Pregnant and Desperate (Forbidden Fantasies #73) Read Online S.E. Law

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Forbidden, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Forbidden Fantasies Series by S.E. Law
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Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 31838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
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“I’m Ellen,” I reply breathlessly. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“There,” he rasps. “Now we’re not strangers anymore, so your mom can rest easy.” I look out the window.

“Yes, I suppose so,” I whisper to no one in particular.

The man casts me another sideways glance.

“You can tell me all about that inside,” he replies darkly. “But now, we’re here, so out you go.”

He parks the vehicle and is about to exit, but stops in his tracks, sensing my hesitation. After all, I did only just meet him, and now I’m going for a coffee with him? Maybe I’ve read the situation all wrong. After all, there’s been a lot of emotional turmoil in the past couple hours, not to mention the fact that I nearly escaped a car accident. Now that I’ve had a few moments to collect my thoughts, suddenly I’m wondering whether this is such a good idea, and he knows it.

“Look,” Ryder growls, “you’re fine okay? We’re at the Sunshine Café with dozens of other vehicles around. The café’s got a good number of customers, so you’re safe. Have a coffee and tell me what’s on your mind. Or don’t, and that’s totally okay too. But relax a little, and afterwards, I’ll take you wherever you want to go, no questions asked. Deal?”

I bite my lip again, but then nod because I can see into the windows of the café, and it’s true. There are quite a few guests inside, and we’re in the middle of suburbia. Nothing crazy’s going to happen right? As a result, I step out of the vehicle and stand to face the handsome stranger. Maybe our acquaintance will only be fleeting, but I’m willing to take my chances.

3

Ryder

This unexpected rendezvous has thrown off my entire day, and yet, I’m not that upset. It’s strange though because this kind of thing doesn’t usually happen to a dude like me. I had two meetings scheduled at my firm, Landsman Partners, not to mention a session with my fitness trainer after lunch, but making those commitments is clearly out of the question now. Instead, I’m headed to a coffee shop, of all places, with Ellen.

It's weird because I have women falling over to meet me non-stop, and usually, I play it calm, cool, and collected. Hell, it’s even boring at times because I’ve been in the game so long. Yet with Ellen, it’s different. I shoot a glance at the curvy girl and immediately, my heart starts racing. She’s absolutely gorgeous, of course, but then again, there are a lot of beautiful women out there. So what is it about this girl that’s making me behave like some sappy boyband fan? I have no fucking idea.

Okay, so we were in a near-accident, but ultimately no one got hurt, so it was no big deal. After making sure Ellen was okay, I should have just gotten back in the car and gone on my merry way. But I didn’t because as soon as I saw her angelic face with those huge brown eyes brimming with tears, it was like someone took over my body. Someone I’d never met, to be more precise, and now I’m in deep. Inviting her to talk over a coffee? What the hell am I thinking? I don’t do that kind of shit because I’m an asshole type of guy.

Except, apparently, things are different when it comes to the curvy girl. The sun’s shining on her curly brown hair now, making her look like something out of one of those religious paintings in a church depicting a gorgeous Madonna with creamy skin and a mysterious smile. And her curves… when she bent down to pick up her phone, I saw the way drops of sweat beaded on her huge tits, pushed together in her top like giant sacks of cream. My cock throbbed uncomfortably, even as my temperature skyrocketed.

Instantly, I was engulfed by shame. This young girl clearly needs help, and here I was, having filthy thoughts that would make her run screaming for the hills. I dreamed of burrowing my face in those big breasts before running my dick through their soft bellies, coming hard all over her face. I dreamed about putting a finger to her lips before forcing that finger in and making her suck it. I dreamed about turning her upside down before running my dick into her ass as she creamed and moaned with ecstasy. Yeah, I’m that kind of disgusting male animal. But instead, here I am about to get coffee with her like we’re in a romantic comedy. What the hell is going on? Does it even matter? Who knows?

Fuck, this is not me. The only ladies I generally come in contact with are the ones I use to satisfy the animalistic lust in my gut. Don’t get me wrong because I’m decent to the women, but after a romp in the sack, I don’t string them along. After all, I have nothing to offer except a good fuck, and that’s it. Honestly, it’s better for them if they just move along, instead of getting their hearts broken.


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