Forever Love – A Romance Novella Collection Read Online Ella Fox

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Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 129179 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 646(@200wpm)___ 517(@250wpm)___ 431(@300wpm)
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“Fucking love your tight little cunt,” he growls.

“Mason,” I whimper.

The sensation of his breath across my skin when he buries his face into the crook of my neck makes me quiver. “Only you, angel. Now and forever, only you.”

My body locks up when he says the word forever. Mouth open wide, my clit pulses as I come so hard I see stars. Mason bites down and sucks on the spot between my neck and my shoulder as his hips piston into me, each thrust prolonging the strength and my orgasm. When he lifts his head, bellows my name, and I feel that first jolt of his heated release inside of me, my pussy clenches around his thick length.

We’re all groans and gasps, bucking our bodies against one another as we ride the waves of release. When it’s over, Mason pulls out and then wraps his arms around me before he rolls onto his back. With my back to his chest, I focus on the feeling of the two of us breathing in tandem as I stare at the ceiling.

“Rory,” he says huskily.

“Yeah?”

“Roll over and look at me.”

It takes a minute for me to comply since I’m on top of him, but with his help I’m soon wrapped in his arms and staring into his eyes.

“Needed those pretty eyes on mine when I said this for the first time.”

My heartbeat was slowing down, but now it immediately starts racing again.

“I love you, angel.”

Holy. Wow. I’m rendered speechless by an onslaught of emotion. I’ve dreamt about hearing those three words from him, but the truth is, I never realized just how amazing it would be.

“Baby?” he asks, a hint of anxiety in his tone.

“I love you too,” I assure him.

And I do. So, so much. It hurt like hell when I believed we were over for good. I’ve never experienced that kind of emotional anguish over another person. Now I realize that’s because I’ve never felt this way about someone before. Mason is everything to me.

“Glad we got that out,” he murmurs. “Get ready for me to tell you how much I love you every day from here on out.”

I’m looking forward to it.

The End

Bonus Short Story: Snapped

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Anya

“Would you like to explain where my copy of the monthly status report is, Miss Sims?

I stiffened as Devlin Fitzpatrick, better known as the overbearing asshole who signed my paychecks, stopped next to my desk. I ached to tell him to go pound sand but fortunately found the will to hold the impulse in check. Again.

I’d made sure to be in the copy room when he arrived to avoid seeing him but clearly, my luck had just run out. Damn. For the last six weeks, I’d been averaging forty-two minutes of Devlin free time each morning before there was a face-to-face. Leave it to him to ruin the streak.

“Good morning, Mr. Fitzpatrick. I sent out the usual email to all of the other attorneys and put the hard copy on your desk,” I said in my most cheerful voice.

“Do you honestly think if I had the report I’d be wasting my time out here asking you where it is?”

His caustic attitude made it nearly impossible not to mouth off. “I couldn’t say if you’d be out here or not,” I answered, “since I’m positive that the report is right on your desk. Perhaps you missed it?”

I heard Devlin’s teeth grind together as his umber-colored eyes narrowed. “I assure you I didn’t miss it. Since you’re positive you placed it there,” he said in a biting tone, “come show me where it is.”

I exhaled a sigh of defeat as I pushed back from my desk, got up, and walked past Devlin to get to his office. Damn the stupid, gorgeous jerk for smelling so bloody appealing. Six foot three with jet-black hair, perfectly kissable lips, a chiseled jawline probably carved out by God himself and a body that didn’t quit; the man was H. O. T. hot. Too bad his attitude was cold.

Striding confidently toward his large mahogany desk, I frowned when I realized the report wasn’t sitting smack dab in the center. I knew, with absolute certainty, that I’d placed it there three minutes before he arrived.

“I’m positive I put it on your desk,” I muttered, mostly to myself.

“So I guess a thief came and stole the report? Or perhaps a paper fairy collected it for recycling?”

I bit down on the inside of my cheek as I clenched and unclenched my fists. I should quit this stupid job, I thought. The daily hit to my blood pressure wasn’t worth the money. The only reason I stayed was that I owed my moms best friend, my Aunt Betsy, for getting me the job. Stomping out in a huff would mean I’d let her down, and that wasn’t going to happen.


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