My Stepbrother My Lover Alice Ward Read Free Online

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Date Published: November 24, 2015

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Taming the Billionaire by Alice Ward - Extract

"I don't know about you, just I'thou exhausted," Drake said, pulling off his shoes. He stripped downwardly to his silk boxers and crawled betwixt the sheets. I moved to the human foot of the bed and stood before him with a coy smile on my face up.

"Before you nod off, I have a confession," I began.

Drake raised an eyebrow and returned my smiling. "Oh yes? What's that?"

"I spent more money today than yous realized," I told him as I unwrapped the belt of my wrap dress. "I wanted to prove you lot how much I appreciate the manner you've spoiled me today."

The clothes brutal open, revealing the peach silk lingerie I'd found in a minor boudoir shop. The translucent fabric clung to my curves, barely covering the crotchless panties below.

Drake pushed himself upward in the bed and parted the sheets, nodding for me to sideslip in beside him. "Y'all expect stunning, Chelsea. I hope in that location's more than where this came from," he added, stroking the soft fabric. He brushed the silk against my body and my hair stood on finish, as if electrified. I reached between his legs and establish him strong and ready.

Drake lifted his hips off of the bed and slipped out of his boxers. He tossed them to the flooring before lying on his side and pulling me into his artillery. We kissed lightly, our lips barely touching, every bit the jet began to move.

"I accept an idea," I told him, sitting up. Drake moved with me equally I roughshod back to the mattress, this time with my caput nearly the footboard. I wanted Drake inside me as the jet climbed to the heavens, and he defenseless on to my plan without caption. He left my side just long enough to fetch a condom and whorl it down his eager shaft. He returned to the bed and I pulled him downward on meridian of me.

Our lips met as the jet slowed to a terminate again. I knew we'd reached the runway and were waiting for final clearance. Drake held me shut and nosotros kissed softly, our bodies pressed together. We moved in unison, our bodies seamlessly joining equally the jet lurched forward again. As we bumped down the runway, Drake's cock touched places within me I'd never known existed.

"Oh my God," I gasped as the strength of the jet pushed him deeper inside me.

The front of the jet lifted off the ground and Drake wrapped his arms effectually me, holding our bodies together. I moved my hips in circles, grinding into him as I planted my palms on the footboard to concord myself steady.

"Jesus, Chelsea," Drake moaned. "I didn't know I could get so deep." His hips moved in instinctive, rapid thrusts as we climbed into the heaven. Essentially, we were hanging upside downward, and all of my senses were distorted. Drake wove his fingers through my hair and gave it a quick tug just every bit his teeth clamped down on my earlobe. The mixture of pleasance and pain was overwhelming. I bucked wildly confronting him and reached ecstasy just every bit the plane righted itself. Drake let out an animalistic grunt and with one hard push, he exploded within me. He immediately collapsed on the bed, gasping for breath.

"That… was… amazing."

"Yes, information technology was," I agreed, reaching for the bedside mini-refrigerator. I grabbed a cold bottle of water and took a long sip earlier passing it to Drake. He finished it in two long gulps and wiped his mouth with a sigh.

"So," he said, pulling me back into his arms. He fingered my silk negligee. "Is there more than where this came from?"

I smiled and nuzzled into his cervix. "I gauge y'all'll just have to look and meet."

Flaming Desire by Helen Grey – Excerpt

I got right to the bespeak. "I've been told that you've alienated ane of the doctors—"

"Doctor Linder?" Matt asked.

I nodded.

"He'south a prick."

Startled, I almost laughed. "Didn't take you long to peg him, did it?"

He shook his head. "I didn't say anything earlier because I didn't want to embarrass yous for 1, and for two, I'thousand not familiar with how things work at this hospital. But I did run into the adept doctor leaving the supply closet simply moments before Vanessa did. I could tell by the look on his face and the smirk he gave y'all what had been going on in there."

I said naught, surprised that Matt had seen and not said anything.

"Look, I know stuff like this happens in the workplace—any workplace. Merely what's the protocol here? Has that happened before?"

I nodded. "It's a tricky state of affairs," I explained. "I can't report him without evidence to back it upwards. Yous see, Matt, nosotros're merely nurses… and every bit you know, nurses don't take that much power when it comes to the doctors and surgeons." I shrugged. "Most of the physicians here are good people. Nevertheless, in that location are some, like Doctor Linder, who take advantage. I've seen it happen elsewhere too. Santa Fe General is not unique."

"He'south an big-headed ass," Matt said. "But your betoken is well taken."

I nodded and began to walk toward my car, non really surprised that Matt kept in step with me. I didn't want to be rude and tell him to go away, considering to exist honest with myself, I didn't. Yet, I had to be conscientious. I was his mentor, even if it was only for the next couple of days. We would besides exist going on the ride-alongs with the paramedics in the morning. I was supposed to set a expert example, but I didn't suppose at that place was anything wrong with him walking me to my motorcar, was there? Besides, it was getting night, and I appreciated the escort.

"And then, Jesse—"

"Jessica," I sighed.

"So Jessica, what do y'all do in your downtime?"

