The Glass Slipper (Cinderella #3) Read Online K. Webster

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Billionaire, Erotic, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Cinderella Series by K. Webster
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Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 69517 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
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By the time I make it to her apartment on the twelfth floor, I’m damn near desperate to see her. All this time I thought I’d get bored of her. That we were nothing but a transaction. That she was nothing more than a toy that would lose its thrill.

I was wrong.

Ash is sexy and funny and insane.

Plus, I love her bird.

I unlock the door and step inside. Ash is no longer wearing the tempting dress she had on earlier at the office but has changed into black yoga pants and a fitted white top. She’s actually studying and her books are spread all over her desk. Thankfully, despite her teasing, Daniel isn’t here.

“I should fire you,” I complain as I lock the door behind me. “You only work when you feel like it.”

She waves her middle finger at me, not bothering to look my way. I walk over to her and drop the bag of food in front of her.

“Oh my God,” she groans, choosing to tear into the bag rather than acknowledge me. “Have I ever told you I love you?”

“Only every time I bring you food.”

Which is always.

That’s all she does these days.

Eat and eat and eat.

“Stop judging me,” she grumbles as she devours her gyro. “I’m eating for two and it’s all your fault.”

I lift a brow at her. “My fault? You were supposed to get on birth control.”

“I did!”

“And stay on it.”

“You can’t blame this on me,” she argues. “You didn’t even give it a chance to work before you were filling me up with your super sperm. Now your mom is really going to hate me.”

Mother only pretends to hate Ash.

The monthly spa dates and shopping trips they seem to squeeze in makes that pretty obvious.

We haven’t told anyone yet that Ash is pregnant. Not even Perry. She’s done a pretty good job of hiding her little baby bump, but now that we’re entering the second trimester, she’s beginning to show.

While Ash continues to bitch per usual and wolf down her gyro, I kneel down next to her to rub her stomach. At one time, I never saw kids in my future. But, the moment Ash tearfully thrust a positive pregnancy test at me this summer, I knew without a doubt I wanted them. With her. The girl makes me a greedy bastard because I want everything with her.

“Is he moving yet?”

“I felt a flutter but I don’t know if it’s him.” She polishes off the rest of her gyro and then leans in to kiss me. “Shouldn’t you be working?”

“Shouldn’t you?” I taunt, but I’m only joking with her. She’s taking a full course load at NYU and still insists on coming in to work some. It’s like now that she’s fucking loaded after finally obtaining her inheritance, she’s decided to work her ass off.

“My boyfriend-slash-boss is kind of an asshole. I like to sneak away to my apartment to see my lover. He’s sweet and brings me food. Oh, and I’m carrying his baby. Shh, don’t tell my boyfriend.”

I stand up and scoop her out of her desk chair. She grins at me as I carry her to the bed. I’m gentle when I lay her down because she has my kid growing in her, but then I yank off her tight clothes to get to her soft skin underneath. Once she’s naked, I loom over her, admiring her perfect body. Her tits are sensitive but getting big and her stomach is so fucking cute.

“Winston Constantine,” she gasps out. “Look at you. Sooo obsessed with me.”

Ignoring her, I yank off my suit jacket, wincing slightly from the lingering soreness that I’m still dealing with from my injury this summer that thankfully ended up not needing surgery. I toss it away and then tug at the knot on my tie.

“Touch yourself, Cinderelliott. I didn’t come all this way to watch you lie there like a lazy ass.”

She flips me off but then takes that same finger to tease at her clit, luring me in like a fucking demon. I can’t get my clothes off fast enough, eager to be inside her.

“I’ll let you say filthy, rude things to me while you fuck me if we can get ice cream after this.”

I shed the rest of my clothes and pounce on her. “Deal, my little fuck toy.” I smack her hand away to take over rubbing her pretty pussy. “This needy clit belongs to me. I paid for it long ago. You say girlfriend, I say whore.”

Her fingers thread into my hair and she pulls me to her for a kiss. I coax moans out of her with each rub against her clit. She squirms, trying to spread her legs to urge me inside of her.

“Greedy fucking girl.” I deny her what she wants, whispering kisses over her parted lips. “Your pussy is so wet. Probably from dreaming about me calling you names like slut and come gobbler.”


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