Raw and Ready (Forbidden Fantasies #39) Read Online S.E. Law

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Forbidden Fantasies Series by S.E. Law
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Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 124(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
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Of course, I’m secretly grateful for Hunter’s taciturn ways, but my pal’s already moving on. She leans forward, her brown eyes bright.

“Besides, I didn’t get a chance to tell you about the rest of my date last night. Mack and I didn’t just do it in the back, you know,” she says naughtily. “I let Mack use all of my holes,” she winks. “And he knew exactly what he was doing.”

I smile to keep my jaw from dropping. Not because Chrissy likes to get filthy in the sack because of course, we’re dirty girls who enjoy indulging in the pleasures of the flesh. Instead, I’m reeling from the fact that we had similar nights, getting all three of our holes plugged during sexual liaisons with handsome men. Of course, mine was far more taboo, seeing that my rendezvous was with a much-older man who also happens to be my pal’s father. But still, the night of debauchery was just what I craved, and now, I hope that Hunter calls soon. After all, my body’s aching for him, and I desperately want more from the gorgeous man.

7

Dani

Pulling up to Ragnarok Chocolate, I stop for a moment to marvel at the huge building. Ragnarok looks like a factory out of the 1920’s, set in a massive brick warehouse complete with large rolling steel doors for truck deliveries, as well as a huge parking lot outside. At the main entrance is wooden door with a steel cage-like gate over it, but they’ve left everything open so as to be inviting. In fact, above the entrance a large gray sign hangs with bold white letters that read, “Ragnarok Chocolate: Est. 1926” in old-timey lettering.

I jump out of the car and slam the door, humming to myself. I still can’t believe this is real because Hunter’s invited me to a tour of the chocolate factory today.

“Chocolate? Really?” I teased.

“Yes, baby,” he growled. “Everyone likes sweets, right?”

“I do,” I confessed with a smile. “Just let me know when and where.”

Now, it’s the big day and as I stroll up to the front door, who but the gorgeous Dr. Lindstrom is waiting for me. He raises his hand in a greeting, and my heart jumps into my throat from a mix of excitement and anticipation. Is this what falling in love feels like?

Well, it’s certainly lust at least. My man is tall and imposing even in casual wear. He’s got a gray t-shirt on that emphasizes that massive chest, and worn jeans that hang from his hips just so. Unbidden, my eyes roam over his crotch and sure enough, it twitches under the heavy fabric, as if sensing my presence.

“Hi, sweetheart,” he growls, leaning forward to give me a kiss. His lips are like honey and I sigh blissfully while nestling into his chest.

“Hi yourself,” I greet playfully. “How are you?”

He shoots a heart-stopping smile my way.

“Better, now that you’re here. Now come on, sweetheart. What do you say we go inside and try our hand at chocolate-making?”

I giggle. “Sure, that sounds like fun.”

The inside of the factory is warm and friendly, even if it’s huge. There’s a brick accent wall and old-fashioned Edison light bulbs, but otherwise it reminds me a bit of Willy Wonka’s chocolate factory with enormous silver vats and bubbling rivers of molten chocolate. A heavenly scent rises in the air and I sniff appreciatively.

“Oh wow, this is going to be fun,” I murmur. Hunter grins and squeezes my hand.

“Yeah, definitely.”

Then we stop at a desk by the entrance where a friendly woman smiles.

“Hunter Lindstrom and Dani Hartford, here for a class,” my man states matter of factly. The woman nods.

“Oh yes, Dr. Lindstrom and Ms. Hartford. We’re so glad to have you in today. Everything’s already set up, if you’ll just follow me.”

I glance at Hunter and he smiles.

“I thought we were here for a tour, not a class,” I whisper. My man smiles and shrugs.

“I decided to go all-out, honey, and booked a private chocolate-making class for the two of us. No biggie.”

I almost trip over my own feet staring at Hunter with wide eyes, but he catches me and keeps me from falling.

“Really?” I whisper again. “But it must have been expensive.”

The handsome physician merely leans forward to press a kiss to my temple as we walk.

“You’re worth it, baby, and I want to spoil you a little. Now come on, this is going to be fun.”

Just like that, butterflies dance in my belly and my heart is trying out for the Olympic gymnastics team again. This man could absolutely ruin me with nothing more than his words, and it’s both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time.

We follow the receptionist into a room that reminds me a lot of my high school science class with waist-high stainless steel tables and stools facing a white board at the front. Each table is set up with beakers, tubes, and a whole lot of scary-looking instruments. But an older man with graying hair and a kind smile greets us, pushing heavy-rimmed glasses up his nose.



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