With This Man Read Online Jodi Ellen Malpas (This Man #4)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: This Man Series by Jodi Ellen Malpas
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Total pages in book: 167
Estimated words: 157175 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 786(@200wpm)___ 629(@250wpm)___ 524(@300wpm)
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Her face turns into mine, catching my lips sweetly. ‘I love you,’ she mumbles around our rolling tongues. ‘So much.’

I smile against her lips and slowly push myself back up. ‘Hold on, baby.’

Her entire body goes rigid, bracing herself for it. I don’t hold back. Never will. I smash into her with brutal force over and over, spiking constant screams of ecstasy. It’s like music to my ears. But I want to see how much she wants me, so I withdraw and place my palms on her knees, pushing her legs back, completely exposing her glistening pussy. She’s throbbing. ‘Fucking beautiful,’ I whisper in awe. I slowly re-enter her, dropping my head back and finding my pace, driving forward, plunging deep, rolling hard. ‘Come on, baby,’ I breathe, starting to sweat. ‘Find it.’

More yells. More panting. My senses are in chaos. The blood that charges into my cock nearly knocks me to my knees, my grip of Ava’s legs increasing as I thrust on. The signs of her impending orgasm are all there: wide, bright eyes and her fingers clawing into the wood. She’s going, and one look down at her amazing breasts has me going with her. My torso tenses and convulses, a shock wave of pleasure chasing through my body. It’s powerful. So fucking powerful. I come hard, shaking like a fucking leaf while Ava moans through her release, my fingers flexing on her knees. Good. Fucking. Lord.

‘Shit,’ she breathes, going lax, her head falling to the side, her eyes closing. ‘Fucking hell, Jesse.’

I release her knees and collapse onto her, making sure I remain tucked inside her, relishing in the consistent pulls of her walls around my surging dick. ‘Watch,’ I pant. ‘Your.’ Kissing her sweaty cheek, I relax all of my weight atop of her. ‘Mouth.’

‘You’re good.’

‘I know.’

‘You’re a pighead.’

‘I know.’

‘I love you.’

I snuggle into her neck and sigh. ‘I know.’

Her arms come around my back and hug me tightly to her. I’m home. Contentment flourishes within me. ‘I need to go pick the kids up from school.’

‘Hmmm . . .’ I’m unable to muster any more strength to talk, let alone move. And then there’s a knock at door, and I grumble, lazily pushing myself up from her desk. ‘Same time tomorrow?’

She grins as she wriggles off the desk and starts putting herself back together, my pout growing with every piece of her skin that she’s slowly covering. ‘Coming,’ she calls to the door, slipping her dress over her head.

I tuck myself into my shorts and sit on the couch across the room. ‘You already came.’

She rolls her eyes at my cheeky grin and rushes to the door, having a quick faff with her hair before taking the handle. She’s wasting her time. Her cheeks are glowing, her whole being looking freshly fucked. She swings the door open, and I know immediately who’s on the other side when I see my wife’s shoulders rise and tense.

‘Cherry,’ Ava says flatly, turning on her heel and making her way back to her desk. She flashes me a look on her way, one that confirms what I already know. She doesn’t like Cherry.

According to my wife, the woman has the hots for me. I don’t know why this is news to Ava. Every woman has the hots for me. ‘I’m just going to get the twins.’ Ava sweeps up her bag and throws it onto her shoulder. ‘What’s up?’

Cherry struts into the office and places a file on Ava’s desk. Her blonde hair is twisted tightly into a bun high on her head, and her white shirt has a few too many buttons open, in my opinion. I’m not purposely looking. You just can’t help but notice.

‘The membership reports you asked for.’

‘Perfect. I’ll look at them tomorrow.’ Ava makes her way to the door, casting her eyes over to me where I’m sprawled on the couch. ‘Walk me out.’ It’s not a question.

I grin. My wife’s feeling all possessive. Getting up from the couch, I fetch my T-shirt from Ava’s desk and throw it on as I stride to the door. I don’t miss Cherry’s admiring stare as I pull the shirt down my torso, and neither does my wife.

‘Let’s go.’ I collect Ava and get us on our way before her claws come out.

‘She fancies you,’ she grumbles, wrapping an arm around my waist. ‘If she wasn’t so good at her job and I didn’t need her so much, she’d be gone.’

I laugh. ‘She’s not done anything wrong.’

‘Yeah, she has. She looks at you.’

I tug my wife more firmly into my side. ‘You can’t trample staff for looking at me.’

‘What would you do if a male employee looked at me like that?’

Heat. It’s instant in my veins, and it’s not the satisfying kind. My growl is automatic, and she laughs, breaking away from me when we make it to the bottom of the stairs in the reception area.


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