Lara (Reynolds Ranch #1) Read Online C.M. Steele

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Erotic, Insta-Love, Romance, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: Reynolds Ranch Series by C.M. Steele
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Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 49088 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 245(@200wpm)___ 196(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
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“What do you mean? How do you know our names?” she asks, pressing her finger into my chest as if she has the right to challenge me. I like the spirit she possesses, which will be wonderful when I have her riding my dick tonight, creaming for me, but right now, I’m not in the mood to put up with it.

I snag her offending finger and bring it to my lips, kissing the tip before pulling her body firmly to mine. My hand braces her chin as I tilt her face up to look me in the eyes. “How do you think you got in here? Do you think my men bought your fake invites or IDs?” She gasps slightly. I don’t know if it’s from my touch or from the news that she’s been caught. “Beautiful, I let you in because I wanted it to be so. Now, sway with me.” I lead her to the dance floor and pull her back tightly into my arms as Michael Bublé sings for us.

Her eyes meet mine and her soft, pillowy, glossy lips part. I want to bend down and taste them, watch her blush, but I hold back. Twirling her in my arms feels so natural, as if we’ve been doing it all our lives.

The room feels like it’s just us as I hold her close, my hand on the small of her back, pressing her hips firmly against my thighs so she can feel my need running through my body for her. She’s so tiny compared to me that I know I’m going to break her when I slide inside her warmth, but I’ll gladly put her back together again lick by lick.

“So tell me, Lara. Who were you looking to fleece for a nice ride?”

“I don’t need to fleece anyone,” she huffs, attempting to pull away, but it’s pointless because I don’t budge.

“Don’t lie to me, love. I heard you and your little friend, and I know just what these women here are after.”

“And that’s why you come to these, don’t you?”

I spin her around and then pull her back close, bringing our bodies flush again. Our faces are almost touching when I say, “No, I don’t come here to get laid, but I didn’t expect you.”

“Who are you?” I suppose I should introduce myself to my future wife. It’s the kind of pertinent information she would need. The light from above us shines into her eyes, amplifying her anger.

“Forgive me for not introducing myself sooner. I’m Landon Black, and you will be Mrs. Black very soon.”

“You’re hilarious.” She giggles softly, arching her brow at me like I have to be joking, but I’ve never been more serious about anything in my life and the second the words are out of my mouth, I know them to be absolutely true.

“I’ve never been considered funny, princess.”

“Listen, I’m not willing to be bought.”

“Good, because that’s not what’s happening here. What I want is more than just a night of transactions of goods and services, baby. What I want from you is too fucking crazy to even comprehend myself.”

I growl, letting frustration at myself set in. Dragging her to the edge of the dance floor as the song comes to an end, I lead her away. I know there are eyes on us and have been from the moment everyone saw me actually dancing with a woman, but my men do their job and block our way. I lead my woman upstairs to the private room I exited earlier.

“Where are you taking me?”

“Relax. I’m not going to do anything to hurt you. I want some time alone with you, and I sure as fuck don’t want to keep watching all these assholes eyeing you in this tiny fucking outfit.”

“It’s not that tiny.”

“Bullshit. I watched you tug at that fucker all night.”

“And yet you waited hours to say something. I guess you didn’t mind men looking earlier. Did you miss out on some other woman and I’m second runner up?”

“Babe, in case you haven’t noticed; this is my event, which means I needed to monitor it. If I could have gotten my hands on you the second you strolled through those doors, I assure you—I would have.”

“Really?”

“Yes, Lara.” I can’t wait another minute. I have to taste those lips that shake with fragility. My mouth closes down on hers, feeling her soft, mauve-colored lips as I thread my hands through her hair. My dick jolts in my pants, and I drag her down onto my lap.

“Now tell me more about you.”

A buzzing in my earpiece pisses me off. “Sir, we have a situation.”

“Damn it. Don’t move, understand?”

“Yes, sir.” She sends me a mock salute with a wink and I want to kiss her so damn badly, but I have issues that need my attention. Quickly, I make my way down to the main floor where a fucking cat fight has broken out. I don’t need this shit, and I can tell by the look in their eyes that they’re both geeked out on something. It takes me about twenty minutes to handle the situation, which meant actually pinning one of the women’s hands behind her back, annoying the fuck out of me because the only female I want to be touching tonight is waiting for me upstairs.


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