Pregnant and Sinful (Forbidden Fantasies #63) Read Online S.E. Law

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Forbidden, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Forbidden Fantasies Series by S.E. Law
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Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26677 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
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“Okay. I’ll move in tonight and we can talk more then, Mr. Richards,” she murmurs before standing up and extending a hand for me to shake. “It’s been a pleasure.”

I take her small fist in mine, where it’s immediately swallowed by my enormous paw. But instead of shaking, I lift her wrist to my lips and press my mouth to the pulse there, which to my satisfaction, is fluttering like the wings of a butterfly.

“Until then,” I drawl. “I look forward to seeing you at dinner, Chelsea.” With that, the beautiful brunette quickly turns and makes her way out of the office, but not before I’ve sensed her quick, indrawn breath, and seen those hard nipples jutting against the fabric of her dress. I watch her hips sway as she leaves, and after the door shuts, settle myself back in the chair before letting out a low growl of satisfaction.

After all, things worked out. Within hours, I’ll have free use of the ripe woman’s body, and the idea makes me throb in the confines of my pants. Chelsea’s remarkable, from her angelic features, stubborn sass, and keen intellect. That was a surprise, but it only makes me more intrigued because I wasn’t expecting a brain in addition to that fertile body.

With a grin, I stride to the door to make sure it’s locked before sitting down at my desk chair once again. Then, I slip the zipper to my trousers down before reaching for a tube of lube in the topmost corner of my desk. The beautiful Chelsea Lee’s delicate features swim before my eyes as I begin to fantasize. After all, soon I’ll be teaching the sweet girl the ins and outs of how to please a man.

4

CHELSEA

My heart races in my chest as I make my way to the formal dining room in the big house. Am I dressed right? Am I dressed wrong? Is this whole thing a huge mistake that I’ll regret for the rest of my life?

But the fact is that I don’t really have a choice. Other than going back to my old life as a call girl, I’m not sure what else I can do. Of course, I could use my earnings as an escort to pay for a one-bedroom share for me and my mom. But I don’t want spend down my nest egg because it’s not that big, and because I have a baby to think of now. Formula and diapers really are expensive, and it adds up too. Without an income, I have to watch how I spend my pennies, and agreeing to Mr. Richards’ terms was the best path forward.

At least you’re getting paid five figures for your time, the voice in my head whispers. That makes it more okay, right? I bite my lip because it’s true. Now that I’m basically making a six-figure annual salary, I’m willing to tolerate a lot. Not forever, obviously, but for now, this is fine. Plus, God knows that Mason Richards is attractive. It’s almost like the man exudes sex, with those dark good looks and towering frame. Not to mention the casual male charisma and lingering eyes of a predator. I was getting all steamed up and practically creaming my panties this afternoon, even if all we did was talk.

But now, I need to keep my wits about me. As I approach the dining room, a liveried staff member bows and opens the door. Goodness, this is formal, but I manage to glide in like a fancy lady.

However, once inside, I skid to a halt because the dining room, just like the rest of the mansion, is fabulous. It’s a giant wood-paneled room with golden sconces on the walls, and a fireplace against the back. A giant table sits front and center, its oaken top polished to a loving sheen. The thing is big enough to seat twenty, but there are only two place settings at one end of it.

“There you are,” Mason growls, getting up as a I walk over. He presses a kiss to my cheek. “You look lovely, Chelsea.”

“Thank you,” I murmur, my navy cocktail dress suddenly feeling a little tight. Meanwhile, my host looks absolutely gorgeous himself, and a shiver of awareness travels down my spine as I peek at him from the corner of my eye. He’s dressed in a dark suit that emphasizes those broad shoulders, with a crisp white button down beneath. Long legs are encased in black slacks, but it’s the look on his face that gets me hot. Those blue eyes are knowing, even as his sensual mouth quirks up in a smile.

“Cat got your tongue?”

I blush and stammer a bit.

“Oh no, it’s just this room,” I say hurriedly, taking a seat by the head of the table. “This is a huge place for just the two of us to eat dinner.”



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