Don’t Fall for Your Ex-Boyfriend’s Brother (Magnolia Ridge #5) Read Online Logan Chance

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary Tags Authors: Series: Magnolia Ridge Series by Logan Chance
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Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56005 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 280(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
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Griffin chuckles as he shakes his head. “You think? What the hell did he borrow?”

Millie.

“My portable charger.”

“Christ, give your damn phone a rest.”

“Yeah, good advice. All right, listen I’m gonna sneak out the back so Callum doesn’t spot me. It’s my day off and I’m not getting stuck here.”

“Stuck here? You don’t want to work here?” he asks.

I’m just digging myself in deeper and deeper. I’ve confided in him about Millie, sort of, but no way will I tell him this.

“Stuck here as in I have a fight to win.”

“Hell yes! Go, hurry.”

I rush out the back door, thankful he let it go.

Millie turns the sign on the door to "Closed," and I push it open just before she can lock it, the bell above the door tinkling softly. She jumps slightly, startled, and places a hand over her chest, her wide eyes meeting mine.

“Tripp? You scared me,” she says, her voice trembling slightly as she tries to steady her breath.

Ignoring her unease, I reach back and lock the door behind me, the sound of the click echoing through the now-silent bookstore. The warm, dim lighting casts long shadows across the room, highlighting the rows of bookshelves that seem too close in around us as I step closer.

“Oliver Moore?” I say, my tone low and probing, eyes narrowing as I watch her reaction.

Her eyes widen, a flicker of fear or maybe guilt crossing her face before she quickly lowers her gaze to the floor. “What about him?” she murmurs, her voice barely audible.

I smirk, a dark amusement curling at the edges of my lips. “That’s how you wanna play it? Okay.”

I take another step toward her, and she instinctively backs up until her body presses against a bookshelf, the spines of the books digging into her back. The smell of old paper and leather fills the air, mixing with the scent of her perfume—something light and floral. The tension between us is electric, crackling in the small space.

Reaching out, I sink my fingers into her silky hair, pulling her head back just enough to expose her throat. Her breath hitches, but she doesn’t resist. My knee pushes between her legs, parting them slightly, and I can feel the heat of her body even through the layers of our clothes. Without a word, I lower my mouth to hers, claiming her lips with a fierce, possessive hunger.

The moment our tongues meet, a shiver runs through both of us, and we let out simultaneous moans that seem impossibly loud in the quiet, intimate atmosphere of the bookstore. The world outside fades away, leaving only the two of us, lost in the intensity of the moment.

She’s wearing a blue sundress and when I rub my knee against her center, I know damn well she can feel it. Another moan, louder and deeper, escapes her as I push my knee harder against her.

I break the kiss, keeping my hold on her hair as I search her eyes. “I promised to help you and no one will stand in my way of doing that.”

“Tripp,” she whispers.

I remove my hands from her hair and slide them down her body, grabbing the bottom of her dress. “I’m going to take this off of you. I’m going to touch you with my hands and taste you with my mouth. I’m going to make you come again, understood, little bunny?”

She nods and I grin as I lift her dress over her head, tossing it behind me. I take a moment to study her incredible body. Her tits nearly spill out of her white-lacy bra, which does nothing to hide her hard nipples poking through the thin fabric. Her tiny waist and curvy hips turn me on. Her slender legs have me begging to be between them. Her skin is like porcelain and damn if I don’t want to break it.

“Fucking beautiful,” I say, leaning forward and tugging her nipple between my teeth.

“Oh God!”

I pull the cups of her bra down and her tits spill out. Fuck, they’re the most perfect breasts I’ve ever seen. Perfect hard pink nipples and more than a handful for me to enjoy. I give them the attention they deserve. Sucking, biting, licking, kissing. She’s moaning above me, holding onto my shoulders as I continue.

“Tripp,” she whispers.

A grin hits my lips as I look up at her. “Your tits are flawless, pure perfection. Does it feel good, little bunny? Do you like what I’m doing to you?”

She swallows nervously, biting her plump bottom lip. “Yes.”

I pinch her nipples while staring at her. “Are you dripping wet for me?”

“Tripp, please,” she moans, dropping her head back and hitting the bookshelf.

“Oh little bunny, hearing you beg me might just be the most erotic thing I’ve ever heard.” I pinch her nipples again and grin. “Tell me what you’re begging for.”


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