Our Way Free Books Read online T.L. Swan

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 163
Estimated words: 164828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 824(@200wpm)___ 659(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
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An idea comes to mind and I smile. I should give him a little taste now. Actually, yes. I’ve got ten minutes.

I quickly wriggle out of my dress and have a quick look in the mirror to look at the white corset and matching panties with a suspender belt, and the thigh-high, sheer white stockings. I pick up my clutch and smile broadly as I walk out into the kitchen in the sex kitten get up. “Ready,” I reply casually.

He holds his champagne glass mid-air and blinks. “Yes, you are.” He purrs as he puts his drink down so fast that it sloshes over the sides. “Ready to be fucked.” His hands go to my behind, and he bends his knees to put his dick right between my legs as he sucks on my neck. “Hmm, for once I got the shopping right,” he whispers against my skin as he sits me up onto the kitchen counter and pulls my panties to the side. “This is going to get you into trouble.”

I smile as I watch him drop between my legs as he spreads them wide. He closes his eyes as his thick tongue sweeps through my sex. I inhale deeply as I watch on. God. What a visual.

Nathan on his knees in a black dinner suit, licking me up like I’m his last supper.

His dark eyes hold mine, and he turns his head and kisses my inner thigh. He slides three thick fingers deep into my sex, and my back arches. He begins to move them quick and rough over my g-spot as his lips take mine.

He works me hard, and I moan in pleasure.

The man has the ability to make me come in approximately sixty seconds.

“Wait,” I moan against his lips. “When we get home, baby,” I breathe against his lips. “Good things come to those who wait.”

“And good men come in your mouth.” He bites my bottom lip and stretches it out, his dark eyes hold mine and the air crackles between us. He has that look in his eyes and I know I’m going to get it hard tonight. Excitement flutters in my stomach. I love that look.

The door buzzer sounds, and he licks his lips as he looks at me. “Saved by the bell.” He bends and licks me once more, as if unable to help it, and then he pulls my panties back and lifts me off the counter.

“Put your dress on.”

He turns me toward the bedroom and smacks my behind hard. I yelp.

“And stop making me hard before I go out.”

“Yes, dear.” I smile as I walk into the bedroom. I put my dress on and catch sight of myself in the mirror. My face is flushed and aroused. I smile broadly.

Nathan Mercer, you are a bad man.

* * *

We walk into the ballroom half an hour later. It’s beautiful and grand. Although I can’t really appreciate the splendor because I’m too aroused.

Nathan had his hand up my dress the entire car ride here. He wouldn’t let me come. He’d get me to the edge and pull back, again and again.

Payback, he called it. I call it torture. That will teach me to prick tease. It was an epic fail because I just prick teased myself. It’s me who’s about to come with the change of the wind…not him.

How am I going to get through the night without humping him on the dancefloor?

I feel a dull ache in my vagina as he leads me to our table.

“Hello.” We arrive and take our seats. “I’m Nathan and this is Eliza, my girlfriend.” He introduces us and we smile and shake hands with our table buddies. Nathan’s hand goes to mine in my lap, and he takes it in his.

Eliza, my girlfriend.

That’s the first time he’s ever said that out loud. It sounds good. I like it. Love it, actually.

“Do you want a drink, darling?” he asks.

“Yes, please. Bubbles.”

“Okay.” He smiles mischievously and puts his mouth to my ear. “Would you like to go to the bathroom with me?”

“Don’t tempt me,” I whisper back. “I’m not even joking, Nathan, I’m aching.”

“Good.” He chuckles and kisses me quickly. “Back in a minute. Ache away.”

I watch him disappear to the bar. He’s so handsome in his black dinner suit. People greet him, and he shakes hands with people he sees along the way.

I smile proudly. He’s so well respected in the industry. Another older couple come to find their place at our table.

“Oh, Eliza.” The lady smiles. “Hello, again, my dear.”

“Nadia.” I smile as I kiss her cheek. “How are you?”

Nadia’s husband Peter is an oncologist in the children’s floor where I used to work. I know them well.

“Hello, Eliza.” Peter kisses my cheek. “We miss you on the children’s floor.”

My heart drops. “I miss it, too. You never know what the future may hold.” I wink.


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