Nate Read Online Free Books by Celia Aaron

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Crime, Dark, Erotic, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
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“Whoa, whoa.” He wrapped his arms around my waist. “A job?”

“Yeah.” I ran my fingertips down his arms, the soft hairs tickling as I went. “I can’t just laze about by the pool all the time.”

“Yes, you can. You class up the joint.” He smoothed his palms up my shirt and cupped my breasts.

“It would just be, I don’t know, as a barista or something at a Starbucks, or maybe even tutoring—”

“No way.” He squeezed. “One on one with college boys who have a constant hard-on? No, thanks.” His thumbs brushed against my nipples.

I wiggled against his growing erection. “Don’t trust me?”

“I trust you just fine. Them, not a chance. I remember me when I was that age. If I’d seen a girl like you…”

“Yeah? What would you have done if you’d met me when you were twenty?”

He yanked my shirt over my head, pulled me back against his chest, then pinched my nipples. “I’d have fucked you raw every chance I got and twice on Sundays.”

“Who’s to say you can’t do that now, even though you’re an old man and all?” I ground my ass against his cock.

“You’re a little brat.” He twisted my nipples and bit down along my jugular.

“Going to spank me again?”

“No, you like it too much.” His right hand delved beneath my panties, his index finger pressing against my clit. “Already wet just from thinking about it.”

I lowered my voice to a purr. “Maybe I’m wet from all this talk of college boys.”

He growled. I barely got my laptop closed before he tossed me face down on the bed and yanked my panties off. But he didn’t spank me. He sank his teeth into my ass. I howled as he bit me and slid two fingers into my slick pussy.

Holding me in place with his fingers inside me, he bit my other ass cheek hard enough to bring tears to my eyes. Then warmth covered the spot, his tongue pressing against the grooves made by his teeth. Sliding his fingers out, he circled my clit slowly. Pulling wetness from my pussy, he used his thumb to massage my asshole, each stroke sending goosebumps racing along my legs.

He left more bites—these gentler—along my skin as his fingers worked me over. When he plunged his thumb inside my ass, I tensed.

“Relax.” His kisses feathered along my lower back.

I let my muscles go, and he slid his thumb in and out, his fingers still on my clit. The sensation of his thumb was almost too much, but at the same time, I wanted more.

Rocking back against him, I turned my head and met his gaze. “Make me come?”

“Anything you want.” His eyes sparkled. He removed his thumb and walked me closer to the foot of the bed. Then he lay on his back, guiding me to sit on his mouth.

When his tongue met my clit, I jolted, and when he pressed his finger into my ass, I moaned. I gripped the footboard and stared down at him as he ate my pussy, his tongue flicking my clit and making wet noises as I rode his face. My thighs clenched, and I didn’t care that I was grinding on his face and pushing back to get more of his finger in my ass. I wanted everything from him. He groaned his approval as I gave up all modesty and spread my legs even farther, pressing my pussy to his mouth.

He opened wide and tongued me until I gripped the footboard like a lifeline and came in a rolling wave of abandon. I chased every last tendril of release until I was spent, then fell over on my side.

Nate rose, adopted a stern expression, and shook a finger at me. “Now, let that be a lesson to you, young lady.”

After my giggle fit subsided and we snuggled into bed, I passed out in his arms.

Chapter Sixteen

Nate

“It has to be somewhere else.” Angus drummed his pencil on the desk and stared at the ledger.

“There is nowhere else.” Peter glared at the paper. “I know it’s the fucking rat. I just know it.”

“They’re connected?” Angus scratched his chin.

“Have to be, but I can’t figure out how.” Peter flung his pencil onto the desk. “Fuck!”

“I thought you were good with numbers.” David smirked from his seat on the couch.

Peter stood and advanced on his brother. “Hey, meathead, why don’t you come over here and figure it out if you’re so smart?”

“I’m not the one who claims to be smart.” David shrugged, more than happy to light Peter’s short fuse. “You’re the one who tells everyone he’s a member of Menstrual.”

I choked on a laugh.

“It’s MENSA, you dumbass.” Peter unbuttoned his sleeve and began rolling it up.

Angus shot me an amused look. Surprisingly, he seemed to fit in well around here. After his night next door to my room, he didn’t give Sabrina any more longing looks—which was good for his life span—and he seemed to get along well with my guys.


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