Mr. Important (Honeybridge #2) Read Online Lucy Lennox

Categories Genre: Billionaire, Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance Tags Authors: Series: Honeybridge Series by Lucy Lennox
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Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 127991 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 640(@200wpm)___ 512(@250wpm)___ 427(@300wpm)
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When he turned me around again so his mouth could begin a trail of hungry kisses down the center of my back, I sucked in a breath and reached for my cock.

He quickly grabbed my wrist and pulled it away before holding it hostage against the small of my back. “Mine,” he murmured, biting my shoulder. I squeezed my eyes closed and tilted my head back against him with a groan. His fingers came up to clasp the front of my throat before his lips moved behind my ear, licking and sucking.

It was both too much and not enough. I shook off his grip and reached back with both hands to grasp the back of his head, needing to anchor myself. Needing to remind myself he was mine forever. So when I reached down to pull his face up to me and felt the edge of his mask biting into my wrist, I yanked it off and sent it sailing across the room along with my own before tugging his face closer and slamming my mouth on his.

The kiss was like a flash-bang. It shocked and disoriented me the way kissing Thatcher always seemed to. His lips were warm and soft, but his response to my kiss was aggressive and all-consuming. He clasped the sides of my head and held me in place, caught between the door and the firm press of his lips until even the very air I breathed seemed to come only from him.

It was always like this. The best kiss in a lifetime of kisses. The reality of being with him was better than any daydream I’d ever had.

By the time he moved one hand down to brush my desperate cock through my pants, I was so dizzy and starved for more that an embarrassingly high-pitched “Please” escaped me.

“I’ve got you, baby,” he growled, pressing his forehead against my neck.

I opened my eyes and tilted my head back against the door, suddenly needing to see him. Needing to know this was really happening. Needing to know he was as lust-drowned and wrecked as I was.

When a pair of warm, brown eyes met mine, I sucked in a breath.

I knew those eyes.

I knew that beautiful face. The one I woke up to every morning and fell asleep next to every night.

Thatcher Pennington.

My father’s friend.

The CEO of the Pennington Industries.

My boss.

My husband.

The absolute love of my life.

And my Mr. Important.


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