Turn Me On (The Boyfriend Zone #2) Read Online Lauren Blakely

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Forbidden, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Boyfriend Zone Series by Lauren Blakely
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Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 85838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 429(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
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Now, I say goodbye and I walk away.

EPILOGUE

BRIGHT IDEAS

Zane

Four months later

Five more minutes. It’s a lifetime. I’m wearing a tread in the floor of the airport. “C’mon, Maddox,” I mutter.

I stare at the time again. Then the arrivals sign above the turnstiles. Then his last text.

Just got off the plane. Keep your cock in your pants.

Then mine. It’s already out. We’re both excited to see you.

Another one lands. Behave.

Peering around security, hunting for his gorgeous face but not finding him, I reply. That’s impossible. Prepare to be ambushed.

My phone pings. Almost there. I can see you. Damn, you did miss me.

I look up from my phone, and I grin. There he is. A bag slung over his shoulder. A wicked grin on his face. Eyes only for me. I’m so jazzed to see him. I’ve got something on my mind, and I can’t wait to share it with him.

But first, I need a reunion kiss.

My man strides past security and right into my welcoming arms.

I haul him in for a big embrace. “You were in New York forever,” I say, since that’s how long his three-day trip felt. Then I plunder his mouth. “Mmm,” I murmur as I kiss him deeply.

When I break it, I glance down at my growing erection. “Oops, I’m indecent.”

“You always are,” Maddox says, then I take his hand, and we exit the San Francisco airport together.

Once we’re on the road, heading back to my place, I pepper him with questions. “How were your meetings?”

“Great,” he says, enthused. “I had dinner with Adriana and played pool with her. She loves working with you.”

Adriana finalized a deal for me to do some spots for a podcast network, hawking some of my favorite comedians. “She’s almost as good as you,” I say.

“And Crosby’s new partnership is kicking into high gear. Plus, I spent some time with Tanner. He’s got a good head on his shoulders.”

“He sure does. That dude is passionate,” I say. “I’m glad you got him.”

“Me too,” Maddox says.

My boyfriend is a badass agent running his solo shop. He brought over Carter from the Renegades, along with Drew Adams from the Mercenaries, and Crosby Cash from the Cougars. And he signed a couple of hockey players, a tennis star, Trace from the Devils, Tanner from the Comets, and Sutton from the Storm Chasers.

Among others.

I’m so stinking proud of him. He works tirelessly. But he plays just as hard too. When we get to my home in Hayes Valley, he makes a show of sending out one of his famous text messages, letting the crew know he’s unavailable.

He never says why.

No one asks.

But we’re not shy in public. I make my affections for him known, loud and clear. And I suppose the caveman in me secretly hopes all his clients assume when he’s unavailable that he’s getting it good from the man he loves.

Once inside my place, I grab him, manhandle him against the wall, then growl, “Gonna have my way with you tonight.”

“Like you always do.”

Fifteen minutes later, I’m balls deep in my boyfriend, while he’s bent over the kitchen counter, his belt tying his hands together. I grip his ass, snap my hips, and take him hard.

“Fucking missed you,” I mutter.

“Missed you too,” he groans.

“Can’t stand being apart from you,” I say on a punishing thrust.

“I hate it too,” he mutters on a guttural groan.

I cover his body with mine, bite his neck, and pound him. “Then move in with me,” I blurt out.

And…I didn’t mean to say that during sex. But maybe it’s fitting.

He’s quiet, just grunting as I nail him. “Mad, say something,” I say, a little worried.

“You mean it?” he asks, then his voice turns into a long, low groan. “Fuck, I need to come.”

That gives me an idea. I grip his cock hard, staving off his release.

Then, I untie his hands, ease out, and spin him around. I lift him up on the edge of the counter and fill him once more.

I drive into him, jerk him till he’s coming all over his abs. Pleasure coils inside me, and I’m this close, so I pull out, jerk hard two, three times, then finish on him too, my whole body shaking.

We’re both panting, gasping for breath, and a mess and a half. But I ask again, “Can you move to San Francisco? The food here is just as good as the food in LA, and as for the people in the neighborhood?” I gesture to my chest. “It’s safe to say they’re coming ahead.”

He groans, and I laugh, then turn serious.

“You’re always traveling anyway. If you’re here, we can see each other more?” My voice pitches upward with hope.

Please say yes.

He smiles like he’s up to something. “Zane, I was going to ask you the same question this weekend—whether you wanted me to move in with you.”



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