama pants

“Fuck,” he groans, sweeping his fingers over my entrance, finding me wet for him already. I whimper as his deft fingers play with my clit. I rest my head against him, widening my stance to give him better access to my core. He takes his time, teasing me with his fingers, stroking me only to stop again, getting me so revved up I’m desperate for more.

I slide one hand down his firm chest, fingers running over every button on his dress shirt. The metal buckle on his belt is cool to the touch, and I slowly pull at it, too distracted by what Sam’s doing to me to concentrate on anything more than how fucking good this feels.

He pushes two fingers inside me, going right to that sweet spot that weakens my knees. I bring my hands back up, needing to hold onto him for support. His fingers pulse inside of me, rubbing and stroking me in a way he knows is going to make me come. We’ve known each other for so long, but being together in a romantic sense is still new to us. Yet there’s no second-guessing anything when it comes to him pleasuring me. It was like my body was made for him to play, and his knows the song by heart.

I untuck his shirt and start undoing the buttons, fingers moving as fast as they can while I still struggle to hold myself up. Sam kisses me hard and pulls his hand from between my legs so I can strip him. His button-up falls to the ground, and I pull his white undershirt over his head, adding it to the pile of clothing on the floor.

I run my hands over his firm chest, down to the V-cut muscles above his hips. Sam advances, taking me in his arms and lifting me onto the kitchen counter. My legs curl around him, feeling his cock hardening through his pants. He cups my chin, turning my face up to his, and kisses me as he slides his hand to the back of my head, fingers tangling in my thick hair.

“I missed you today,” he pants between kisses.

“I can tell,” I say as I undo his belt, feeling his cock pressing against my hand. Slowly, I pop the bottom on his pants, flicking my eyes down to see the wet tip of his cock sticking out over the top of his boxers. I push my hand down, wrapping my fingers around his cock. Fuck, he’s so big it’s still a wonder I can fit all of him inside me.


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