Honor Read Online Deborah Bladon

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Erotic Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 104471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 522(@200wpm)___ 418(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
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“More than I’ve ever loved anyone or anything,” he confesses, and I see the same declaration in his eyes. He truly loves Charlotte Rushing, and for a split second, I feel something I haven’t felt in a long time.

I’m envious of Randall.

My first experience with that was when we were kids. It was the first day of school. During drop-off, Randall was clinging tightly to the hands of his mom and dad while my grandma stood a few feet away from me. Tears streamed down her cheeks because she knew that my mom and dad should have been there for me.

I felt it again at every birthday party his mom threw for him, and that envy was eating me alive when we were at this beach house years ago when his family went for a swim in the ocean altogether while I waited on the shore with my grandma and Melody.

Life has been kind to me in many ways, but not in the ways it has been to Randall. His engagement to Charlotte is further proof of that. He loves her so much that he’s scared he’ll fail her because he’s not perfect in his own eyes.

“Come to my room for a second.” He tugs on my forearm. “I want to show you what I got Charlotte for a wedding gift.”

“Maybe tomorrow, buddy.” I pat his hand. “It’s late.”

“It won’t take long,” he promises. “Give me five minutes, and I’ll let you get back to your bed.”

“Three minutes,” I counter, but don’t add that I plan on heading to Evie’s bed.

“That works for me.” He points down the hallway I just exited. “You really are the best man I know, Reid.”

I’m not. I’ll never be, but since I don’t aspire to be, I’m all right with it.

I do want to be the best lover Evangeline’s ever had, so I motion for him to start moving toward his room because the clock is ticking, and the most beautiful woman in the world is waiting for me.

CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE

Evie

I called my boss’s bluff, and now I feel like a clown.

It’s been almost thirty minutes since I sent Reid that text message telling him my bedroom door is unlocked. This house may be big, but it’s not that big. He should have been here twenty-eight minutes ago. Twenty-five if he got lost on his way, which is possible since there are two hallways in this wing of the house. One hallway leads to my room and the bedroom that Lottie is staying in. I don’t understand why she’s not cozied up with her fiancé, but she must have her reasons, and since she hasn’t said a word to me about it, I can only assume it’s none of my business.

The other hallway leads to another spectacular bathroom and a laundry room that looks like it belongs on a movie set. It’s so perfect that when I wandered past it earlier in search of my bedroom, I stopped to take some pictures.

If I’m ever fortunate enough to live in a house with space for even the smallest of laundry rooms, I’ll paint it the same soft shade of mint green as this house’s laundry room. I’ll also add a few wicker baskets for display purposes and a clock because who doesn’t want to know how much time they waste each week on laundry.

For now, though, I’m stuck using the worn-out machines on the first floor of the building I live in. If I had known that this house had a state-of-the-art washer and dryer, I would have tossed my laundry in the back of the SUV before we hit the open road.

Since it’s obvious that Reid had a change of heart, or he fell asleep, I give in to the reality that I won’t be experiencing even one of those dozen promised ways he says he can make me come.

I’m in desperate need of an orgasm, though, so I need to take care of that myself.

At home, I’d rely on a visual image of a hot guy I saw on the subway or my favorite movie star, but tonight, I already know that I’ll get off quickly if I imagine my boss’s head between my legs.

At least one of those dozen ways he was bragging about in his text message had to involve his tongue and my pussy.

I slide out of my sundress and drop my panties on the floor next to the bed because I don’t need either for what I’m about to do.

The heat of the day is still lingering in the air, so I crank open the window to let the cool breeze in, and with it comes the sound of approaching thunder. It’s loud enough to wake me if I were asleep, which means it’s the perfect accompaniment to what I’m about to do.


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