His for the Taking (Men in Charge #5) Read Online Tory Baker

Categories Genre: Alpha Male Tags Authors: Series: Men in Charge Series by Tory Baker
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Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 52598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 210(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
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“So, yeah.” Jameson sets his coffee on his jeans-covered thigh with a hand on top of it. His other hand runs through his hair. I can tell he’s nervous.

“Yeah,” I respond. His watchful gaze is on mine, and I’m waiting for him to say something stupid again.

“I need to apologize for last night.” My chest rises, I purse my lips, and Jameson continues on as my hand tightens around my cup. He clenches his jaw for a moment before his tongue darts out to lick his lower lip. “Fuck, I’m screwing this all up. No way in fucking hell am I apologizing for watching you come apart on my fingers and getting my first taste.” He keeps his eyes planted on mine as he bends down to place his cup of coffee on the ground, and then he’s moving closer until his knee is touching mine. “I’m sorry I made you feel like I didn’t want you on your knees. I’d have loved nothing more than to feel your mouth around my cock. Last night was for you, not for me. That along with how I treated you at Emma’s wake and the park… I’m a dick, an asshole, a slew of other names I deserve to hear.”

“I’m not saying I didn’t think those things or say them to my best friend. I appreciate the apology and the clarification on the other part, too.” He may be able to talk about sex openly where people could hear him, but that is not me. I enjoy sex as much as the next person. What I don’t want is for others to hear what happens in my personal life.

“You deserve more than an apology and an iced coffee. I shouldn’t even be asking this, except I’m desperate, greedy, and I’ve got no damn shame when it comes to making it known that I want you, Kody.” And there goes me holding a grudge like it’s my will to live. Jameson Evans is dismantling every wall I keep erecting, and I should have known he’d tear them down. I knew it the moment he looked at me when I was playing with Josephine. Sure, he wasn’t the nicest, but he also couldn’t keep his eyes off me all the same. “I still owe you for watching Josephine yesterday, and I’ve got it on high authority that you’re her friend.”

“Are you using your daughter to persuade me once again, Mr. Evans?” I ask, taking my last sip of coffee. I’m tempted to pout and order another, except with too much caffeine and a lack of food, it’ll make me a jitterbug.

“And if I was?” Jameson slides closer, hand gliding beneath my long dark locks, looking like he wants to take my mouth.

“I’d say you’d have to prove it to me. As far as Josephine goes, I’ll always be her friend and will watch her any day of the week. But you, Jameson, are going to have to work harder to get back in my good graces.” Pulling away from him is the absolute last thing I want to do.

He dips his head, lips going to my ear, his voice causing me to shiver.

“And work at it I will, promise.”

“Jameson.” I’m not a pushover, damn it. Except for right now. He’s edging backward, and all I want to do is follow him.

“The next time you say my name like that, it won’t be in public.” And there go any thoughts of coming out of this conversation without wondering how he’ll make that happen. “Now, I hate like hell I’ve gotta change the subject, but if I pick Josephine up from my mom’s without a promise of you being over tomorrow, she’ll never forgive me. Are you busy tomorrow?”

I shake my head, clear my throat. “No, everything I need to do I can do while she’s napping. What time?” A few social media posts are the only thing on my must-do list. Sadly, I’d like to say it should be easy, except it never is, and I spend the majority of my time second-guessing everything until I’m finally over it, then I hit publish and walk away.

“Same time as yesterday?” Jameson grimaces. It’s early. Really early. Totally doable, though.

“I’ll be there,” I respond. My hand goes to my empty cup, Jameson does the same, and then he holds his hand out for mine.

“Thank you. I’ll have your money on the counter. Did you walk here?” he asks. No way is he going to walk me home to have to come back for his truck.

“You’re welcome, and yeah, I did. I’m going to walk around a little before heading back to Shaun’s.” I’ll stroll around for a bit, burn off some of the caffeine, and then see what my mom is up to. Maybe she’ll be up for helping me work on a few pieces.


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