The Love Series Box Set Volume 1 Read online Fiona Davenport

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Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 59954 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
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They blended seamlessly into the crowd, and it allowed me to breathe a little easier. We’d all learned our lesson about security over the years since we’d made our first million, then billion. And, our wives were where we were the most vulnerable.

“Are you and Hazel attending the fundraising gala at The Met next weekend?” Justice asked, his eyes glued to his wife.

My eyes were similarly occupied, staring at my gorgeous wife. Every time she smiled or laughed, I felt my lips lift at the corner. Her joy was infectious. I responded to Justice with a nod. “It’ll be another opportunity for me to unruffle some feathers with my clients. A lot of them will be in attendance, and I’m sure my Hazel will love it.”

When the evening came to an end, the gallery informed Imogene that every single piece had sold. The girls squealed and hugged in excitement, and warmth spread through my chest. I felt more at ease than I had in a while. Hazel seemed to be happy, and she was more like herself than she had been in a while.

“Did you have fun, peaches?” I asked her softly as she snuggled into my side in the back of our town car.

Hazel dropped her head back and grinned up at me, her green eyes dancing. “So much fun!” she exclaimed before leaning up to plant a kiss on my lips.

I slipped my index finger into the slit in her shirt right between her tits and ran the pad of my finger down the length of it. She shivered, and I grunted as my cock hardened painfully. “This has been driving me crazy all night. Did you do this on purpose, peaches?” I growled as I shifted her body until she was straddling my lap. She moaned when she felt my erection pressing up insistently between her legs.

“I think you intended to tease me.” My hand fisted in the fabric and yanked, bringing her so close our lips were only a breath away. “Don’t think I haven’t been keeping a tally of all the spankings you’re earning.” I knew myself well enough to know that if I spanked her pretty little ass and saw my handprint on the white cheeks, I wouldn’t be able to keep the devil inside me restrained. But as soon as she recovered from having the baby, it was going to be game on.

“Maybe you should punish me now,” she breathed as she moved on top of me.

I gritted my teeth and set her back on the seat next to me. “You know I can’t do that, Hazel.” The happiness in her eyes dimmed, and I wanted to drop-kick my own ass for causing it. “Peaches, I can’t lose control with you. I don’t want to hurt you or the baby.”

She blinked a few times, trying to hold back the moisture that was making it suddenly hard for me to breathe. “Are you sure that’s all it is?” she asked in a tiny voice.

I took her chin between my thumb and forefinger, drawing her head up so I could look her in the face. “What do you mean?”

She tried to shake her head, but I was holding firm, so she swallowed and whispered, “Never mind. It’s just pregnancy hormones messing with me.”

The car came to a stop before I could dig further, and Hazel practically leapt from the car when Bianca opened the door.

I was tempted to rush after her, but something told me that she needed some time. So, I headed for the kitchen and made her a cup of her favorite tea. Then I brought it with me to the bedroom.

Hazel was sitting at the vanity in our bathroom with the faucet in the big tub running. I set the tea in front of her, and she tossed me a small, but genuine, smile. I took over getting the bath ready for her, adding her favorite salts—ones I’d made sure she could use during her pregnancy—and setting a stack of warm, fluffy towels on a little table beside the bathtub. Then I grabbed the paperback from her nightstand. By then, the water was high enough to turn off the faucet. I helped her disrobe and step into the steaming water. She sighed and relaxed against the marble, allowing the water to cover her from neck to toe.

I stood and kissed the top of her head. “Call me if you need me, peaches.”

It wasn’t easy to leave Hazel alone in the bathroom—not when I wanted to climb in the tub and pull her onto my lap—but she looked like she needed to relax. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to keep my hands off of her—and my dick out of her—If I had her wet and slippery, naked body pressed against me. My self-control had already been pushed to its limits. The last thing I needed to do was give it one final shove over the edge, especially when she seemed more vulnerable than usual. My job was to protect her, even from myself.


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