Weekend of Sin (Forbidden Fantasies #55) Read Online S.E. Law

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Erotic, Mafia, Romance, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: Forbidden Fantasies Series by S.E. Law
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Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23316 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
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Then she turns at the final moment and blows one last air kiss to me over her shoulder.

“Don’t be too long, Mr. Crenshaw,” she calls. “I’ll be applying that lube where it feels best while you finish up out here.” She disappears into the cabin then, and I look down at myself. Fuck, I’ve got a woody the size of a missile and I chuckle at the clever wordplay. It looks like Janelle won this round, but then I grin. My revenge will come once I’m back indoors, and then, the curvy girl’s getting it hard and thorough until she screams.

9

Janelle

I let out a blissful sigh as I bite my lip and lean against the counter, staring out the window at Kurt as he continues chopping wood. God, he’s gorgeous. His back and torso are thick with muscle and my fingers itch to run over those hard swells. Plus, his skin is bronzed, and as I watch, a trickle of sweat runs down the center of his back. I’m tempted to go out there again right now to lick that up before getting on my knees and licking anything else he’d like.

OMG, what am I thinking? I’m such a dirty girl, but my urges are so real too. On the one hand, I’d like Kurt to hurry up and finish up so that he can come back inside, and we can get down to business for real, bear skin rug or not. On the other hand, I hope he never runs out of pieces of wood to chop because this man is so sexy that my mouth’s watering just watching him. I can’t believe he’s my friend’s dad, whom I pretty much met by chance.

But it’s fine. We’ve been chatting non-stop, as if to make up for lost time, and it’s so nice to find someone that I’m mentally and physically compatible with. Hell, we’re so compatible that it’s practically spontaneous combustion at this point. We see each other. We make love. And then afterwards, the words begin to flow. But for now, I need to focus on dinner because my man has been laboring, so he’s definitely worked himself up an appetite, and I have just the meal to fill the hole in his belly.

With a smile, I tear my eyes from his hunky form and head back over to the stove to stir a bubbling stew on the stove. It’s a particularly hearty recipe passed down from my grandma, and filled with plenty of vegetables, a bit of macaroni, and lots of beef. He’s going to love it. I hum a bit, stirring absentmindedly while swaying in place to the music in my head. It’s been so nice playing house with Kurt, even if this is going to end in literally twenty-four hours.

At that moment, the door latch snicks and I look up. My man steps inside, looking absolutely gorgeous with his dark hair sweaty, and his chest bare. The clear delineations of his abs make my mouth water, and I stand there like a teenage girl in the presence of her movie star crush for the first time.

“Like what you see?” Kurt grins, tilting his head at me. He knows that I’ve been eating him up with my eyes. Hell, anyone can tell.

I giggle, ignoring his question.

“Shouldn’t you shower before we eat, Mr. Crenshaw? The food will be out in five.”

But Kurt’s not letting the matter drop and winks.

“You sure you don’t want to just lick the sweat off me?”

I place my hands on my hips, pretending to huff with exasperation.

“OMG, don’t tease—” I begin, but then something whizzes past my head as the front windowpane shatters with a loud crack. I stand there, bewildered. What just happened?

But Kurt’s a blur of motion, and suddenly, my man’s tackled me and we’re both on the ground. I yelp in surprise, but the huge man cushions the fall, making sure that I’m on top. Still, the wind was knocked out of my lungs and I can barely breathe.

“Kurt, why did you do that? What the hell is going on?” I demand, trying to sit up. But he grabs me and pulls me low once more, dragging us to hide behind the kitchen island.

“Shh,” he rasps, blue eyes intense. “That wasn’t just anything, Janelle. That was a bullet that came through the window, and you almost got nailed in the head. There’s a shooter out in the yard.”

I gape at him, my heart pounding. A bullet? A gun? Our lives are in danger? What in the world is going on?

10

Kurt

Fuck. I know exactly what just happened and grit my teeth. A bullet just came flying through the window and almost hit Janelle. What the fuck? I wish like hell that it was just a freak accident—maybe someone messing around outside or attempting to take down a squirrel, but I know that’s not the case. It was too close for comfort.



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