Instalove Christmas Read Online Hope Ford

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Insta-Love, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 84295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
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Her small voice guts me. Her brother Rizz is in a motorcycle club and he’s bad news. “Come stay with me, Sugar.”

“I can’t. You know he won’t let me. I’ll figure out something. Don’t worry about me. Ya know I can take care of myself.”

I sigh into the phone. “If you need me, I’ll be there for you. I hope you know that.”

“I know. Look, I have to go, but I’ll talk to you in a few days. Don’t give up on the tree farmer.”

I laugh into the phone. “Okay. I’m going to worry about you, so call me and check in, Sugar.”

We say bye and I hang up and sit down at my desk. Concern overwhelms me, but I can’t dwell on it long. The office phone rings.

“Thanks for calling Elite Accounting. This is Candy. How can I help you?”

“Hey, Candy.”

My stomach drops. His voice melts me. It’s him. It’s Cane.

“Hey, Cane.” My voice shivers.

“I’m sorry for leaving this morning without telling you bye. I had to get home early.”

“Yeah, sure, I understand. No problem,” I lie to him, because all I’ve thought about since I got up this morning was him and why he left. I would have loved to wake up in his arms.

“And, well, I didn’t have your number, so that’s why I’m calling you at work.” He clears his throat. “Will you give me your number?”

I rattle off my digits to him. Once he repeats them back to me, he asks if I’m busy tonight.

“No. I, uh, I’m free.”

“Great. Can I take you out to dinner?”

I smile into the phone. “How about I cook dinner tonight? Maybe we can stay in and watch a movie.”

His throaty chuckle turns my insides out. “I’d like that. But I don’t want you to cook after working all day. Let me bring something for dinner?”

My cheeks are hurting from my widening smile. “Okay.” I’m pretty sure he just checked another item off my list.

“Okay, so action movie? Romance? Thriller? Comedy? What do you want to watch?” he asks.

“Uh, anything but scary. I don’t like scary,” I admit to him.

“Okay, sounds good, so around six? Is that okay with you?”

“That’s perfect.”

He clears his throat. “And Candy, I’ll make it up to you.”

My forehead creases. “Make what up to me?”

“Leaving you in bed this morning without kissing you bye.” His throaty voice holds so much promise in that one statement.

“I’d like that.” My hand covers my heart as if to stop the fluttering.

Cane

I’m standing on her front porch with a bag of food in one hand, the wreath she left in my truck from the night before under my arm and a movie in my jacket pocket. I knock on the front door and wait. Time has gone surprising slowly today. It’s like I was counting down the minutes until I could see her and have her in my arms again.

She opens the door and I take in her bare feet, red painted toes, black leggings and long black sweater that is hanging off one shoulder. We stand there, just smiling at each other, before she says, “Hi,” takes the wreath from me and then backs up and opens the door for me to enter.

“Hi, honey.” I lean in to kiss her lips and her arms go around my neck. I’m wishing I didn’t have the bag in my hand, but I still encircle her with one arm. When we pull back, I whisper against her mouth between kisses, “I missed you too.”

She giggles, takes my free hand and leads me into the kitchen. Setting the food on the table, I turn to her and she’s standing on her tiptoes reaching for the plates. I take off my jacket and hang it over a chair. I come up behind her and press my already hard cock at the crevice of her ass and reach up to grab them for her. Her hands go to the countertop and she presses her ass against me.

“Are you hungry?” I ask her, kissing along her neck.

She turns in my arms, wrapping her hands around my neck and pulling me down to her. “I can wait. I want you right now.”

I make quick work of pulling her leggings and underwear off, then her shirt and bra. When she’s naked before me and her chest is already heaving uncontrollably, I grip her hips and set her up on the edge of the counter. Her legs drop open wide and I fit myself between them. My cock is pressing hard against my zipper and I pull my jeans and underwear down in one fell swoop.

I stroke myself, looking at her wet, glistening slit. Her eyes are hooded, staring back at me. “I’ve thought about this, about you, all day,” I admit before entering her slowly. Her head falls back, but I grip the back of her neck, pulling her face back up so I can see it. I need to see her eyes when she comes undone.


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