The Rancher’s Heir with the Housekeeper Read Online Marian Tee

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Novella, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23247 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
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A gentle knock sounded behind them while Lukas was carefully tucking their son under the covers, and Betsy started in surprise. Weren't there just the three of them here?

"That would be Julie," her husband said quietly as he returned to her side. "Charlotte assured me you would welcome the help of a stay-in nanny, and Julie comes highly recommended. But if Charlotte had gotten it wrong, I can readily have her—-"

Betsy was already shaking her head before he had finished speaking.

"You've gotten everything right except for one thing."

The words had Lukas bracing himself for the worst. Whatever it was, he would make sure—-

"You still haven't made me yours, Mr. Tsaldaris."

—-to rectify, and immediately so, now that he had heard what his wife still found lacking.

Betsy barely managed to swallow back her gasp as her husband swept her back into his arms, and she only had time to say 'hello' when Lukas refused to let her go even when they had to walk past their new nanny.

"Julie, this is my wife Betsy. Betsy, Julie."

Betsy could only wince at the way Lukas was so obviously impatient in getting the introductions out of the way.

"Good evening, Mrs. Tsaldaris."

"We'll have another one to come in for the night shift next week," Lukas told his wife. "In the meantime, Julie will be able to take over from here. Am I correct?"

The nanny cheerfully affirmed this, and her husband then added, "If you hear my wife scream, rest assured it is not because I'm trying to kill her."

Betsy was mortified at the warning. "Lukas!"

Julie, however, was grinning. "Yes, sir."

"Or maybe I am," Lukas mused, "since the French also call it the little—-"

Betsy hastily clapped a hand over her husband's mouth and kept it covered until they reached his bedroom.

"You deliberately—-"

But he had already tossed her into his huge, huge bed, and Betsy forgot what she had to say as soon as the thrilling weight of his powerful body settled over hers.

In seconds, they were both panting, impatience and need causing her fingers to fumble as she unbuttoned his shirt and for Lukas to bite back an expletive as he struggled with unzipping the back of her gown.

She so badly wanted to feel his bare skin against hers, and she could only moan when it was the muscular heat of his chest finally pressing against her swollen breasts.

Yes, yes, yes.

It was all she could think about as her hands restlessly roamed over the sculpted curves of her husband's body. Every inch of him was pure bronzed perfection, and a mixture of helpless need and wonder engulfed her senses at the thought that from this day forward, Lukas was hers and only hers.

She had never been the type to be possessive, but she only had to imagine another woman laying a hand on any part of her husband's body, and—-

"Will you promise me one thing?"

The unexpected tremor in his wife's voice had Lukas abruptly forgetting the demands of his own body, and he immediately turned her face up to his. "What is it?" he asked tautly. "If it's in my power to grant, it's yours—-"

"Promise me you'll only be mine."

Lukas' chest tightened at the way Betsy choked the words out while looking at him like his next words could make or break her.

Everything, he thought again.

Everything he had once thought was true—-

Everything he had thought he knew about women—-

Everything was wrong except for her.

"I promise." He caught her hand and placed it over his heart. "Even if the day comes that you shun the sight of me, I will still and always be yours."

A sob escaped Betsy at the words he had given her. Would it always, always be like this with him? Every time she asked him for a drop, would he always give her an entire ocean?

"Are you even real?" she asked shakily.

"You tell me."

He whispered the words in her ear, and a shiver rocked her body at the heat of his breath caressing her skin.

"Does that feel real to you?"

She had no chance to answer. No chance to even think with his mouth already trailing all the way down until he was nuzzling the valley between her breasts while gently palming both globes of flesh.

"What about this?"

Her back curved up against as he suddenly pinched both of her nipples.

"Does that feel real to you?"

A moan spilled out of her throat as his mouth descended past her belly. She sensed him rising to his knees as he positioned himself between her legs, and her eyes fluttered open just in time to see his head lower in a now-familiar position.

No, oh no, oh yes.

A part of her was genuinely terrified. The pleasure he gave her was something she had never experienced in her single sexual encounter with D's father. But every time Lukas made her come, it was like losing control of herself and becoming a puppet to his touch.


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