My Best Friend’s CEO Dad Read Online Flora Ferrari

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Chick Lit, Contemporary, Insta-Love Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 55765 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
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She sits beside me, wearing tight-fitting black jeans and a long-sleeved, feminine shirt. It makes me want to tear away all the excess fabric and reveal the curves beneath.

“Has he contacted you again?” she mutters as we drive away from the city.

I sigh. “A message through my assistant… He’s given me two days. Nothing from my PI yet either.”

Nothing about Sebastian or Finn.

Maci glances at me. She’s got subtle makeup around her eyes, highlighting her natural beauty. Her lips are shaded red. When we finally leave the city, I take off my hat and sunglasses, then pull up at the side of a quiet road.

“What are you doing?” she asks.

“What I need to do,” I growl, leaning over.

She makes that cute, almost shocked noise when I press my lips against hers. I’ve been waiting to kiss her since I sneaked away the last morning at the house. From how she breathily moans, muffled through the kiss, I know she’s been waiting, too. She grabs onto my chest, her fingernails scraping through my shirt.

I grab her leg, feeling her thickness, that curviness she had the silliness to doubt—her perfection. Sliding my hand higher and higher, I’m sure I can feel the heat and the wetness of her sex beckoning to me. It’s the sound of a passing car that stops me.

She looks up at me, eyes filled with passion, lips slightly parted.

“I’m addicted to you,” I say passionately.

She shakes her head, almost like she thinks I’m lying and the idea is ridiculous.

“I am,” I tell her, keeping my hand on her knee but fighting the urge to go any higher. “I’m addicted to your curves. I’m addicted to how thick and gorgeous you are.”

“Is thick a good thing?”

“Yes,” I tell her confidently. “You’ve got the perfect body, Maci. Never doubt that with me. You hear?”

I stroke my finger across her face, brushing her wavy, beautiful hair. A smile lights up her features. “Okay,” she whispers, but then the smile falters. “It’s so bad, but I want to forget everything else. Just for the afternoon.”

“Me too,” I admit. “There’s so much going on. So much is getting in our way. Obviously, these things should get in our way.” I pause, slowly moving my hand higher on her leg. I can’t stop myself. “But I wish we could forget, too.”

She lays her hand on mine before I can get too high. “Then let’s do that, just for a little while. The guilt will be there when we get back. Who knows? Maybe after a date, you’ll realize you’re not interested in me.”

I kiss her again, this time cradling her face with both of my hands, tasting her warmth and her desire and something else, something deeper and more primal. I keep my hands on her face to stop myself from exploring the rest of her.

“Never going to happen,” I say, driving back onto the road, leaving the city behind us, leaving responsibility behind us, too.

CHAPTER 17

MACI

Lukas pulls up outside what looks like a luxury spa on the edge of an upscale town outside the city. The parking lot is empty, which is strange at this time of the day. The whole place looks deserted. He looks at me with a playful twist to his lips, an almost boyish playfulness in his eyes.

“I thought it would be better to have the place to ourselves,” he says. “That way, we don’t need to wear swimming stuff and can work up an appetite before lunch.”

He looks so handsome, his face clean-shaven, emphasizing his strong jawline. His eyes fixate on me. He’s wearing a T-shirt that shows me his muscled arms. Knowing what he looks like naked, I can’t help but picture him with nothing on at all.

“So, this was your plan, huh?” I tease. “You just want to get me naked.”

He leans over, his hand on my leg again. I’m already sticky and hot from where we kissed the last time. My body is oh-so ready for him every single second we’re together. It’s like the more physically intimate we get, the easier it is to ignore just how messed up this is.

“Not just that,” he says, his lips close to mine.

I sink hungrily into the kiss. I shouldn’t be shocked by now at how easily kissing and being intimate makes me forget everything else, including my best friend. He’s like a drug I never want to quit.

Stepping from the car, he looks around the empty parking lot before walking around to my side. When he offers me his hand, it feels like we’re a couple, like nothing or nobody can ever hurt us. We walk hand-in-hand toward the spa. Reaching into his pocket, he takes out a key and opens the main entrance.

“Lunch is already prepared,” he says, his hand on the small of my back. “I thought it best if we were completely alone.”


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