Perfect Grump – Bad Chicago Bosses Read Online Nicole Snow

Categories Genre: Billionaire, New Adult, Romance, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 161434 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 807(@200wpm)___ 646(@250wpm)___ 538(@300wpm)
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The tip of his tongue presses against my clit and then slides back, right before thrusting so deep it makes me gasp.

“Oh—oh holy flipping Mackerel.” My thighs pinch his head, and yes, I’m well aware I’ve reverted back to middle school slang, thank you.

The speech parts of my brain belong to Nick Brandt right now, just like the rest of my body.

He’s on a mission tonight.

And he doesn’t quit until my whole body trembles, playing every throbbing inch of me with that tongue.

Only when I’m gasping, on the precipice, he stops.

All I can feel is this heavy silence—this reverence—and then a reminder that no matter what happens, I’ll always, always be his.

Because Nick Brandt’s mouth brings me off so hard with my clit caught between his teeth, I become one long scream.

Pleasure bolts through me, swift as a sword.

At thirty thousand feet, I think I qualify as a shooting star. You’d better believe I shine for my husband.

When it’s over, he kisses his way back out from under the tangle of my dress.

He presses the skirt back down with an innocence that makes me laugh before placing another one of those entirely dirty kisses on my forehead.

I’m still vibrating as he pulls me into his arms.

“Told you the dress wouldn’t come off until I got you home,” he says with a smugness that’d be rude if it weren’t so true.

“That’s...going to be hard to top.” I collapse against his chest.

I’m wrong, though.

It’s not hard to top at all four hours later in Florida.

When his huge body eclipses mine, when he’s baring his teeth, when he’s got his hand gently pressed to my throat, pinning me to the mattress with every sharp thrust of his hips.

“Reese!” he grinds out, all green-eyed fire and sharp curses.

I swear.

Nothing, nothing, nothing will ever compare to the awed sound of my name on his lips when he comes inside of me, clinging to me long in the night, one round of passion blurring into the next.

It’s a nice surprise to find a second wind after the longest, happiest day of my life, and it lasts deep into the night.

The next morning, I wake up with Nick propped up on his arm, staring at me.

“Good morning,” I venture. “Is something wrong?”

“Fuck no, besides ruining the view of my beautiful wife asleep.” He chuckles when I softly slap his cheek. “How was your wedding night?”

I roll to my side and kiss his lips.

“Perfection. Yours?”

“Incredible.” He pushes hair out of my eyes and leaves his hand in my hair. “What are we doing today?”

“I could go for an encore,” I say shyly.

He kisses me. “We could always go for that. This is also one of my favorite places in the world and I want to share it with you.”

“I’ve never been to the Keys,” I say. “Okay, let’s do all the things you love, especially if it involves a beach. I’ve never been on a real Florida beach before.”

Growling with delight, he presses his lips to mine.

“Let me guide your way, sweetheart,” he whispers.

“You’re hot enough so I’ll actually pay attention on your tour,” I tease. “What did you do when you were here before?

His gaze sharpens. “Last time, I drank cheap tequila at my condo up north and wished like hell you were here.”

My heart breaks a little. I smile.

“Before, I mean.”

“I do a lot of fishing when I’m here. There’s a sunset festival downtown that’s a lot of fun, too. Otherwise, I used to lounge on the beach, but we’re both off alcohol and caffeine until the baby comes. If you’re up for a day trip, we could drive up to Daytona so you can see the Speedway.”

“I do love cars,” I say, biting my bottom lip in thought. “How about you teach me to fish first?”

“With pleasure,” he rumbles, helping me out of bed and into a very slow, very intense shower together.

After brunch, we head back to the beach house. There’s a private beach behind it—actually a delightful rarity for the Keys. We take turns lathering each other in sunscreen, and Nick shows me how to cast the line from our spot on the balmy sands.

“I didn’t know billionaires made such great fishermen.”

“I hooked you, didn’t I?”

“Oh my God, stop. At least let the baby come before you start cracking dad jokes.” I stick my tongue out at him.

“Fine. It’s relaxing,” he says with an unrepentant smile. “You’d be surprised how many big ideas started off with someone soaking in a view like this.”

He isn’t wrong. The ocean ripples, almost as turquoise as his eyes in this sun.

I sit in his lap and pull his arms snug around me.

We stay like that for nearly an hour before the rod bends.

I perk up in excitement. We reel our catch in together.

Okay, it’s mostly Nick reeling, but I help.


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