Southern Secrets (Southern #7) Read Online Natasha Madison

Categories Genre: Angst, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Southern Series by Natasha Madison
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Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 74713 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
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"Then don’t," she says softly. "I like you here." I look up at her, and she kisses my nose. "I like you here a lot," she says. I wait a couple of minutes before I get off the bed, taking her with me. I wrap one hand around her waist, and she locks her legs behind me. "Where are we going?"

"Shower," I tell her, walking into the bathroom. Twenty minutes later, I’m getting out of the shower, dripping water everywhere as I run back into her bedroom to get a condom. Twenty-five minutes after that, I’m setting her on her bathroom counter, and I’m fucking her for the third time in an hour.

She leaves the bathroom before me, and when I walk out, she is under her covers. I stand here wondering if I should go to my room or join her. Her eyes open when she must feel me staring at her. "What are you doing?" She gets up on her elbow.

"I was going to go to bed," I say, and she tilts her head to the side.

"Well, then get into bed." She moves over, leaving me the open spot for me to get into bed. When I pull back the cover and see her naked, my cock twitches. I can’t get enough of her.

I get into bed with her, my hand coming out and pulling her to me. She throws her leg over my hip, tilting her head up to kiss my neck. "You don’t have any marks on you." She rubs her nose on my jaw. "And I have ten." I laugh. She had three when she got into the shower, and then she had six when she got out, and then she got four more on the counter.

"Where would you put it?" I ask. "Keep in mind that I take off my shirt during the day when I’m working with your family," I remind her, and she groans.

"Buzzkill," she says, making me laugh even more. My mouth touches hers, and we kiss, her tongue coming out to play with mine. It’s only a matter of time before I’m sliding into her again. When I finally close my eyes, the sun is coming out.

I hear a phone ringing, and when I open my eyes, all I see is blond hair. "I’m breaking that phone," she says from on top of me. Her head is on my shoulder, her legs thrown over my hips, and her arm is wrapped around my waist. I couldn’t move even if I wanted to. "Why is it still ringing?" she groans.

"I can’t move and get to my phone," I say, and she leans over the bed, grabbing the phone out of my jeans and turning off the alarm and then tossing it on the side table.

"If it goes off again, I’m running it over with my truck," she says, getting back onto my chest and the position she was in when she woke up. I laugh. "It’s not funny."

"We have to get up," I say, turning her to the side and kissing her neck softly. "It’s after eleven."

"We just went to bed," she moans when I take a nipple into my mouth, and I don’t know if it’s because I’m waking her up or she’s happy with my mouth. "I need sleep," she says, rolling onto her back.

"You sleep," I say. "I’m going to eat some breakfast." I kiss down her body until I find her pussy. My girl lights up, and when we walk out of the house an hour later, her hand is in mine.

"How are we going to explain this?" Amelia asks. "I can’t even walk properly, and my whole body hurts."

"We can say you fell," I say, and she laughs.

"On your dick?" I open the truck door for her, and she gets in and winces. I close the door, laughing to myself, and when I walk around the truck and get in, she leans over and kisses me. "This is going to be a challenge."

"What is?" I ask, pulling away from her house.

"Being in front of my family and not being able to just kiss you or hold your hand," she says, and I look over at her.

“Or we can tell your family?” I wink at her, and she rolls her eyes.

“You know how they are.” She turns her back toward the car door. “They’ll be all up in our business, and for now, I want it to be just the two of us. I want it to be ours.” Her voice trails off.

I grab her hand and bring it to my lips, smiling. “Three hours,” I say, looking over and seeing that it’s noon. "Make that two."

"I’ll fake sick." She looks over at me, and I park my truck on the street. I look around, making sure no one is out or can see before I grab her face and kiss her one last time before we get out of the truck.


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