Kind of a Sexy Jerk (The Mcguire Brothers #5) Read Online Lili Valente

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: The Mcguire Brothers Series by Lili Valente
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Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81076 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
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“That sounds smart,” she says, hooking her fingers into the top of the flannel pants she’s wearing. “And delicious. Even with cat vomit all over me, I’m still starving. I’ll take the world’s fastest shower and be out to help make supper in two seconds.”

Before I can reply, she’s shimmied out of the pants and scooped them carefully from the ground, cradling the mess. Standing there in nothing but my black t-shirt, the one that’s barely long enough to cover whatever she’s wearing underneath, she cocks her head. “What should I do with this? I’m thinking—rinse it off in the rain on the porch, then wash it with a little dish soap and hang it by the fire to dry? We’re going to keep the fire going, right? I love a fire on a chilly night.”

Without waiting for me to respond, she crosses to the door and steps out into the rain. She leans against the railing, reaching out beneath the overhang to get the soiled pants properly soaked, while I stand gaping at the bare curves of her ass peeking out beneath the shirt.

“Am I losing it?” I whisper to the cat in a rough voice. “Or is she not wearing panties?”

Clyde belches again, just as Nora glances at me over her shoulder, shooting me such a steamy look, I know that flash of her ass wasn’t an accident.

Damn…

She’s way more trouble than I was anticipating.

And I kind of fucking…love it.

Chapter Seven

From the texts of Nora Boudreaux

and Delores “Gram” Rockport

NORA: Okay, you asked for it, woman. Now you’re going to get it…

GRAM: Get what? Are you already in Chicago? If not, you shouldn’t be texting and driving. It’s very dangerous. I saw a thing about it on the news. According to the research, it’s six times more deadly than drinking and driving! We’re all addicted to these phones and they’re going to kill us.

NORA: I’m not texting and driving. And I’m not in Chicago. I’m in a cozy treehouse in the middle of nowhere with a devilishly sexy man.

GRAM: THAT’S MY GIRL!

NORA: Oh, hush. No need to shout about it.

GRAM: I knew all you needed was a kick in the pants. There’s no shame in having a dry spell. But hiding your light away forever is a different thing entirely. I couldn’t let that happen to you, pumpkin. Not when you’ve got so much love to give. That’s why I pushed you a little, and why I talked to that reporter, even though Debbie told me not to, because she’s suspicious of the press. But I don’t have anything to hide and neither do you.

Oh, drat…I spoiled the surprise, didn’t I?

Well, you would have found out about it anyway, come tomorrow morning. There’s a newspaper article coming out about you in the local paper. Isn’t that exciting!

NORA: I know. I don’t want to talk about it.

GRAM: How do you know? And why not? What’s wrong?

NORA: I have my ways. And I don’t want to talk about it because I’m mad, Gram. That article was mortifying and probably bad for my business. But you can make it up to me by giving me solid advice in my moment of need and promising never to talk about me behind me back ever again.

GRAM: Wait. I’m confused. The article is supposed to be good! Very flattering. The woman promised. How could it be bad for your business?

NORA: Being a prude who’s going through a dry spell doesn’t sell clothes!

GRAM: I don’t think that’s true. I bet a lot of the women who buy your clothes are in the same boat you are, Nora. Your entire generation just isn’t very comfortable with sex. I blame all the screens. They’re trying to kill us in the car and in the bedroom. You kids need to do more discoing and less texting.

Disco was so much fun. There’s a trend I’d like to see come back around. I told the reporter as much. Did she put that in the article?

I’m so jealous that you’ve already read it.

NORA: Like I said, I don’t want to talk about the article right now. Focus, woman! I’m coming to you for help, and I don’t have much time.

GRAM: Okay, of course, honey. I’m here any time you need me. What’s on your mind?

NORA: Sex.

GRAM: WONDERFUL!

NORA: Stop. Your enthusiasm is disturbing. Let’s keep this classy.

GRAM: I’m always classy. I still wear a girdle every time I leave the house. And hose. And a hat if the occasion calls for it. You know I love a hat.

NORA: I know you do. Probably as much as you loved boinking Grandpa.

GRAM: Oh no, I enjoyed boinking Grandpa much more. He was a very thoughtful and creative lover.

NORA: That’s still a little traumatizing to hear, honestly, but I’m happy for you. I know you want to be happy for me, too, so, I’m going to ask your advice on my current situation. But full disclosure, I don’t want any gross sex tips or anything too graphic, okay? I just need a little help getting the ball rolling.


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