Grant’s Deal – The Virgin Surrogates Read Online C.M. Steele

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Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 108(@200wpm)___ 86(@250wpm)___ 72(@300wpm)
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“Great. Thanks.” I walk away, but I regret it instantly. I can’t see her from where I’m at and any other fucker could be enjoying her body bouncing as she runs. Fuck, I’m pissed. I start pressing without warming up which I know is a bad idea. I’ve already built up a good sweat when I see that crazy broad from another floor coming toward me. I’m usually too civil to tell her to fuck off, but I’m in the middle of set.

“Are you sure you can’t use a spotter?” she asks, standing right behind my head, her legs spread a little too inappropriately near my face. I hear a gasp and then drop the bar into the rack. Sitting up, I see my Doll looking pissed, glaring at me.

I get up, giving no fucks about wiping the rack down, storming toward my Doll. “Our session is over with right now.”

“Why? Are you upset that I ruined such an intimate moment?” she hisses.

“You sound jealous.” She has no reason for it because I’m all hers.

She scoffs like I’m completely off base. “Hardly, but you remember that contract you signed. I don’t want that bitch’s leftovers.”

“I’ve never touched her and I sure as hell didn’t invite her to think she could spot me. She’s always flirting, but I politely tell her I’m not interested. By the way, I know everything it says in that fucking contract. I told him what to put in it.” Running my hands through my hair, I let out a grunt and head into the bathroom. I need a shower. I could kill that Sheila or Cheryl whatever her name is. She’s making it harder for me to win over Gwendolyn.

When I come out of the shower Gwendolyn’s not in our bed. What the fuck? I go looking around to see if she’s watching television or in the kitchen. Nope. I walk to the spare bedroom and look inside. Fucking hell, she’s wrapped up in the covers. That’s not going to work for me.

I turn on the light and walk right up to the bed, bending down, I scoop her up. “What are you doing? Put me down.”

“No. Since when is this the bed you sleep in?” I don’t like the distance she’s creating. It’s killing me, and even though I’m supposed to be keeping this like a business deal, I just can’t.

“Well I have my period. It’s not like you want me sleeping next to you. I’m just the baby machine.”

“I might not be fucking you tonight, but you will be sharing the same bed with me.” I take her into the room and place her on the bed. I want to kiss her petulant attitude away. I’m guessing it’s the hormones and that stupid woman. I know I’d kill a motherfucker if they stood over her like that, wanting to spot her. I’m a jealous prick. It’s a new feeling that I don’t care for.

I shoot off a text to Steven. Have a treadmill delivered to my condo tomorrow.

I turn off my phone because I know he’ll get it done. Climbing into bed next to my Doll who has decided to sleep as far as possible away from me, I smile. That’s fine as long as her ass is in our bed, I can sleep. I turn out the light on the nightstand and roll onto my side, facing her back. She might not want me or my attention, but I’m lost when it comes to her.

It seems like forever before I can finally fall asleep, but when I wake up, I feel so damn refreshed. Smiling, I feel my woman on top of me, cradled on my chest. I run my hand up and down her back under her tiny top. She sighs and snuggles a little more into me. “I need a lifetime of this,” I whisper and drop my head back against the pillow and close my eyes.

The buzzer rings, disrupting my perfect moment with her. Gwendolyn groans as I slide from under her. The buzzer goes off again and I want to kill someone.

I walk into the hallway and press the call button. “What’s going on?”

“Sir, your delivery is here.” I look at the clock on the wall and see it’s almost eight. I’m running late for work, but I wouldn’t trade those stolen moments with her.

“Send them up,” I bark, I rush back into the bedroom and begin to dress for work. Sleeping beauty starts to roll, looking sexy as fuck. I’ve got to remember to keep my hands to myself. My hands itch to touch Gwendolyn, stroke her, pluck her nipples, and to taste that mouth of hers, but as she reminded me for the umpteenth time, we have a contract. I wish I never created it, but then again, she wouldn’t have slept in my arms last night or the night before.



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