The Naughty List Read Online Sheridan Anne

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Contemporary Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 75289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
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“That’s all I’ll ever ask.”

“Just an eternity of having to put up with your bossy ass, huh?”

Nick grins, his hand shifting down to my ass and squeezing tight. “Don’t act like it doesn’t turn you on. I see the way your thighs clench when we get into it. You crave the back and forth. It gets you all hot and bothered, and your cheeks start to flush, just like they are now.”

“Oh yeah?” I challenge. “And when I do get all hot and bothered, what are you gonna do about it?”

“Baby, I don’t think you’re ready to know what I plan to do about it.”

A wicked grin stretches across my lips, and I push up against his chest to look him right in the eye. “Try me.”

His arm locks around my waist, and before I even know what’s happening, we’re halfway down the hall, his eyes flashing with the hunger of a new challenge. And with that, Nicholas Stone spends the rest of our night proving to me over and over just how good it really gets, not daring to stop until my throat is raw from screaming his name.

NICK

FIVE MONTHS LATER

My feet drag as I walk out of Hardin’s Hardware after checking on John, and just as I reach for the door handle of my old red pickup, my phone sounds with a notification from my home security app, letting me know there’s movement on the property.

My brows furrow, and I pull my phone out of my pocket, hoping like fuck that everything is okay. Blair works from home with her new business that’s taking off like a fucking rocket, and she’s generally so busy during the day that she only turns off the internal alarms, leaving the outdoor motion sensor alarms on. Not that we’ve ever needed it. The only people who ever come out to the property are my family and Sarah. Apart from last month when Blair flew her best friend Rena out to spend the week with us so she could share the news of her pregnancy. She’s three months along, and we couldn’t be happier.

Dropping down into my truck, I wait for the live footage and groan a moment later, finding Blair standing out on the front lawn, her hands up in front of her as if trying not to scare something away. Her back is to the camera, and despite her body half concealing the animal in front of her, there’s no mistaking the giant fucking calf.

She slowly approaches the scared animal before offering it the back of her hand, allowing it a moment to get her scent. “Where’s your mommy, sweet baby?” she coos to the miniature cow, her voice barely coming through the system. “Are you lost?”

Blair inches closer, and the calf immediately steps into her, rubbing its head against her, and I don’t miss the way she subtly turns so the calf doesn’t hit our baby growing inside her womb. It snuggles up to her, and as Blair’s shoulders sag, I groan, realizing I just became a cow father.

“Are you hungry?” she murmurs, her hands rubbing all over the calf, giving it a good scratch. “Come on, my sweet little angel. Let me get you fed.”

Blair turns and starts making her way back to the house, and the little calf follows her instinctively as though she just became its adoptive mother. I watch Blair a moment longer, expecting her to leave the calf in front of the house as she runs in to figure out how the hell to feed the poor animal, but my jaw slackens watching as a calculated smirk stretches across her lips and she ushers the calf up the four steps leading onto the porch.

No. No fucking way. She’s not about to let that thing into our house.

“Please, baby. No,” I groan, knowing damn well she can’t hear me.

It only takes a minute or so for the calf to figure out the stairs, and then it’s game over for me. Blair opens the front door and the little brown calf strides right through as though it owns the place.

It takes me a minute to switch the security camera, having to exit out of the external feed and to the internal one before having to figure out which room she’s just waltzed a wild cow into.

Having Blair back in my life has been nothing short of an adventure, though there’s no denying that we’re constantly butting heads. It’s part of the reason why I love her so much. We’ve been this way since we first got together in high school, but one thing is for sure, I will never attempt to renovate a house with Blair Wilder ever again.

When her nana’s home sold a few weeks ago, it was the greatest news of my life. Don’t get me wrong, I get that it was a bittersweet moment for Blair and she was an emotional wreck, feeling as though she was having to say goodbye to all of the fond memories she had growing up in that home. But fuck, I’m glad to see it gone.


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