One Bossy Date – Bossy Seattle Suits Read Online Nicole Snow

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Funny Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 156
Estimated words: 158829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 794(@200wpm)___ 635(@250wpm)___ 529(@300wpm)
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Her velvet hugs me so intensely there’s a second where I’m afraid I’ll blow too fast.

Then we find our rhythm, her body rising and falling with mine, riding me so sweetly I feel like a savage prick for chaining this angel to earth.

She’s my angel, though.

My sunshine.

My exquisite little toy with every whimper, every brush of skin, every moan spilling out of her as I rock us closer to ecstasy.

Our movements turn frenzied.

She reaches back and claws at me, too well fucked for words, and I’m close behind her with a growl exploding up my throat.

Goddamn.

“Pippa, go. Go, baby girl, I’m with you. I’m—”

I never finish that thought.

Not with words.

My hips crash against hers one more time, burying my cock so deep her pussy strokes my whole length.

My spine ignites.

Pressure explodes at the base of my balls, and my entire universe collapses into a raging fireball.

I’m more animal than man when I’m filling her, grinding against her ass, feeling her tighten around every inch of me as her climax hits.

Fuck, this is it.

Greedy and aggressive and so fucking crazed.

This is what she does to me, and what I know she’ll always do.

This lick of sunshine turns me inside out until I’m roaring, coming so hard I wonder if I’ll find pieces of myself blown across the room later.

When it’s over and we’re panting together like the last distant rolling thunder after a heat storm, I deepen our kiss, staying inside her.

I’m so damn hard we wind up going again a few minutes later.

The night is still young.

Hours pass with touching, teasing, caressing.

It’s tender and beautiful. Rough and relentless. Wicked and divine.

All the contrasts, all the flavors of life I never imagined before Piper struck me like a thunderbolt.

When I wake up late the next morning, I find her fully dressed and sitting at the table in our kitchenette. There are several plates with silver covers in front of her.

She smiles at me.

“Breakfast just came, lazy bones. Hurry up and eat or we’ll be late for the art tour.”

Andy pounces on me in agreement, yipping loudly in my ear.

“Oof. For a cocktail weenie, you don’t know your own strength,” I mutter, scratching behind his ears as I push him away and sit up.

“You might want to hurry,” she says, pulling the covers off the food. “He’s trying to steal your bacon.”

“Andy!”

I march over, slinging myself into the chair. I throw him a piece of meat after he flops down so we can eat our food in peace.

Even with the day’s rocky start, she’s perfection incarnate with her easygoing smiles. I watch her as we eat with the sunshine spilling through the blinds, turning her hair to spun gold.

Dammit, yeah.

My mind is made up.

If I had any lingering doubts about what’s coming, they’ve just disappeared in a glorious burst of morning.

With Fyo taking Andy for a walk, we sail through a canal, gondola spotting.

“Look, there’s another one!” Piper points to a fork in the canal, where another long ship lazily glides through the water.

She points her phone, filming until it passes out of view.

“You win. I think you’ve found twenty,” I say.

Our gondola pulls to the side a short while later. I pay the guide, get out, and help my girl disembark.

“That was awesome! Where to next?” she asks.

“A hidden treasure for your channel,” I tell her.

“Cool! Um, what is it?”

“You’ll see when we get there.” We walk through the streets, hand in hand, until we’re heading up to San Maurizio.

I hope this is the right place. I thought she was less likely to know about this one.

“Another church?” she asks as we walk up to the gorgeous old building. “It’s beautiful, but I think it’s going to be hard to outshine the basilica.”

“It’s the local music museum with a special Vivaldi exhibit,” I say, loving how her eyes light up.

“Wow! And it’s free? I looked all over for free museums before we came and didn’t know Venice had any.”

“There aren’t many. Fortunately, lots of little secrets turn up when you own a black card and use the concierge.” I hold the door open for her. “They say the instruments date back to the seventeenth century. Go nerd your little heart out.”

She giggles. “Amazing! It’s open, though, right? How come no one else is here?”

“It’s a hidden gem, remember?” I try to keep a straight face.

“And it’s cool to record here?”

I shrug, looking around. “No sign that says not to.”

She makes a satisfied sound and pulls her phone out, sweeping the main room. “Hey-o, this is Pippa and we’ve stumbled on a Venetian gem!” She pans the phone out to catch my face. “That’s my man, Brock. Isn’t he cute when he smiles?”

I give her my grumpiest look.

“We’re in Venice, Italy, at—” Her voice goes up like she’s asking a question.

“Il Museo Della Musica,” I tell her.


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