Best Friend’s Secret Baby Read Online Ella Goode

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Erotic, Novella, Romance, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24634 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
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“Looks…interesting.”

“Interesting is your default word when you don’t want to offend me but you find something objectionable, so you might as well come out with whatever it is you want to say because I know you hate it.”

“I’m not saying I hate it because maybe it’s delicious.” But to be honest, I think I’d rather eat my shoe than what’s in her photo.

She pulls the phone back to her face and taps at her screen. “It’s not. The last I remember is the slightly sour taste of the mayo and the sweet taste of the Jell-O, but weirdly, I want to try it again. I can’t find any place that makes it.”

I can see why. Who would buy it?

“I guess I’ll have to make it.” She casts a glance at the clock on the wall. “It’s getting late. Is there a store that’s still open?”

We search, and the nearest twenty-four-hour grocery is forty minutes away.

“How about I pick stuff up tomorrow?”

“No.” She gets to her feet. “I need it now.”

I hop up and grab the keys to the Range Rover. “How about some more carrot cake? The place on Monterrey is open until midnight.”

She pauses, cocks her head, and considers my suggestion. “No. It’s the Jell-O cake or nothing.”

I pluck the phone out of her hand to check the directions and figure out our shopping list. The directions on how to make it give me pause. “Sunshine, it says you have to wait hours for the gelatin to set. At least three.” I turn the screen to her face. As her eyes scan the recipe, she grows more distressed until suddenly she bursts into tears.

“No. This is awful,” she sobs against my chest. “My whole day is ruined. No. My whole life.”

These are real waterworks, too, not a few drops but a whole gusher. I mop at her face, completely unmanned. “Sunshine, I’ll go. Just stop crying. We’ll figure something out. I’ll get liquid nitrogen. We’ll freeze it all up in a nano second. There’s some tech at a lab I bet. Nathan Brock works over at Cryogenics. He’ll know something.” I make a hundred dumb promises, but none of them work. Sunny’s completely distraught. In the end, I do the only thing I know how to do, and that is kiss her.

12

SUNNY

I moan into Mack's mouth as he devours mine. My body melts into his. How does this keep happening? I’ve tried to keep my distance. Even when my body screamed that I didn't want to. Every night I have dreamed about him. Sometimes they are so real that I could have sworn he was in bed with me, holding me close. I’d even wake and think I smelled him all around me. I’m clearly going crazy.

As much as I want the Jell-O salad, I want this more. I’ve wanted it since the last time his mouth was on me. I don’t know if it’s the pregnancy hormones or the fact that Mack has woken my body up, but all I think about is sex. The only thing that gets my mind off sex for a few moments is food.

“Kiss me back,” he orders, nipping at my bottom lip.

A gush of wetness fills my panties at his bossy tone. He was the same way the other night. It made it so easy to let him have his way with me. I could let go and do as I was told. It was so damn sexy. I’ve never seen him that way. I had no idea having a man order me around would turn me on, but then again, maybe it’s not just any man. It’s Mack. I think I’m able to let go because I know everything he tends to do is with my best interest at heart.

I tangle my tongue with his. His hands go to my ass and he lifts me. I wrap my legs around him. He carries me through the house and into his bedroom. With the way Mack has always fed me, I’ve always been on the curvy side, but he makes it seem like I’m light as a feather. He easily moves me around and puts me where he wants me.

He drops me onto the bed before he pulls his shirt from his body. My eyes drop to his broad chest, taking in every inch of him. Mack might be a workaholic at times, but he makes it to the gym. Maybe I should start going with him.

“I should go to the gym with you,” I blurt out. It's the last thing I should be thinking about right now. The gym? Really?

“Not happening. Take your clothes off. I don’t want to ruin your favorite pajamas.”

“Why can’t I go to the gym with you?” I huff.

“Sunshine, I will rip them from you,” he warns. His tone has me hurrying to remove my clothes. I strip down until I’m in nothing but my panties. I keep my thighs pressed together not only because I need the pressure against my throbbing clit but my panties are so wet they’re sticking to me. There is no way he’d miss the giant wet spot if my legs were spread.



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