Tempting Daddy’s Boss Read Online Madison Faye

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33235 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
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Her breath catches again, the heat rises in her cheeks, and her lips part just enough for that soft little pink tongue to dart out and wet them. I growl, moving closer and making her moan quietly.

And this time, I know I can smell her.

“You’re either a thief,” I growl under my breath, my palms flat against the wall on either side of her, pinning her there. “Or you're just a bad little girl who decided to go where she doesn’t belong.”

She shivers at my words, a little tremor tingling through her small body. She swallows, her big blue eyes gazing right up at mine.

“And you do know what they say about thieves and bad girls who go looking for trouble, don’t you?”

She shakes her head.

“No, I—”

“They always find it,” I purr, dipping my head down low and letting my breath tease across her neck.

Fuck. I can’t wait to taste her. I can’t wait to make her moan for me, and to beg me for more when I take her as my own. Her skin throbs under my fingers when I grab her wrist, her pulse jumping as I tighten my grip and pull her away from the wall.

“Trust me, little girl,” I growl, knowing it’s taking every single bit of my restraint not to press her against the wall and take her right here. “Trust me when I say you’ve definitely found trouble.”

I doubt she’s actually a thief here to steal some of my art. I am curious why she’s here in my office though, not to mention, who the hell she is. These are all questions I certainly plan on finding the answers to.

I pull her across the office and around my desk.

“Sit,” I growl, pointing to my desk and standing there with my arms crossed over my chest.

She bites her lip, those big blue eyes looking up at me before she crosses her arms over her own chest, like she’s mimicking me.

“Why?”

Something blazes up inside of me. I should be furious at the back-talk. It’s something no sane person who knows me or works for me would ever try. But there’s something about this bratty little sass back from her that ignites a fire inside of me.

She’s younger than I thought she was, looking at her now face-to-face, illuminated by the glow of the city behind me. She’s trying to hide it with those grown up heels and that dress that’s about half an inch shy of being slutty, but there’s a freshness to her that gets my blood pumping even hotter.

“Because I said so,” I growl, my eyes flashing as I take a step towards her. She swallows, her cheeks flushing pink.

She’s already mine, even if she doesn’t know it yet. She’s been mine ever since she stepped into the party downstairs, but stepping into this office — into my lair — has cemented it. And it’s not in an aggressive, angry way — the way I take most things that are mine to take in this world. In fact, being alone with her in this room brings a sort of peace to my mind that I can’t even remember feeling before.

Being with her feels like perfection. Sharing that moment, it’s like suddenly the world just makes more sense — like she was made to be mine. I pull her against me, and when she gasps and falls into me, hands against my chest, I know I was right. I know without hesitation that this angel is mine and only mine. Her lips were made to feel mine against them. Her breath was made for me to steal away. Her body was made to arch against me — to wrap around me and take me inside. And that magnetic power she’s got between her legs was made for my cock — made for taking every inch of me and swallowing every drop of cum I can give her.

It’s just something I know, like it’s been set out by fate. And the way she moans so sweetly as I pull her against me tells me she knows it too.

I kiss her with everything I have, my lips searing hot against hers as I swallow her moans. She resists for one half a second before she’s melting into me — her hands tightening on my tuxedo jacket and her body pressing into me. She whimpers as I pry her lips open with my tongue, demanding entrance and claiming what’s mine.

My hands slide down her body, wrapping around her and pulling her so tight to me that she’d never get away. She moans quietly, her breath catching as I kiss her fiercely, and when my hands slide down to cup that perfect little ass of hers through her dress, she whimpers with need.

My cock lurches as her body writhes against mine, every single cell in my body demanding what it’s owed — demanding it’s prize. Finally, reluctantly, I pull away from the kiss, and the way she just lingers there in that moment another second with her eyes closed captivates something in me.


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