Heat Read online C.M. Steele (Gimme #5)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Gimme Series by C.M. Steele
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Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19725 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 99(@200wpm)___ 79(@250wpm)___ 66(@300wpm)
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My phone rings just as I open my laptop. It’s my mother on the line. “Who is she?”

“I’m going to fire, Stanton. Damn attorney-client privilege. Has he ever heard of it?”

“Yes, but he didn’t say anything. I overheard your call.”

“You’ll meet her soon. She’s perfect for me. She’s just had a rough day.”

“I’d say. Getting hit by a car has to suck. You’re a good man and a great judge of character, so I can’t wait to meet her.”

“Soon. I’ll talk to you later, mother.” I log into my emails and pull the ones on Violet.

“Night.” She hangs up first. I pour myself another glass of brandy before taking a seat on the sofa and open the files. Page after page, I read snapshots of my sleeping beauty. The food comes, and I eat mine while tucking hers away in the kitchenette. After I finish my meal, I go back to reading, having read the same words over and over again, committing every detail of Violet’s sad life to memory. From this day on, she’ll never have to suffer again.

A whimper from the bedroom sends me into a panic. Setting down the computer, I rush inside to see tears streaming down her face. I walk back over to the living area and close down my laptop and then climb into bed with my woman, gently pulling her into my arms. With another whimper followed by my name off her soft lips, she cuddles into me. Fuck, this is going to be a night of pure torture. My cock comes to life the second she’s in my arms. Hell, every moment I’m around her, I’m rock hard even though I shouldn’t be at the moment.

Adjusting it against my stomach, I hold my woman and try to remember she needs my help, not my dick—yet.

Chapter Seven

Violet

I wake up with my face hurting, but it’s the fact that strong, powerful, sweet arms are wrapped around me that tell me that it wasn’t a dream. Yesterday’s fiascos were real.

I slide out of bed, feeling awful but also trying not to wake Micah. After using the bathroom, I stare at myself in his shirt, ignoring the massive bruise on my face. Stepping out, I can’t find my clothes anywhere, but I do see my purse. I dig through it, looking for my new phone. Thankfully the jerk didn’t steal that too. I turn it on, but the battery is dead.

“Good morning, Mrs. Ryan,” Winston says.

“I must have missed the wedding.”

“You must take it up with Mr. Ryan. He informed me of his wishes.” I don’t argue because I love the sound of it even if my supposed husband is insane.

“As it is, is there an android phone charger?” My phone should have come with one, but I have no idea where that phone box went. My stomach rumbles, and I remember that I refused to eat even a little food last night. I can’t believe I slept so long.

“Yes, this way.” He points to the table next to the sofa, and I plug it in.

“Are you hungry?”

“Very.”

“I’ll have breakfast brought up.” Winston leaves without another word.

“Good morning, Violet.” I turn around and spot Micah in just a pair of boxers. He’s sexy from his broad chest and ripped abs all the way down his thick, muscular thighs. My tongue slips out of my mouth and swipes over my bottom lip. Shit, I don’t even hide how I’m salivating over him. I swear I’m in heat.

“Good morning, Micah,” I choke out. He tosses a smirk and then jaunts over to me, sitting on the sofa before leaning in to kiss my uninjured cheek.

“How are you feeling?”

“Like I’ve been hit by a car.”

“Limo, to be exact,” he teases, making me laugh. With him, I feel freer and more relaxed.

“Yes, I can’t forget that. Thank you for taking care of me all day and night.”

“It’s my pleasure.”

I can’t stop myself, and I climb onto his lap, straddling and kissing him like I’ve been craving. He doesn’t hesitate and cuffs his hand around the back of my neck, deepening the kiss with his tongue pushing inside. I grind on his cock through his boxers and sensing my needs, he reaches between us and strokes my clit.

With a gasp, I feel my pussy clench and release, coming hard against him. The knock at the door causes us to freeze. “Winston.”

“I’ll get it, sir.”

“You are a bad girl, Violet. You’ve made me come in my boxers when I want all of my cum inside of you.”

“I’m sorry. Is there anything I can do to make it better?”

“Later, I’ll be taking you to bed, making our own family.”

“Why is that such a turn on?” I reach between us, slide my hand under his boxers and grab his cock, feeling his cum on my fingers before pulling them out and sucking it off.


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