The Scandal (Single in Seattle #2) Read Online Kristen Proby

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Contemporary, Insta-Love, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Single in Seattle Series by Kristen Proby
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Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 66323 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
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“Am I?”

“Yep.”

“This Christmas? Like, in a couple of weeks?”

“That’s the one.”

“I see you take keeping me on my toes seriously.”

“I think it’s going to be a life-long ambition.”

Epilogue

Stella

Two Weeks Later

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“I probably shouldn’t be going to Iceland for Christmas,” I call out as I shove my toiletries into my bag.

“Why the hell not?” Gray calls back from the kitchen. He’s cleaning out the fridge one more time before we go.

I love living here with him. I officially moved in last week, and it’s the best. He’s thoughtful and helpful, and I’m so damn in love with him that it might be a little disgusting.

“Because Danny and I just opened a business, and I’m abandoning him,” I say and double-check that I’ve packed all the shoes I might want.

“The business is thriving, and they can manage without you for a little while,” he assures me. I hear the fridge close, but then he answers his phone.

“Hey, Mom. Yeah, we’re just about ready to go. Stella’s still packing.”

I roll my eyes. Yeah, I know we’re late, but I don’t want to forget anything.

“I love you, too. I’ll FaceTime you guys on Christmas. Yep, that’s all taken care of. Okay. Talk to you soon. Bye.”

“How’s she feeling?” I ask as I roll my heavy suitcase out of the bedroom.

“So much better,” he replies with a smile. “I think they finally have the meds figured out, and she’s healing up nicely. She said to give you a kiss.”

He tips my chin up and plants those lips on mine, making my stomach quiver.

“I bet she didn’t mean to kiss me like that.”

He just smirks as I look around the condo.

“I think I have everything,” I say, double-checking that I didn’t forget anything important.

“I’m quite sure there are stores in Iceland,” Gray says as he casually leans on the kitchen counter, waiting patiently. “If you forget something, we can buy it. It’s allowed.”

“Haha,” I reply and set my big suitcase by the front door. “Will we need to be here if anything significant happens with the lawsuit?”

“It won’t,” he says with certainty. “It’s the holidays, sweetheart. Nothing’s going to happen until after the first of the year. So you can just relax and enjoy your vacation. In fact, that’s an order.”

I lift an eyebrow. “You’re not the boss of me.”

Gray just laughs and then stares at my suitcases by the door.

“Jesus, Stella, we’re only going for two weeks. Not two years.”

“It’s winter in Iceland,” I remind him. “Sweaters and jeans take up a lot of space. Trust me, if we were going somewhere warm, I could get all my bikinis in a carry-on.”

“Oh, I’m looking forward to summer,” he says as a slow smile spreads over his lips.

I bat my eyelashes at him and then sigh. “Okay, I think I’m ready. Luke chartered a massive jet for us all, so I’m wearing this comfy maxi skirt and slippers on the plane. It’s a long flight from Seattle to Iceland.”

“You look comfortable and gorgeous,” Gray says as he grabs his smaller suitcase—how does he get everything into that little thing?—and pulls mine behind him, as well, as we head to the elevator.

Once we’re inside and it starts to move, Gray reaches over to the control panel and pushes a button, making us stop.

“Did you forget something?” I ask him.

“No.” He pins me to the corner of the car, lifts me, and pulls my skirt up with his fingers. His lips are hot on my neck, and I’m immediately wet and ready for him. “I’ve wanted to do this forever.”

“And we’re doing it now?”

But I don’t object when he frees himself and pushes into me, fucking me in long, rhythmic strokes.

“I can’t fucking resist you,” he growls next to my ear. “I’m going to do this to you, in many ways, in many places, for the rest of my goddamn life.”

My heart skips at the promise. He hasn’t proposed yet, but over the past few weeks, we’ve managed to merge our lives as if it were always supposed to be that way.

“I can’t wait,” I manage to say as I squeeze around him, and the orgasm works through me. “Oh, my God.”

“Fuck, Stella,” he groans and succumbs to his release. When he sets me on my feet and tucks himself away, he pushes a button, and the elevator resumes.

“I hope there aren’t any cameras in here.”

He just grins and winks at me.

“Gray, are there cameras in here?”

“No.” He brushes his thumb over my lower lip. “I wouldn’t do that. But the thought of it was kind of thrilling for a second, wasn’t it?”

“Hmm.” My lips twitch into a smile. “I think we’re going to have a lot of fun together.”

“Oh, you can bet on it.”

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