Madly Yours – Carmichael Security Read Online Nichole Rose

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Insta-Love, Novella, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
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"I d-don't," she lies even as she spreads her legs, giving me room to work.

I use it to my advantage, working quickly to get her off. With the water beating down on us, her slippery folds, and the soap, it doesn't take long to drive her right over the edge. She comes with a soft cry that sets my teeth on edge.

How much longer can I keep my dick out of her? It's only been twenty-four hours and it already feels like a lifetime.

I need her to fall soon. Before I lose my fucking mind.

When we pull up in the parking lot of a row of shops a few miles from her house, I almost wish it were another fucking party. Anywhere is better than spending a day at a salon. I know because Ma works at one. Her and her coworkers spend all day doing hair, makeup, and gossiping about shit I'll never be old enough to hear middle-aged women discuss.

It's not my idea of a good time. Matter of fact, I'd rather be waterboarded.

"I'm not fucking going in there," I growl, putting my foot down.

"Well, I'm going in there," Makenzie says, undoing her seat belt. "I have a glam session."

"A what?"

A smile dances at her lips. "Hair, makeup, nails."

I eye her suspiciously. "Why you getting all dolled up, angel baby?"

"We've got somewhere to be tonight, Zion."

"Where?"

"A fundraiser."

"A party."

"I think you need to turn your hearing aid up, because I definitely said a fundraiser," she says. "It doesn't even sound like party."

"Will there be alcohol?"

"Yes?"

"And music?"

"Yes."

"And a lot of fucking people?"

"Yes," she says, drawing the word out like she isn't sure what I'm getting at.

"Will you be looking like a million bucks?"

"Obviously," she sniffs.

"Then it's a party, Makenzie."

"Well, this party is for a good cause and I'm one of their biggest fundraisers this year, so we're going," she says.

"What cause?"

"The Hope House Project. They provide housing for abused women and children. They have emergency shelters in Nashville, Knoxville, and Memphis."

"I'm familiar," I murmur, softening. If she wants to go, I won't tell her no. How the fuck can I when I'm pretty sure she could lead me into hell, and I'd follow with a smile on my face? Fundraisers and parties are the second closest thing to hell as far as I'm concerned, but they're part of her job. It's obvious this one means a lot to her. If she needs to be there, she'll be there. And I'll be standing at her side, supporting and protecting her while she helps the people who need it most.

"Go on and get your hair and makeup done, beautiful. I'll wait out here."

"Okay, but you're going to be waiting a while. It's going to take a miracle to deal with this hair."

"Makenzie." I wait until she looks at me to say anything else. "If you think you need anything to be the most beautiful woman in the room tonight, you're wrong. You could go wrapped in a potato sack with your hair exactly like that, and you'd still have every man there wishing they were the lucky motherfucker taking you home."

Her expression softens, her lips parting.

"You're gorgeous exactly like you are. Every goddamn minute of the day."

She bobs her head, her expression full of some soft emotion I'm not sure I know how to name. Adoration? Devotion? The first inklings of love? I'm not sure, but it looks good there. Especially when she's looking at me.

"Get inside, baby. I'll be out here."

"Yes, sir," she says, putting that smart-ass attitude back together like armor.

I've got her number now, though. I know exactly what beats beneath it and why she guards it so fiercely. And there isn't a single part of that soft heart I haven't fallen in love with.

I watch carefully as she dashes inside the little salon, glancing over her shoulder at me before she disappears inside. As soon as she's over the threshold, I dial Madden's number.

"If you're calling to warn me that Taggert is on a rampage, I already know," he says by way of answer. "I've been on the phone with my PI all morning. If he follows through on his threats to press charges, I'll bury him."

My brows climb. "He's threatening to have me arrested?"

"You didn't know?"

"First I've heard of it."

"Ah, well. I guess I have bad news for you then," he says, earning a chuckle from me.

"Tell him to bring it on." I'm not afraid of the piece of shit. I'm not afraid of being arrested for what I said to him yesterday, either. If he wants to play that game, I'll lay all his shit bare in a courtroom. He can explain to a judge and jury exactly how he's been harassing Makenzie for the last year, following her home, threatening her. The son of a bitch put his hands on her.


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