Unforgettable Read Online Michelle Heard

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Erotic, Insta-Love Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 79438 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
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Feeling the heat from her body on my palm, the attraction I feel for this woman stirs in my chest. Every second I spend with her, it becomes stronger.

Lillian’s eyes dart to my face, then she says, “It was my idea to come to the fair, so I’m paying for everything.”

“You already paid the fee, which includes the cost for the fair,” I remind her.

Her eyebrows draw together. “Please. I want to pay.”

Not wanting to cause her any kind of embarrassment, I agree, “I’ll allow it this once.”

She lets out a snort that’s followed by laughter. Her tone is playful as she teases me, “Wow, guess who’s used to laying down the rules.”

“You have no idea.”

When we reach the ticket booth, it’s hard for me to stand and watch as Lillian pays. I’m always the one paying, so this isn’t something I’m used to.

Once Lillian has our tickets, we enter the fair, and she glances around before deciding on a direction for us to head in.

There’s excitement in the air, along with children’s laughter and people having fun.

“Carnival first,” she says as she points to the right side of the grounds.

Soon, we’re heading down a path that’s lined with booths. There’s every kind of game imaginable, but Lillian keeps walking until we reach the bumper cars.

She gives me a daring look. “Ready to get your butt handed to you, Mr. Wright?”

Christ, I love this playful side of her.

I raise an eyebrow at her. “You can try.”

After standing in a short line, we climb into the cars, and Lillian quickly steers hers away from me. I set after her, and as she’s trying to make a turn so she can come at me, I slam into the rubber lining around her car.

Laughter explodes from her, the sound clearly audible above the music and other noises. It’s carefree, making me chuckle.

My eyes are locked on her, and I drink in the sight of happiness on her face. Seeing her so happy makes a warm emotion fill my chest.

Christ, she’s beautiful.

We keep bumping into each other, and Lillian’s laughter and shrieks fill the air. With a permanent smile on my face, I can’t stop staring at her.

No woman has ever affected me like this in the past ten years of running the company.

Lillian’s eyes stay on me, and I swear I see the same attraction I feel written all over her face.

I bump into her again, and as she throws her head back, uncontrollable laughter spilling from her, I can feel myself starting to fall for her.

Her eyes sparkle, and she’s practically glowing from all the fun she’s having.

My heartbeat speeds up, and captivated, I realize there’s no stopping my growing feelings for this woman. It’s sudden and totally catches me off guard. Something like this has never happened to me before with a woman.

I try to process the emotion Lillian woke in me as our session comes to an end. Climbing out of my car, I walk to hers, and holding out my hand, I help her to step out of her car. The moment she’s standing in front of me, I wrap her up in a hug against my chest.

I drink in the feel of her body pressed against mine and the soft scent of vanilla and cinnamon coming from her.

She fits perfectly in my arms.

The hug lasts a couple of seconds too long, and to keep the atmosphere between us light, I chuckle, “You’re a little daredevil.”

“You bumped the living crap out of my poor car,” she playfully complains as she pulls away from my chest.

Her eyes linger on mine, telling me she also feels the connection between us.

Wrapping my arm around her lower back, I steer her away from the bumper cars. A family of five comes toward us, and I pull Lillian tightly to my side so they don’t accidentally knock into her.

I feel her glance up at me, but pretend I don’t see her questioning look because I need time to process what I’m feeling before I address the matter.

I also want to make sure she feels the same as me before I cross the line.

God, I hope she feels the same, and I’m not imagining things.

After we pass a couple of booths, Lillian pulls me to a stop. “I’m winning you a stuffed animal.”

“I’m pretty sure it should be the other way around,” I argue.

Playfulness dances in her eyes. “I’m in control, remember? Your words, not mine.”

Letting out a sigh, I mutter, “Fine.”

When we step up to the booth, I see a pyramid made up of stacked cans on a shelf, and the aim of the game is to knock them all down.

“You only get two balls,” the attendant tells her.

Lillian takes the balls and throws the first one, only knocking off the top can. She throws the other one, but it keeps missing the pyramid.


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