The Soldier’s Baby (Forbidden Fantasies #19) Read Online S.E. Law

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Forbidden Fantasies Series by S.E. Law
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Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
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Sliding on my sunglasses, I happily plop down into a lounge chair. I take a generous sip of my drink before laying back. Ahhh, this is the life! What could be better? The sun’s pleasantly warm on my skin and I haven’t a care in the world.

Unfortunately, it doesn’t take long for my mind to wander to Stoney James, and I frown. Ugh. I’ve been delaying responding to his proposition for far too long now.

It’s not what it sounds like. Stoney James is a local photographer. He’s offered me a gig modeling bikinis, which should have me jumping for joy because every girl I know and their mother wants to be a model these days. Also, I’d love being a plus-size model because I could serve as an inspiration to girls everywhere, delivering the message that women of all shapes, colors, and sizes are beautiful and well worth admiring. And the timing couldn’t be better either. I’m going into my last year of high school so I don’t have any big plans or ambitions as of yet.

The only problem with the opportunity is the photographer. Stoney creeps me out. When I was a sophomore in high school, he was in his senior year and had a locker across the hall from me. He would always sit and leer at me and my best friend, Jessie Pepper. It makes sense because Jess a girl of generous assets just like me. She has curly brown hair that flows down her back and eyes that light up like those of a joyous child. She’s a stunning girl, although Stoney’s leering was not appreciated.

After all, Stoney has always been a real dorky kid. He’s tall and lanky with a chronic acne problem and big silver-framed glasses that slide down his nose. He’s never had any self-confidence and since graduation, I understand that he’s tried to re-make himself as a “cool guy” with photography chops. But still, I’m afraid if I take this job he’ll turn into a total lech! Plus, it’ll be so uncomfortable to have him gawking at me if I’m semi-nude.

Just as I reach the final decision to call Stoney and turn down his offer, I hear our next door neighbor’s lawn mower start up. Oh shit. There’s no way I can make a call with this kind of ruckus in the background. But what can I do? Tell him that this isn’t a good time for him to mow his lawn?

Actually though, I’m hoping to meet our new neighbor in person because I’ve caught a few glimpses of him, and he’s a real piece of eye candy. Fortunately, my parents have talked to him a few times, and already managed to get the scoop. Jordan Slate is a veteran of war who just returned from a tour in Afghanistan. He’s in his mid-thirties now, meaning he’s a dedicated military man. What a hero!

Jordan is actually from Los Angeles, but somewhere along the way, he decided to move to Iowa. I get it because I wouldn’t want to live in a crowded, polluted urban area, but from what my parents say, no one in town is really sure why Jordan moved here, as he doesn’t seem to know anyone. Whatever the reason, I’m glad he picked Millbrae of all places to settle in because this guy is hot.

I catch a quick glimpse of the soldier from across the yard. He’s mowing in the other direction, his muscular tattooed back turned towards me. I can just barely see him through the gap in the fence, and I look him up and down openly, thankful that he hasn’t lost his physique after returning to civilian life. As he nears the far edge of the lawn, he presses down on the handle of the lawn mower, lifting the front wheels to turn it back in my direction. Quickly, I lay back down because I can’t help but smile at the idea of tempting my new neighbor. That would be fun, wouldn’t it?

With a naughty giggle, I quickly shuck off my bikini top and toss it aside. As I hear the mower getting closer, I lift my hips up in the air and slide the bottoms down to my ankles as well, kicking them off to the pavement below me. I don’t allow myself to look up, but I know Jordan’s watching. I can practically feel the heat of his gaze across the twenty feet or so separating us.

Giggling again to myself, gently I fondle my breasts, tracing my nipples with my fingertips before slowly sliding my hand between my legs. I’m vibrating at the thought of the soldier watching me and begin to moan softly. Just moments later, the lawnmower stops. I think I hear some rustling near the edge of the yard, but I don’t allow myself to peek. Instead, I decide to give him a show and spread my legs wider as I gently caress myself.



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