Playing With Her (Billionaire Playboys #3) Read Online Tory Baker

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Erotic Tags Authors: Series: Billionaire Playboys Series by Tory Baker
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Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 36964 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
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“That’s what I’m here for. I’ll be back in a few minutes.” Dr. Dana leaves the room. I sit back in my chair, knowing if I offer to help Amelie off the table, she’ll give me a scornful look, and I’d rather she uses what energy she does have left on other things, like when we’re in bed tonight.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” I lick my lips, choosing not to respond, keeping a watchful eye on her as she kicks off her shoes. Her hands go to the bottom of her shirt, and one inch at a time, bare smooth skin is shown, until she pulls it over her head, leaving her in a deep purple lace bra and shorts.

“I am, though it sucks I can’t take advantage of the situation. I will once we’re back at the Inn.” I recline in my seat and spread my legs further, giving myself room as the blood rushes to my cock. She shimmies out of her shorts, taking what I’m sure is a matching lace thong off along the way. Christ, she’s beautiful. Amelie watches as my hand goes to my lap, situating myself in a way she can see exactly what she does to me. It doesn’t matter if she’s clothed or naked like she is now, though I wouldn’t mind if she flicked the clasp on her bra.

“Oh, is that so? And am I asked or being told?” She does what I want without being told, arm moving behind her back. I lick my lips. Her tits are the perfect handful. Now that she’s completely bare, I can see the first sign of a subtle change. Her breasts are fuller, nipples a deeper color, and damn do want them in my hands. My mouth waters at the thought of wrapping my lips around the pebbled tips. “Boston.” My hand grazes her lower abdomen, moving until my thumb is pressed against her clit, hating that I can’t take this further. It wouldn’t take long at all to get her off. Feeling her tremble beneath me is a vision that stayed stored with me. Anytime I’d jack off, it was to Amelie, whether it was to a fantasy I want to play out with her or one of the multiple times we were together. Whichever it was, it guaranteed to have me coming in no time, in the shower, in bed. Fuck, as long as it’s Amelie, that’s all that matters.

I pull my hand away reluctantly. “Christ, Amelie, I didn’t think you could taste any sweeter,” I tell her after bringing my thumb to my mouth, licking off her essence. Her thighs clench. “Beautiful, that’s a promise, and you can guarantee I’ll be at each of these appointments, especially after today’s striptease. Get your gown on, Amelie. We probably only have a minute left until the doctor’s knocking on the door.” I grimace at losing the sight as well as the feel of her body.

“I hope you make good on your promise, Boston.” She turns around. I hiss when her peach-shaped ass is on full display. The palm of my hand is itching to smack her ass the way she likes when I have her bent over any piece of furniture we make it to, and when she bends down to pick up the clothes she dropped, the view is incredible. Sadly, it’s gone way too fast. She folds them quickly and puts them on the counter next to the table, then comes the gown, taking away the sight of her naked body. It might be a good thing, too, because without my suit jacket, hiding my hard cock isn’t going to be easy.

“I always deliver, Amelie.” The knock and then the door opening closes our conversation down. It’s time to hear our child’s heartbeat.

THIRTEEN

Amelie

I wake up in my bed, eyes going straight to where I last saw Boston. His laptop was out, iPad on his lap, and phone to his ear as he talked in hushed tones to whom I have no idea. All I know is, after hearing our baby’s heartbeat, I was crying happy tears, so lost in my emotions that my arm went over my eyes, shielding Boston and the doctor while also using it to soak up all the freaking wetness coating my cheeks. It didn’t work. Boston was right there beside me, pulling my arm away from my face while the rapid beating of our child’s heart is echoing through the room. Well, I’d put it up there with the top three noises that stick with you forever. Once his eyes locked on mine, a soft smile coming out to play, my own heart sputtered for a whole different reason. I was so close to blurting out a sentence, one with three words, starts with an I and ends with a u. Boston wiped the tears from my face, cupping my cheeks and using his thumbs in a different way than he had earlier. I can’t even imagine the next time my appointment rolls around, to see our baby flutter around, hear his or her heartbeat once again. I’m going to be a bundle of emotions. There are no two ways about it, and with Boston stating he’d be at every appointment, he will be subjected to my emotional upheavals.


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