My Best Friend’s Wish (Work Husband #2) Read Online Blue Saffire

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Mafia Tags Authors: Series: Work Husband Series by Blue Saffire
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Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 97371 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
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Medium-sized breasts and an ass that won’t quit. Her long legs are shapely and speak of the workouts she’s religious to.

I’ve wanted to fuck Carleen since we were sixteen and Dante soaked her with a water gun. The pink bikini she revealed in our pool house that day when she took her white T-shirt off had me so hard, I took off for the house to get my shit under control.

That was the first of many times I rubbed one out to thoughts of her and her sexy, deep-brown skin. I knew I was in love with her when someone else asked her to prom senior year.

I broke his arm after she said yes, his ass had the right mind to tell her he wasn’t going after. She cried in my arms because she didn’t think anyone else would ask her. Not because of me—she had no idea what I had done—but because she was never treated like the other girls. Being darker, Carleen felt like she wasn’t as desirable as all the others. I call bullshit.

She was the prettiest girl in our school. The only reason I hadn’t asked her was because I knew I couldn’t have her, and it was wrong to get our hopes up, no matter how much I wanted her. However, in the end, to dry her tears I did take her.

“Yeah, well, we can finally be roommates. It will be fun.”

She looks up at me with a small smile.

“Do you still walk around naked?”

I grin. “I have that robe you bought me for Christmas.”

“Ha!”

“I could ask you the same thing. I’ve heard Toni complaining about you in your panties and bra all the time.”

“Yeah, but Dario. You’ve never walked in on me butt-ass naked in the middle of the day.”

“To be fair, I thought I had more time. You were an hour early.”

“Ugh, I haven’t used my key to your place since.”

I laugh. “What? I didn’t give you a good show?”

I swear, I see lust fill her eyes. I release her and take a step back. The last thing I need is to add to the complications in my life.

I have never dated a Black woman, not because I’m not attracted to them. I actually love looking at them, but Carleen is the only one I want. I’d rather date the total opposite of her if I can’t have her.

For me, it’s understood no woman will ever measure up to her. How could they? In another life, I would have married this woman years ago. She’s everything I want.

“Whatever, Dario. I better not see your ass cheeks or anything else.”

“I make no promises.” I wink and clap my hands. “Okay, let’s eat and then you can tell me where you need me.”

Carleen

I never should have mentioned seeing him naked. I will never in my life forget that day. I almost slipped in my own drool. Dario is hung like a motherfucker and then he has the nerve to have an upturned bend in it.

It’s almost a shame he’s not into Black women. All I want is one experience, just one. My pussy pulses from the memory of the delicious sight.

The view is just as nice from the back as it is from the front. Dario has a nice, tight, hard-looking ass. Who am I kidding? The Di Lorenzo men were bathed in beauty and dipped in sin. I envy any woman who gets to spend a night in one of their beds.

“What are you thinking about?” Dario asks as he dips his grilled cheese into his tomato and basil soup. It’s from one of our favorite spots.

“I’m working out a new recipe,” I lie.

“Oh really? For what?”

“It’s a pasta dish. I’m thinking citrus and seafood.”

“Mm, sounds good. You go with herbs, that’s going to be nice. Maybe you can make it for me before I leave. I’ll help you tweak it. Are you thinking of adding it at the restaurant?”

I blush. I’ve never added one of my main courses to the menu. I’m terrified to. Dario is a master in the kitchen. I don’t even think he would be in business with me if we weren’t best friends.

I still have so much to learn. I work hard to improve, but I don’t think I’m there yet.

He points his half-eaten sandwich at me. “Marone. I can see your thoughts. Before you start that bullshit. You’re one of the best chefs I’ve ever worked with.

“You’re a natural, the speed you learn at is crazy. Your flavor profiles are amazing, and your knife skills are unmatched. It wasn’t my cook that got us that James Beer award—I wasn’t in the kitchen, you were a major part in the acquisition of our three Michelin stars.

“We’ve kept them because of you. You’re on that cookbook cover right along with me. A million copies sold. You’re a part of that.”



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