The Secret (Winslow Brothers #3) Read Online Max Monroe

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Forbidden, Romance, Taboo Tags Authors: Series: Winslow Brothers Series by Max Monroe
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Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 122125 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 611(@200wpm)___ 489(@250wpm)___ 407(@300wpm)
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“Ty!” she exclaims on a giggle. “Stop! I’m all sweaty and gross!”

“I don’t care.” I pull her into my arms after that, my hands still running up and down her body. “I love you clean. I love you sweaty. I love you dirty. I love you every-fucking-way, Rach,” I whisper before pressing my mouth to hers.

She tastes like salt and the citrus-flavored gum she always chews, and it’s not long before she’s melting into me, her body bowing toward mine and her hands reaching up to wrap around my neck.

I move us to the bed then, our mouths basically fused together, and my cock is already standing at attention, a sex-soldier ready to conquer her perfect cunt.

Nothing else but getting inside her matters right now.

Fuck, my woman is a goddamn goddess, I think to myself when I take in her gorgeous curves and naked body beneath mine. I want to suck and eat and feast on every inch of her. I want to make her come on my mouth and my cock. I want to do it all, and I want to do it for hours.

And I am going to do just that. Right the fuck now.

“I’m glad you came home early,” I growl out and kiss her harder. “I missed you.”

She giggles against my persistent mouth. “You just saw me two hours ago.”

“Doesn’t matter. I never don’t want to see you. I think I’ll start coming to all your classes. Anywhere you go, I go.”

“You sound like a psychopath.” She giggles again, but then she says, “But I love you.”

When moans start to spur from her lips and her hips start to fidget beneath me, I pull away to remove my clothes as quickly as humanly possible. And Rachel grins at me the entire time, her lips curving up into amusement as she watches me nearly fall on my fucking face as I kick my boxer briefs off and dive back onto the bed.

“You’re a lunatic!” she squeals when I bury my face into her breasts and spend some time sucking and licking at her nipples.

“It’s all your fault, doll. It’s all your fucking fault.”

“I love…” she starts to say but pauses and sits up on her elbows. “Wait, Ty,” she says and taps my shoulder. “Did the power just go out?”

“Just ignore it,” I answer as I move my mouth down her body.

And she does just that, lying back on the bed, until in the far-off distance, the sounds of a ringing phone start to echo from the nightstand.

“Babe. Someone is calling you.”

“Again, ignore it.”

“It’s Remy.”

Shit! He’s probably here! I roll over onto my side and snag my phone from the nightstand. “Hey, what’s up?”

“What’s up?” he asks on a harsh laugh. “Well, I’m stuck in your building’s fucking elevator.”

Uh-oh.

“Okay. I’ll call Lloyd.”

“And Lloyd would be…?”

“Maintenance,” I tell him and hang up the phone. But when I turn around and see Rachel on the bed, those tempting fucking curves of hers displayed like my own personal buffet, I can’t stop myself from pulling her into my arms again and kissing her.

“Everything okay?” she asks around my persistent mouth.

“Remy’s stuck in our elevator.”

“What?” she asks. “What elevator?”

“Our elevator.”

“Ty?! Are you serious!?” she exclaims and shoves me off her. “We have to call Lloyd, you lunatic! And the fire department too! Oh shit! And the power is out!”

I know she’s right, that I should be a little more, you know, urgent in calling Lloyd and helping out Rem. It’s my cock that didn’t quite get the memo.

She’s off the bed between one breath and the next, tossing my phone at me and sprinting out into the hallway.

“Ty! This is not good!” Her voice bounces off the hallway walls. “You call Lloyd! I’m calling the fire department.”

Well, damn. This day certainly isn’t going as planned.

Rachel

Today, because the New York weather was hotter than the freaking sun, a thirty-minute blackout occurred, shutting off all the power in several boroughs, including Greenwich Village, where our apartment building is located.

Normally, it wouldn’t have been that dramatic of an experience, but because Ty’s brother Remy was on his way over to drop something off, he ended up stuck inside our building’s elevator.

Yeah. Literally stuck inside the cart smack-dab in between the fourth and fifth floors.

Two hours later, and with the help of New York’s finest, I watch as two burly firefighters pry open the elevator doors, and the breath I didn’t even realize I was holding releases from my lungs.

Thank goodness.

I look up at Ty, and the lines of worry that have been a permanent fixture on his face ever since I had to shake him out of his horny stupor slowly start to disappear. He squeezes my shoulders, and we both look back toward the doors, waiting to see Rem’s face come into view.

But the first face I see isn’t Rem’s. It’s a strikingly beautiful female one with big brown eyes and dark hair and a pregnant belly.


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