Something Real (Whiskey Men #2) Read Online Hope Ford

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Insta-Love Tags Authors: Series: Whiskey Men Series by Hope Ford
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Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 51530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 258(@200wpm)___ 206(@250wpm)___ 172(@300wpm)
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“What? You’ll leave?”

I shrug. I’ve thought about it, and I don’t want to leave Whiskey Run. I don’t want to leave Ollie and Ford either. And that right there scares the hell out of me.

“If she asked me to, I would go and help her get settled—make sure she’s okay. I know she’s my sister but—”

He cuts me off. “She’s like a daughter to you—I understand.”

I continue. “And here at the office… do you think I want to be known as the woman that sleeps with the boss?” I raise his phone and toss it to his desk. I’m getting way into my feelings now, and I need to be mad at him. “I replied to the RSVPs. You had a play date invite from Tommy’s mom. Something about dinner and a bottle of wine. She’s making your favorite.”

I’m pointing at the phone like it’s the problem. It’s not. I know it’s not. I’m just mad—and jealous—and I don’t know what to do with those feelings. “I’m going back to work.”

He grabs on to my wrist when I try to walk by. “I’m not going to dinner with her. I’m not sharing a bottle of wine with her, and I’m not eating her food, even if she does make my favorite meal. The only person I want to do those things with are you.”

I shake my head. I want this. I want this so badly with him, but I can’t go for it. I don’t have a choice right now. He pulls me to the edge of his desk and then sits down in his chair. His hands are at my waist and his grip on me is tight.

He’s a man that is always in control, but right now, he looks lost. He scrunches up his nose, not liking the words that are coming out of his mouth. “So what? You want to keep this quiet? Just between us?”

Ford

She’s jealous. That much is obvious by the way she’s mad about Tommy’s mom. And she’s tempted to take me up on my offer. I can see in her face that she wants to.

Fuck, I don’t want to hide any of this. I want the world to know that she’s mine, and I belong to her, but if this is what she needs right now, I’ll do it. Because she looks tempted.

She looks up at me through her long lashes. “You’d be okay with that? With not telling anyone about us?”

Fuck, I hate it actually, but that’s not what I tell her. “I don’t like it, but I’ll take you any way I can have you.”

“So we keep this between us? No one has to know?”

She looks almost hopeful. I don’t like it, but I tighten my hands at her waist because I don’t want the alternative. “Is that what you want? You want to keep this between us?”

She nods.

I lean forward, pressing my head to her belly. Fuck, I can’t mess this up. My voice is hoarse when I lean my head back and ask her, “Are you going to go on dates with other men?”

She shrugs. “I’m not looking for anything serious. I can’t.”

This is ridiculous. She’s crazy if she thinks I’ll stand by while she dates another man. I slide my hand up her thigh, under her skirt and press my thumb to her clit. “And sex? You going to let another man touch you? Kiss you?”

Her head falls back, and she pushes her hips toward me. Her clit is swollen and her panties soaked. I reach up and pull them down her legs, letting them fall to her feet. I slide her skirt up to her waist so I can see her.

I lean in, letting her feel my breath against her core. Her hips flex in reaction because she wants my mouth on her. I press my tongue to her core, and she moans. I pull back and look up at her. “You think I’m going to let another man near you?”

“Ford—” she starts, but I don’t let her finish.

My finger replaces my tongue, and I swirl it around her swollen nub. Her hips rock while her head falls back and she pushes herself toward me.

I pull my hand away and I see the brief panic on her face. She grabs on to me, not letting me get far. When her eyes are on mine, I tell her exactly what I’m thinking. “I don’t share, Lilian. If I’m tasting this, no one else is.”

“Ford,” she whines, but I shake my head. I’m not giving in on this.

“I mean it, Lily. If we do this, you’re not dating, you’re not sleeping with anyone else. Just me. I’m the man you come to when you need something. You got it?”

She nods, but I don’t relent. Not yet.

I slide my finger through her wet slit and pump my finger in and out of her. “Tell me, Lily. I need to hear you say it. Say you’re mine.”


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