A Christmas Nanny for the Cowboy Read Online Mia Brody

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Erotic Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22752 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
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“I think we’re finished. You get enough, baby girl?” I ask as she drains the rest of the bottle.

“My turn,” Micah calls and takes her in his arms. He keeps her entertained while he burps her and when she’s done, he grins at her. “Good job. When you’re older, I’ll teach you how to burp the alphabet. Uncle Ledger will be jealous of that one.”

Her little eyes drift closed, and I don’t miss the disappointment that flickers across Micah’s face. He loves nothing more than spending time with his little girl. One day soon though she’ll be awake all the time and constantly talking to us. I can’t wait for those moments.

“Do you think she knows?” He asks softly. “That she was adopted today?”

I don’t know how much any baby knows about what’s happening. They’re doing the important work of growing big and that’s tiring. Probably doesn’t leave a lot of time to wonder who they belong to. “I think she knows she’s loved by the best dad in the world.”

He seems satisfied by my answer, gazing at our little girl with such affection on his face. He’d walk through hell for her if she needed him too. No matter how big our daughter grows up to be or how far away she moves, she’ll always have his heart, and he’ll always have her back.

“Should I call Sydney and see how she’s settling in?” I ask as he leaves the bed to put Abby into her crib.

While we were at the lawyer’s office, Micah stepped outside to make some phone calls. Next thing I knew his parents were showing up and welcoming Sydney to the family. They didn’t ask any questions just accepted it when Micah said this was their granddaughter’s biological mother. She’ll be staying with them now. She said she’d do it for a few days “on a trial basis”. But she also accepted Micah’s job offer.

Something tells me that Ledger and West are already spreading the word around the ranch that there’s a new Kringle. She’ll never be treated with anything less than affection and respect here in Courage County. Who she was before doesn’t matter. She’s been given a new name. The Kringle name.

“I’ll check in on her tomorrow morning,” he answers as he settles Abby in her crib.

“Then I guess we have to figure out what we’re going to do with a long, lonely night stretched out in front of us,” I tell him, barely able to keep the smirk off my face.

He straightens and turns to me, the soft lamp light making him look boyish and much younger than his nearly thirty years. “Oh, I can think of some bedtime activities, Mrs. Kringle.”

It takes me a minute to understand what he’s saying. I think he just called me his future wife. “That...You didn’t ask me.”

He stalks toward the bed. “Why would I ask you? You’re already mine. We’ll just be making it official.”

“That’s not much of a proposal,” I argue just to be contrary. I’m already looking forward to spending decades with Micah, arguing with him every day and falling more in love.

“Perhaps I need to find other ways to convince you then,” he says as he crawls onto the bed. He drapes his big body over mine. His hardness settles between my thighs and there’s an answering rush of wet heat in my panties.

“I might be open to other forms of persuasion,” I agree as I spread my legs wider.

“Good, then let’s begin negotiations.” He kisses his way down my throat and reaches for the tie on my robe. He opens it, letting out a delighted moan when he realizes I’m not wearing anything underneath it. If Abby hadn’t needed a bottle, something tells me he would have figured that one out earlier.

“What—what terms are you proposing?” It’s hard to think with his lips on my neck, driving me crazy like this.

“First term, daily orgasms for you.” He kisses and licks and nips his way down the valley of my chest. He pauses to give my nipples his attention, teasing me there too. He finally grazes his teeth over one hardened point. “How do you feel about that term, Mrs. Kringle?”

I gasp at the sensation and struggle to remember what we were talking about. Oh, yeah, the negotiations. “I’m in favor of that term, Mr. Kringle.”

He releases my breast with a wet popping sound. “Excellent, and the next term is this...” He prowls lower, pressing kisses to my curvy stomach. He worships every stretchmark and every bit of cellulite with his tongue until he’s at the juncture of my thighs.

“Next term is I get to eat this pussy daily for the rest of my life.” Then he licks a stripe across my swollen mound, and I arch my back, shoving my pussy into his face.



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