I glanced up at him in surprise. "Why?"

He shook his head. "But an attempt at friendly conversation."

We were steps away from my car now. I pulled the keys from my purse and pushed a push button on the remote. My headlight and taillights flashed, and so I pressed some other push button. The back window popped open. Reaching for the door handle, I opened the door toward me. I looked up at him only to observe him staring at the contents stowed behind the rear passenger seats.

"What?"

He grinned. "For one, I merely didn't expect you to drive a Jeep," he said, shrugging.

"Really?" I asked. "And what exactly did you expect I would drive?" Was he flirting?

"Oh, I don't know, a Camry perchance, or a Ford Focus."

I frowned and fabricated a face. "I practice a lot of driving between here and Colorado—"

"Seriously?"

I tucked my purse inside a plastic storage crate virtually the door similar I e'er did, wondering why he stared so curiously at the items in the back. "Yep," I replied. "I have several friends up at that place and nosotros assemble several times a year—"

He gestured to the supplies I kept for wildfire fighting neatly organized in the back of the Jeep. Ropes. Offset aid kit. Helmet. Protective gear. He then focused his attending on a pile of supplies tucked up against the dorsum seat. A hook tool. A fire ax, shovel, and beneath the pile, the edge of a firefighter's helmet. He stared from me to the supplies and back again.

"What?"

"Yous've got quite a rig back there," he commented. "Mine is almost exactly like information technology."

I smiled. Y'all're an contained contractor too, own your ain rig and gear?"

"Nigh of it," he said. "If I'm shut, I drive, which I'1000 sure you practice as well, because your choice of vehicles."

I laughed. He had me pegged. Information technology was a common practice with almost contracted wildfire firefighters, hotshots and smoke-jumpers, peculiarly those signed on with the National Forest Service or other agencies. Other than that, independent contractors similar usa would be grouped into teams and flown into trouble spots by the agency in charge, along with their equipment.

He gave me an appraising expect. "Avant-garde ACLS?"

I nodded. I was Advanced Cardiovascular Life Support certified.

He grinned. I felt an odd sense of pleasure and pride.

I closed the dorsum door and so turned to move toward the side of the Jeep. I idea he was going to stride dorsum, but he didn't, and in one case again, I bumped into him. Felt his rock hard chest. My hand brushed up against his pants and I realized that he was sporting what I sensed was the start of a difficult-on. Seriously? Just seeing my rig got him off?

He gently placed his hands on my shoulders until I regained my balance. He stared down at me, his expression serious. "I'm just going to throw this out here, Jesse—"

"Jessica," I said, although my vocalisation only came out a whisper.

"I'm attracted to you," he said frankly. "I know you're my mentor, and I capeesh that and recognize the boundaries. At the same time, equally you apparently just felt, I practice have to admit that I'one thousand attracted to you."

I stared at him a moment, not sure he had just said that. Was he e'er so blunt? Again I felt the heat of the blush travel upward into my cheeks, although I doubted he could run across information technology in the growing darkness. Thank goodness for small favors. Want surged through me. Would it really matter if I admitted the same? I chop-chop shook my caput. Foolishness. I had plenty to do without getting involved with someone like Matt. He was obviously a player. I too had seen the looks women had given him today; the contemplation, the open desire in many of their expressions. I might feel the same, but I certainly wasn't going to admit it. I wasn't as like shooting fish in a barrel as Vanessa, that was for sure.

"Want to go accept a potable, talk nigh this?"

I took a step back even though I longed more than than anything to throw my arms around him, feel his lips on mine, and make out with him. "I don't drink."

"I don't either, really," he grinned. "Would it be totally inappropriate if I kissed you?"

The switch in topic startled me. "Aye," I said, my eyes not leaving his for a moment.

Nevertheless, I didn't move as he slowly leaned over me. He was going to kiss me. Every nervus in my trunk anticipated information technology while my brain kept shouting at me to walk abroad. Still, I had nowhere to go. My dorsum was practically pressed up confronting the side of the Jeep. Matt was continuing then close to me that I felt the oestrus emanating from his trunk. The truth of the matter was, I didn't want to escape. I wanted him to osculation me. I just wouldn't say the words.

He evidently didn't need them. At first, the affect of his lips was low-cal, feathery, and oh so soft. Then, the force per unit area gradually increased until I responded. Boy did I! My ears began to ring and I vaguely heard the sound of keys dropping. Oh God, I had never been kissed like this. I refused to contemplate exactly how skilled Matt was at kissing when the tip of his natural language caressed start my upper lip, then my lower ane, gently urging my lips apart.

Alice Ward is the author of the New Developed series, RECKLESS.

Reading and Writing romance is her passion and she writes with her truthful heart.

Living in Miami, the beach is her favorite identify to relax with her laptop and write her next spicy romance.

However, when she is not reading or writing romance, she besides enjoys being with her beautiful family.

Helen Grey is the author of the hot blastoff armed services romance serial "Serving the Soldier".

Her passion is to write steamy erotic romance and she loves hot billionaire bad boys. Lucky for her, these two go perfectly together... Discover out how in her books!

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