Cease Fire (Blackbridge Security #9) Read Online Marie James

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Erotic, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Blackbridge Security Series by Marie James
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Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 88899 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
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“That so?” I swallow. “What are your options?”

He’s been here nearly constantly the last two weekends, and I kind of get a little disheartened at the idea that he may have other plans that don’t include me.

“There’s always work.”

“Yuck,” I say with genuine distaste. I love my job, but my weekends are my own.

“I can stay exactly like this,” he says with a roll of his hips that makes it very clear he could be ready to go again in a matter of minutes.

“I can see the potential there.”

“The farmers’ market is an option.”

“Oh God, I’d kill for some fresh peaches.”

“Yeah?” He pulls back a little, smiling down at me.

“Can you pick some up for me? A lot, so I can make some homemade ice cream with them?”

“Frozen peaches? Don’t you remember what happened when you made that before? I think Anders is still mad at you for the chipped tooth.”

I huff a laugh. “I forgot about that. I’ve perfected the recipe. You have to purée the peaches instead of just using chunks. It avoids dental emergencies.”

The smile on his face right now as the sun starts to rise, casting the room in a sexy, romantic glow, is the most dangerous one I’ve ever seen. It’s the one that makes my head spin with ideas that have no damned business being in my brain.

“It’s decided then,” he says, slowly pulling himself from my body.

I moan at the feel of him, realizing he was already semi-erect again.

“Is option two still on the table?”

He laughs, looking down at the mess between my legs. I’m surprised I’m not embarrassed by his gaze being locked there.

“Do you have any idea how sexy this sight is?” His fingers drift over my clit, earning him a quick buck of my hips. “How fucked up is it that just the thought of my baby inside of you turns me on like nothing else?”

I try to close my legs, that off-limits topic a little too much for first thing in the morning.

“Against all odds,” he says, his fingers skating over the mess he made of me as he bites his bottom lip. His mouth drops open when he slides one finger into me. “We managed to create a life.”

“We didn’t use a condom in the shower that Saturday night,” I remind him.

“Mmm,” he hums, completely lost in what he’s doing, but then his hand is gone and he’s standing from the bed.

“What the fuck?” I grumble. “Where are you going? I was enjoying that.”

He laughs as he heads toward the bathroom, tattoos and muscles on full display, his thick cock swinging between his legs.

He turns around just inside the bathroom, catching me as I start to lower my fingers down my stomach.

“Are you being a bad girl?”

I shake my head, pulling my hand away. “Sorry.”

“Come apologize in the shower on your knees, baby.”

I bolt out of the bed so quickly, it makes him laugh.

No matter how many times this man praises me, I always get a jolt of pleasure when he does it. I aim for the grunts and the groans, watching his eyes roll back. There’s never a better time to see all of that than when I have his cock in my mouth. He’s so unguarded, so open with his pleasure, that just thinking about it when I’m alone gets my motor running.

So there’s no way I’m going to miss the chance right now.

He made love to me this morning. There’s no other way to explain it. It changed something inside of me, that level of attention and care. It opened my eyes a little, and not exactly in a good way.

It freaked me the fuck out. There’s nothing that puts us back on even ground than choking on his cock while water pours over the two of us.

Chapter 21

Kit

I saw the way she looked at me after we made love. She was stuck somewhere between happy and terrified. Jules is such a formidable woman, and it wasn’t until we were done that I realized lately she’s also a little skittish. I can’t have her running away from me, and that’s why I had her on her knees in the shower. Okay, so it wasn’t the only reason, because the woman gives head like a goddess, but I needed her to get out of her own mind, needed her to stop thinking about what making love this morning meant.

“Jesus,” I mutter, looking down at her. “You’re fucking perfect.”

She smiles up at me, her swollen lips still coated with cum.

“I think you enjoyed that as much as I did.”

She gives me a devious smile as her pink tongue sweeps her lower lip. There’s a stark difference between fantasizing about this woman and actually having her. The images and scenarios I’ve been stroking myself to for over a decade don’t even do her justice.


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