Dylan – Steele Riders Family Read Online C.M. Steele

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Drama, Insta-Love Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 35751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 179(@200wpm)___ 143(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
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I look at the bitch and say, “I’ve killed for my wife before. Don’t make the mistake that I won’t do it again.”

I take my wife and scoop her up in my arms like she weighs nothing, and truthfully she does. Even with the baby weight, she’s still tiny compared to me. Walking with her into my office, I close the door and sit in my chair. “Mrs. Hunter, you and I need to have a serious discussion. I don’t know what was bothering you this morning, but I have a feeling it had to do with Ms. White.”

“It’s Ms. Greene.”

“I don’t give a fuck what her name is. She’s irrelevant to me. I’ll never let anyone else hire my assistant for me again, and never another female. Big damn mistake.”

“The day before, I called and she made small little digs that implied that you were getting friendly with her. She was calling you Dylan.”

“What?” I move to get out of my seat, but she clings to me, forcing me to keep still. “Sweetheart, I’m glad you told me because I’d be going to prison for murder right now. Last time, I had self-defense on my side.”

“I love you. Thank you for easing my heart and soul. She was very pretty.”

“I wasn’t paying attention.”

“What happened in here earlier?”

“Nothing.”

“Don’t lie to me.”

“Nothing major. Just enough to piss me off, and I’m sure enough to piss off my extremely pregnant wife.”

She crosses her arms and huffs. “Do tell.”

“I was typing and finishing up an email when she came in to remind me of the meeting, and when I looked up, she was leaning on my desk with her chest intentionally a little too damn close. I shouted at her to get the fuck out of my office and never to come in here without being called in.”

“Are you serious?”

“Yes. I asked for a copy of her CV and as I read it, something about it felt eerily familiar. I haven’t read many resumes over the years, so I thought about it and remembered when HR sent you packing. I pulled Mrs. Featherman’s resume to see if I should fire her. She was overqualified, so I kept her on and just chalked it up to me being a dumbass. Their credentials are almost identical, but they’re about twenty-five years apart, and when I say identical, the dates aren’t all changed.”

“Oh, shit. So she copied the resume and sent it to you.”

“Yes, and like she said, she’s her aunt.”

“Exactly. I’m sorry I had any doubts.”

“Don’t. You’re going through a lot right now, and I’ve never had a female assistant, then I break all my usual rules. I promise you’re my one and only until we’re in the grave. You’re my heart and soul.”

“Now you’re out of an assistant again.”

“Damn it.” I snap my fingers. “What am I going to do?”

“I don’t know, Mr. Hunter.” I run my hands over her plump, overly sensitive breasts, pulling down her top and pinching her hard nipples.

“Fuck, let me see your qualifications.” I free myself from my pants and push myself deep inside my wife, drilling her while she sits on my lap riding cowgirl.

“Shit, I’m coming.”

“You’ve got the job…”

“Harley.”

“Beautiful name.” I kiss her throat.

There’s a knock at the door. “Sir.”

“Bogan, give us a moment.”

“Sir, there’s a gentleman who is looking for you. Says they’re in a meeting.”

“Fuck.”

Harley giggles. “Oops. I’m already doing a bad job.”

“I’ll give you another chance later.”

“Don’t forget to tuck it back in, Mr. Hunter.” I put my cock away and rush into the bathroom to wash my hands and fix my hair as best as I can. I come back out and see my wife cleaning my desk and chair. I love how possessive she is.

“It’s Dylan. Remember that, and tuck my tits back in.” I lean down and kiss my wife.

“Yes, sir.” She’s going to get it when we get home. I leave my office and finish the meeting, explaining that my wife was feeling a little unwell and is in her last trimester so I needed to get her settled in my office.

When it ends, Harley is standing by the assistant’s desk looking sexy as hell. Several of the men take notice, and I want to punch them.

“Wow, that’s your wife? No wonder you needed to take a break. Does she have a sister?”

“No, and she’s mine, so keep your eyes to yourself.”

“Understood.” They leave, and I remember why I don’t like having Harley as my assistant.

“Let’s go home early, beautiful.” The troubles can wait—our happiness can’t.


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