My Cookie (A Dirty Boss Romance #2) Read Online C.M. Steele

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Insta-Love, Romance, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: A Dirty Boss Romance Series by C.M. Steele
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Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
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“Not yet, but I’m close.”

“What did I tell you about taking orders?”

“You didn’t tell me to come, Mr. Beaumont.”

I reach around and pinch her hard nipples and then grip her face. “I think you like being a very bad employee,” I growl against her throat.

“I want to be good,” she moans, clenching her walls around my length. It feels too damn good, but the sight of her getting worked up is even better.

“What can I do to make you a better employee?”

“You can kiss me.”

“Yes, I can.” I tilt her head and crush my mouth to hers, sliding my tongue inside, twisting and playing around with hers and then I pull my lips away and suck on her throat and back to her mouth.

“I’m coming.”

“Good because I’m coming too.” I unload as she does, coming deep inside her, spraying her walls and filling her with my seed, hoping it takes root because I’m serious about the babies. The rest is dirty talk, but the baby talk is real. She’s mine, and I want our family to begin.

We fall onto the sofa and I spoon her little body, cradling her close with my dick still inside. “Are you ready to move this to the bed?”

“When you are,” she mumbles sleepily.

I carry her to the bedroom and then take a shower. As much as I’m still turned on and ready to go, I tore apart her business and wore her out. When she’s ready, I’ll take her again as promised.

In the middle of the night, I wake to her mouth on my cock. “Hey, baby, what are you doing?”

“Just following orders.”

“Well, don’t let me stop you,” I grunt.

One hell of a wake-up call.

Who needs sleep anyway?

Chapter Seven

Marilyn

Julien’s driver, John, dropped off a fresh set of clothes for him in the morning and then waited for us as we prepared for the day. It’s fall in Chicago, so it’s a bit of a mixed bag of weather. One day it’s eighty, and then the next day it’s forty degrees. Right now, it’s a cool fifty-two and breezy so I need a hat and light jacket. When I dig them out of my front closet, I get a growl from Julien. “What? You don’t like them?”

“Could you look sexier? It’s as if you were meant to sell the outerwear. Come now before I strip you bare and fuck you again.”

“You keep that thing in check.” I point straight to that massive cock that’s barely hidden by his coat. He smirks, stalking closer, like a wicked villain with dirty intent. “You must behave, Mr. Beaumont. You are my boss and need to keep your hands to yourself.”

“I just want one kiss,” he says so innocently.

“Just one.” I lift my index finger, and he nods in agreement.

“Okay,” I surrender. His hands slide around me, and I melt into his arms as his mouth lands on me. Three minutes later, he pulls back from the most intense and passionate kiss. I shake myself out of the dazed state he put me in. “I should have known better.”

“Come. We’re going to be late.” He takes my hand and rushes us out of the apartment as if I’m the reason we’re behind. I just giggle and deal with his level of intensity.

We pull up to the bakery early in the morning to start going over the plans for the wedding in Paris and handle the daily baked goods for the bakery itself. I’m so excited to be a part of it. I find Julien staring at me as the vehicle comes to a stop. “What?” I ask.

“Nothing. You’re just so damn beautiful when you’re happy.”

I can’t hide the blush on my face or the clenching of my thighs at his praise. “Thank you. I’m excited to get started.”

“That’s good, because I can’t wait for everyone to get a taste of your baked treats.” He assists me out of the vehicle and then holds the door open to the bakery. Once inside, I breathe in the delicious smells permeating the air, tasting them on my tongue.

“Mr. Beaumont, Ms. Shaw, good Morning.” She’s a petite blonde who’s absolutely breathtakingly beautiful.

“Good morning, Sara. We’re heading into the kitchen to start baking. Has Myla arrived already?” Although she could be another man for as much attention Julien showed her.

“Yes, she arrived ten minutes ago,” she says with a bright smile.

“Fantastic. And Oliver?” There goes the sunshine in her face.

“Sir, he called in.” She appears nervous after admitting that.

“Did he say why?” Julien bites.

“Only that he wasn’t feeling well.” Something isn’t adding up, and Julien has a weird expression on his face like he’s not quite sure what to make of it.

The second we step into the back, I ask, “Are you okay?”

“Yes. I’m fine. I need to make a call after we get settled.” He kisses my cheek, and I smile.



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