That Guy Read Online Kim Jones

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Erotic, Funny, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 91079 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
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“Never been more sure about anything in my life.”

He doesn’t look the least bit anxious. There’s no room for uncertainty in his eyes because those motherfuckers are just brimming with love. And as much as it pains me to admit it, I couldn’t be more proud of him.

I lean in to give him one of those one-armed man hugs. “Congratulations, man.”

“You’ll be my best man?”

I pull back and smirk at him. “Planning the wedding already, are we? What next? You going to ask me for a tampon or to braid your hair?”

“Fuck you.” Grinning—like a man in love—he snaps the box closed and tucks it inside his jacket.

“Yeah. I’ll be your best man. If she says yes.”

“She’ll say yes.”

“You never know…”

“Cam.” He levels me with a look. “We’re talking about Penelope. She’s been planning our wedding since she broke into my house. I’m surprised she hasn’t proposed yet.”

I’m still laughing at that when the door opens and Alfred greets us. My eyes fall to the Rolex on his wrist and I laugh harder. The noise attracts the attention of a woman as she walks out of the lobby. She bats her lashes and I give her a onceover.

She’s everything I look for in a woman. Blonde. Tall. Sexy. Flirty. Confident. I give her my sideways smile the ladies call irresistible. When she licks her lips, I know I can have her if I want her. But the look of disapproval I get from Jake distracts me and before I can get her number, she’s gone.

“What?”

“You need to settle down.”

I stare at him. “Are you fucking with me right now?”

“No, Cam. I’m not. You’re twenty-seven. It’s time.”

“And you’re thirty.” I clap him on the shoulder as we step inside the elevator. “Which means I have three years left of doing who and whatever I want before I offer my balls to a woman. The same woman. For the rest of my life.”

He smiles. “When you find the right woman, it’ll be worth it.”

“You’ve been watching Oprah. Or Dr. Phil.” When he doesn’t confirm or deny, I narrow my eyes at him. “You have, haven’t you?”

He mumbles something I can’t understand.

“What was that?”

“I said, I don’t watch that shit.”

“Not even Ellen? Hell, I watch Ellen.”

He shoots me a bewildered look.

I shrug. “She’s funny.”

“Who are you?”

“Your best man. If she says yes.”

“Would you shut up? She’ll say yes.”

“Who’ll say yes?”

We both turn to find Penelope standing outside the elevator door, arms loaded with, what appears to be, Jake’s suits.

“Are those my clothes?”

“Say yes to what?”

“Penelope, are those my clothes?”

“Jake, who are you asking a question?”

“Are you kicking me out of my own house?”

“Are you asking me to marry you?”

“For fuck’s sake…”

“Yes! Yes! I’ll marry you!” Penelope drops the clothes and leaps into Jake’s arms. If he was mad about her ruining his proposal, he’s over it. Because he’s kissing her back with just as much fervor and heat as she’s giving. So much that I look away to give them some privacy.

And that’s when I see her.

Waves of black hair. Porcelain skin. Petite. Curvy. Shy. And looking up at me beneath long, dark lashes are two crystal gray-blue eyes that have my cock pounding in my jeans as hard as my heart pounds in my chest.

She’s everything I don’t look for in a woman.

Everything perfect I’ve never noticed.

I don’t know when I’ve ever seen someone that’s captivated me as much as she has.

I don’t know how she does it.

I don’t know who she is.

This—whatever this is I feel—just…happened.

“Cam!” Penelope’s squeal knocks me out of my temporary fog and I brace myself just in time to catch her when she wraps her arms around my neck. “I’m getting married! To Jake! I said yes!”

I force my eyes away from the vision who is—whoever she is—and smile down at Penelope. “Congratulations, babe.”

She rambles on some more shit and my eyes wander back to the girl who’s staring back at me as if she’s scared I’m going to bite her.

God I want to bite her.

Taste her.

Whisk her away to a deserted island so I can strip her down. Fuck her senseless. And make her scream my name in pleasure over and over without anyone hearing her voice or seeing her body but me.

“…You’ll be walking her down the aisle…”

Damn right I will.

“…You two will look perfect together…”

Fuck yes we will.

“…Our wedding is going to be fucking epic…”

Their wedding.

Penelope and Jake’s.

Not mine.

What in the goddamn hell is wrong with me?

“Emily, don’t be rude. Say hi to Cam.”

Emily.

She cuts her eyes to Penelope before glancing back up at me. She doesn’t move and I wonder if I look as possessive and feral on the outside as I feel on the inside.

I try to relax and get a grip on these emotions that Jake somehow rubbed off on me, but when she flushes a deep shade of pink, my cock stiffens further and I groan.


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