Resisting Mr. Granville – Blurred Lines Read Online Sam Mariano

Categories Genre: Dark, Forbidden, Romance, Taboo, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 140184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 701(@200wpm)___ 561(@250wpm)___ 467(@300wpm)
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“Milo, this place is amazing,” I say, marveling as I walk over and brush my hand across the bedding. Feels soft. I need to check out the bed, too, so I dive on.

I smile, pressing my cheek against the sheets and sinking into the pillowy softness. “Yep. We can just live here now. We never have to leave.”

“I’m inclined to agree,” Milo murmurs, abandoning his suitcase and climbing on the bed behind me.

My body warms with anticipation. I don’t know if he’ll touch me and kiss me, or curl up beside me and cuddle me. Maybe now that we’re here, all bets are off, and he doesn’t want to spend another minute not being inside me.

Shivers dance up my spine as his strong hands settle on the bare backs of my thighs. He slides his hands upward, pushing up the material of my sundress and palming my ass through the scant fabric of my panties.

My eyes close as his strong hands knead my flesh. Need pools between my thighs as the massage continues, his confident, possessive grip turning my blood to liquid heat.

He knows exactly what he’s doing to me.

When he has me throbbing with need, hoping and praying he’ll push his hand beneath my panties and touch me where I need it most, he leans down and presses his perfect lips against my skin. I gasp softly when he makes contact at the small of my back, the ache inside me worsening as he kisses lower, kissing his way down my ass and slowly pulling my thighs apart.

Oh, God.

I spread my thighs wider, craving his touch, his mouth, his cock—anything. I just need him. I’ll take whatever he gives me.

“Milo,” I moan, utterly miserable with pleasurable tension.

“You like that, pretty girl?” he rumbles, lightly dragging his fingers across the damp crotch of my panties.

“Yes,” I breathe.

“Yeah, you do,” he murmurs with satisfaction. “You want more, don’t you?”

Yes.

His tongue darts out and he trails it along the outside of my pussy, teasing me as he slowly pulls the material aside.

Oh, God, yes, please.

His tongue teases my slit and I cry out, nearly coming apart right there.

I want him to eat me so bad, but the dastardly man kisses my pussy deeply like it’s my mouth, then pulls back and gives me a light smack on the ass.

“Then you’ll want it even more when we come to bed later.”

“No,” I groan, rolling over and looking up at him. If I could reach him, I’d yank him on top of me and pull his shirt off. I’d grab his cock and make him want me too much to stop…

Then again, that’s never worked before.

Damn the man and his steely control.

I pout at him, but he’s not even slightly sympathetic.

Smirking at my lustful misery, he says, “Now, get your pretty little ass in the bathroom and change into a bikini so we can hit the beach.”

“Why are you like this?” I complain, dragging myself off the bed, my body a jumbled mess of want and need.

Since Milo is being an evil tease, I grab my carry-on and head for the bathroom to change. I toss a dramatic pout over my shoulder just in case I can convince him to change his mind, but he just leans against the wall and smirks, his eyes roving over my body as he watches me disappear inside the bathroom.

I was paranoid about our luggage getting lost, so I made sure to pack a sundress, a cute pair of sandals, and a blue bikini with a matching sarong in my carryon bag. The sundress is wrinkled now, so I pull it out and hang it over a towel rack. I know Milo said this suite would have a washer and dryer in case we needed to do laundry while we were here. I’ll have to pop it in the dryer for a few minutes.

It’s snowing back home, so I’m especially excited to wear all the beachy outfits Milo bought me for our trip. I have three different bathing suits, countless crop tops and shorts, and more sundresses than I could wear if I changed into a different one every day we were here.

I wanted to be prepared, though. This is our first vacation as a couple, and I want to look cute for him.

Since we’re hitting the beach and the bar on the way to the beach, I put on the bikini Milo liked best to torture him a little since he teased me like that on the bed, then I tie the sarong around my hips so I have a little coverage. I bought a ridiculous sunhat, so I don that and a pair of huge sunglasses before I’m ready to leave.

Milo changed out of his travel clothes and into a pair of black swim trunks and an airy blue button-down shirt. His hot gaze rakes over me with approval when I emerge from the bathroom in my beach clothes.



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