My Flower (A Dirty Boss Romance #3) Read Online C.M. Steele

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Erotic, Insta-Love, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: A Dirty Boss Romance Series by C.M. Steele
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Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
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“What the fuck are you wearing?” I snarl, running my finger over the strap of her dress, itching to run it lower, but I don’t want to give anyone a show.

“It’s a dress. I’m sure you’ve seen one before. We all have them.” There’s that snark that makes me want to bend her over my desk every damn day.

“I’m not going to tell you again to get up.”

She smiles sweetly at me, which means she’s going to be anything but sweet. “Good, because I’m not done with my drink.”

I let out another growl as my patience comes to an end. She grabs her glass and polishes it off in one long drink.

I had enough of her attitude, so I lifted her out of her seat and flip her over my shoulder. We don’t have time to play this game. There may be people all around, including her friends, but no one is going to stop me from taking my woman. I need her naked with my cock buried deep inside her before we leave for vacation in the morning.

“Idiot, put me down,” she squeals with a giggle at the end. Oh yes, I’m completely correct about her need for me as well. Her friend gives me a knowing smile when I grab Lacey’s handbag.

“No,” I grunt, carrying her away from the bar.

She lifts her head and calls out to her friends at the table, “Look who’s here to see you, Mare. Remember what I said. He’s fine as hell.” I swat her bottom, pressing my hand to it afterward, feeling the heat coming off it.

“There is more of where that came from, Lacey.”

“Mr. Hardwick, you can’t boss me around.”

“We’ll see about that.” I slide her to the front of my body and wrap her legs around my waist as we head to the elevators. I jab the damn button, willing it to move faster, but my need for Lacey has reached my breaking point. My mouth lands on hers. Our first kiss is hard, messy, and intense, but I pull back when I can taste the mix of alcohol and fruit on her lips. As much as I want to breed her and make her mine tonight, I can’t take advantage of her in this state. “My Flower, how much have you had to drink?”

“Only a little. I’m not drunk, Mr. Hardwick.”

She giggles, and the sound goes straight to my heart with how soft it sounds. “I don’t know about that.” The doors open and I get her inside, hitting the number for our floor and then giving Lacey every ounce of my attention.

“I’m a bit buzzed, but I know I want to be punished for my smart mouth.” She kisses me with hunger, sliding her tongue in my mouth and I match her need, but I quickly pull back because I’m seconds from fucking her in the elevator.

“It’s not just your smart mouth that needs to answer for being bad. I haven’t forgotten you left without your security.”

She tilts her head, appearing confused. “Security? You mean Greg?”

“Yes, my flower. I have to protect what’s mine.” I fist her hair and tug her head back, so I could lick down her throat to her ample cleavage.

“Yours?” Her soft voice lifts with pleasure.

Looking back into her eyes, I growl, “Damn right, and I need to bend that ass over and spank it like I promised.”

“Lincoln, every day I imagine you bending over your desk or mine.”

“Damn it, Lacey. You’re not supposed to say shit like that.”

“Why not? You don’t want me?” She rubs her pussy on my hard ridge, knowing the answer to her question. “It feels like you do.” She giggles, running her hands through my hair before nibbling on my throat.

“I do, my flower, but I haven’t gotten you in bed yet and I’m doing my best not to nut.”

“Are you going to punish me, Mr. Hardwick?” She’s lucky I know she didn’t have much to drink because I came in right after them, so this new side is what I bring out of her.

“Yes. I’m going to punish you if you don’t stop rubbing that tight little cunt on my cock.” I squeeze her ass, gripping it hard and sliding my hand under her dress to get a better feel. “What the fuck is with these tiny panties?”

“I can’t very well wear granny panties with these.” That saucy smile does a number on me as the elevator door pops open, so I sprint to the suite.

We get through the door of the room, and I kick it closed. It has a natural spring close, but I don’t have time for that. I need her naked for just my eyes. Setting her on her feet, I lift up her dress over her head and toss it on the floor. With one finger, I tug her panties and release them. “I’m going to shred these fuckers before I stuff my fat cock into your tiny slit and breed your womb.”


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