Limited Edition Husband – Winner Takes All Read Online Lauren Blakely

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Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 78470 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
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I’m too curious. “Go ahead. Sound like a dick. Come on.”

With a slightly guilty sigh, he turns to me. “My ex didn’t like to gamble. Or to go out in a group. So I haven’t played cards with my friends in a while. Or…”

I can read between the lines—Nate’s ex didn’t like him seeing his mates much either.

I want to kiss away whatever baggage he has about this weekend. I want to make him forget everything that went wrong with his ex by being the opposite of that twat. “I love a night out, and I love a game of chance. I’m also pretty good at poker.”

Nate smiles. “You challenging me?”

“Maybe I am,” I say, a little cocky, too, to match his confidence. “Especially since you’re rubbish.”

“You’re on, Colburn.” With a contented sigh, Nate leans back in the chair, then shifts gears. “So you had a lot of work to deal with before we left. Are you liking this new project so far?”

“I do like it. I love the excitement of new things. Producing this coverage should be a mint experience,” I say.

“Mint,” he repeats, laughing softly. “So English, and your accent is so sexy.”

He’s sexy. He speaks so openly, so honestly. I ought to do the same. I can’t keep stalling. I’m ready to man up right now when the flight attendant swings by, a redhead with a spray of freckles across her nose and a smile that’s equally cheery. “I’m Grace, and I’ll be taking care of you. Would you like some champagne?”

Nate turns to me. “In the mood?”

You have no idea. “Yes, I’d love some.”

He looks to her. “We’ll each have one. Thanks, Grace.”

“Wonderful, Mr. Chandler.” She pours in front of us. “And here you go, Mr. Colburn.”

“Thank you,” I say as I take my glass.

As she moves to the next row, Nate lifts his in a toast. “To the gods of hot, sexy single men, Mr. Colburn.”

There’s never been a more perfect opening. After I down the champagne in one gulp, I meet his eyes and blurt out, “So, here’s my deal. I’m bisexual, and I’ve had some girlfriends, but I’m not the most experienced guy with men, and I’d really like you to fuck me tonight, but I’m not sure if I’ll be able to sit or even walk to the concert after that, so maybe we could fuck after the concert?” I barely stop to breathe. I just pile on more words. “And I hope that’s not too presumptuous to ask, but I want to ask, because we should be upfront, and it’s good to be upfront, especially about…sex, and I’d really like to have sex with you tonight. Like, hot hotel sex that’s just fucking top-notch, which I know it will be since I’ve basically been thinking about it forever.”

Whoa. That was a lot. Fine, I didn’t say everything. But I said enough.

Nate’s blue eyes flash with wicked deeds. Then he shakes his head, like he can’t believe his luck. “Here’s my deal, Hunter. I’ve been thinking about fucking you since I met you.”

Good to know we’re on the same page. The sex page.

13

MY OYSTER

Nate

An hour later, I’m in the back of a town car, cruising down the neon Strip, making out with my sex date.

Funny how we’ve been planning to get naked since we made this date, but we’ve spent the whole day together clothed.

Well, we were in public.

Still, even with clothes on, even with the long delay, it’s been a ridiculously good day with Hunter.

But now when we’re finally semi-alone, I’m not wasting a second. I kiss along his jaw, up to his ear, biting the lobe.

He moans and slides his hands along my chest. I’m starving for more, so I return to his lush mouth and devour him again. I need as much of this man as I can get because I don’t know when or if I’ll see him again after tomorrow.

Tonight is a one-time only deal. And I need a sure thing. Badly.

Hell, I need to get to the room stat.

When we’re close to the hotel, I wrench away from him. That’s the only way I won’t touch him.

What is wrong with me? I’m a ravenous beast when it comes to Hunter. I want to eat him alive.

The car comes to a stop in the portico. I smooth a hand down my shirt then through my hair while he does the same, trying to settle.

“I really need to keep my hands off you till we get to the room,” I say.

“Shame,” he says.

“Agree. But I don’t want any random fan to snap a shot of me and my very obvious hard-on.”

“I’ll make sure your hard-on isn’t obvious for a little longer.”

Laughing, I say, “Thanks, Hunter. That’s big of you.”

“I was going to say the same of you.”

I use the walk through the opulent lobby, its ruby red and sapphire blue lights swirling around us, to reset my mind and to will my body to cool off. When we reach the front desk, I’m all focus again, like I am on the field.


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