Sharing Her Curves (Forbidden Fantasies #76) Read Online S.E. Law

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Forbidden, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Forbidden Fantasies Series by S.E. Law

Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24495 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)

Clara: I admit, I’ve come a long way. I used to be so repressed and boring, but then I got a job as a stewardess and joined the Mile High Club. Yes, I let multiple men enjoy my curves, and now, I’m pregnant with a baby with no idea who the father is.
Fortunately, my ex-stepdad allows me to move in with him. Carl’s rich, generous, and godawful handsome too. He’s got piercing blue eyes, not to mention the powerful physique of a gladiator with a muscled chest, thick thighs, and an immense tool that makes my mouth water.
But what Carl doesn’t know won’t kill him because I’ve been seeing another man on the side …
Who also happens to be his boss!
It happened by accident, I swear. I’m temping at Herald Enterprises, and once John Herald saw my pregnant form, he invited me into his office for a “chat.” Soon, I was bent over his desk as the handsome CEO taught me *exactly* how to keep the boss happy.
But will our love last if Carl and John don’t get along? After all, there’s enough of me to go around, but what if they don’t see it that way? I’ll have to teach the alpha males a lesson … which includes learning to SHARE.

This book is a follow-up to Tempting The Hijacker. In this story, we meet Sydney’s pal Clara, who quit her job as a schoolteacher to embark on a new career as a flight attendant. But her naughty ways get her in trouble, and not only that, but the best has yet to come! After all, Carl and John are two alpha males who both crave Clara, but will the two men agree to share the sassy brunette? Read and find out! No cheating, no cliffhangers, and always a HEA for my readers.

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“Thank you for letting me stay with you again,” I murmur while washing the dishes. “I really appreciate it, Carl.”

The man of the house merely nods.

“No, it’s fine sweetheart,” he rasps. “I’m glad I could be of help. And tell me - how is the new job going?”

I smile shyly at my stepdad because Carl’s been a rock to lean on lately. After falling unexpectedly pregnant, I didn’t have a place to go. I’d been working as a flight attendant for a year or so and the fact is that I was working so much that I gave up my apartment. Between shifts, I was basically staying with other flight attendants or sometimes just getting a cheap AirBnB in whatever city I happened to be stationed in. It was always temporary, and honestly, I was saving on rent.

But all that changed after I got pregnant because now I need a stable place to raise my child, but the fact is that I don’t know who the father of my baby is. Of course, I haven’t admitted this to many people, but I actually went a little wild working as a flight attendant. I was sleeping with multiple men in first-class, not to mention some of the pilots during our days off. It was incredibly sensual, not to mention exciting, but now I’m pregnant and I have no idea who the babydaddy is.

I haven’t told my stepfather though. I just gave Carl a spiel about how a boy I hooked up with took off after he found out about the pregnancy, and my stepfather has been sympathetic. He offered me a place to crash, and as a result, I’m growing bigger every day under his watchful eye.

But Carl’s really gone the extra mile because not only am I living at his house, but he also managed to wrangle a job for me where he works, Herald Enterprises. It’s just a temp job but I don’t mind. I’m not so far along with my pregnancy yet, and I quite like my co-workers. Of course, we’re just doing admin work but it’s fine. I’m happy to be productive, and I plan on temping as long as I’m physically able to.

But yes, Carl and I have settled into a comfortable routine. We get home from Herald at around the same time every day, and I whip us up a nice dinner. It’s usually very simple because I’m hardly a gourmet chef, but Carl seems to appreciate it. He loves my spaghetti and meatballs, not to mention my special recipe for eggplant parmesan, and even goes out of his way to buy the ingredients that I need during our weekend shopping trips. As a result, we’re very comfortable together, and I’m really enjoying our time together as my pregnancy progresses.

But things aren’t overly comfortable because Carl’s gorgeous, and although I’m ashamed to admit it, I’m kind of attracted to my stepfather. Okay, a little. Okay, I admit it. I’m really attracted to him. After all, he’s tall and handsome, with night-black hair, piercing blue eyes, and the body of a gladiator. I don’t know how he does it, but Carl gets up at six every morning and works out like a fiend in his basement gym. Me on the other hand? I snooze until the last possible moment, rousing myself only for a hurried shower before we carpool to Herald Enterprises together.

But what this means is that my stepfather is insanely fit with the physique of a gladiator, and I can’t help but stare at him sometimes when I think he doesn’t notice. His shoulders are incredibly broad, and that chest wide and covered with heavy slabs of pure muscle. His arms are thick, and those long, powerful legs look like they could pull an ox cart. Not only that, but I’ve seen his cock by accident before, and this is no average-sized tool. No, when he was getting out of the Jacuzzi the other day, the fabric of his swim trunks basically outlined that massive shaft, and it was so huge that my mouth went dry. I could see how the anaconda wrapped around his waist, it was so enormous, and I squirmed hotly in my seat at the window, pressing my thighs together as need pooled in my lower stomach.

But this is so wrong because Carl used to be married to my mom. He and Vivian got married after I’d already left for school, so I’ve actually never really observed them together as a married couple. But in a horrific tragedy, Vivian was in a car accident a couple years ago, and she passed away after a short stay in intensive care. Then, it was only me and Carl, and we drifted apart a bit. I took a job as a flight attendant, traveling the world, while he stayed here in Allentown. Of course, we’d talk every now and then, but never about anything important. We didn’t even get together for holidays because flight attendants get extra pay when we work holidays, and as a result I was often gone for Thanksgiving and Christmas.