My New Step-Dad(32)
Lily was our biggest champion, staying on as our nanny when we had our first baby. She helped Sophie be the mother she always wanted, and helped me learn how to change a diaper. We were both new at parenting, and having someone to help us, not only when things got hard, but to share in our joy, has been wonderful.
I started my own private law practice, mostly to keep up my license. I take on a few real estate cases when I feel like it, but for the most part I focus on my family. I spent the first decades of my life doing what I thought I was supposed to and making enough money to last a lifetime. Thankfully, Sophie came along and showed me what it’s like to live.
We’ve got more love than we could ever use up, and that’s my only priority.
As I pull her down close to me and lick her neck just the way she likes it, I can’t help but think how lucky we are. I get to spend the rest of my life with this amazing, gorgeous woman, and I’m so happy she chose me.
I may have started out as her step-dad, but I ended up as so much more. I should probably feel some guilt about that, but I’m too deep inside her to care.
“I love you, baby,” I whisper against her neck.
“I love you too, Bruce.”
THE VIRGIN DUET
A gorgeous, obsessive, billionaire alpha.
A curvy, sassy bombshell from the wrong side of the tracks.
Both virgins...
When Becs and Bray make an arrangement, they have no idea what it will lead to - sexual desires and lust that cannot be contained.
Will Bray let chaos rule his perfect world?
Will Becs let love into her cold heart?
Will Kindles ignite from the sexual heat? There's only one way to find out...
Warning: Flaming Kindles may cause serious injuries. Please read responsibly.
The Virgin Duet - Chapter One
Rage bubbles inside me as I look at the imposing double doors of his office. They reach all the way to the high ceiling, and look like you’d have to use all your weight to push them open. On the other side is an arrogant asshole. If you push the doors open he is probably sitting behind a giant desk, or maybe on a throne like a king. I guess he’s king of this building. Mr. Vanilla, as I like to call him just to piss him off, owns the place. I work in the coffee shop downstairs in the building’s lobby. Well, I did until about fifteen minutes ago. I know he’s the reason for my quick termination today, and I’m here to give him a piece of my mind.#p#分页标题#e#
No way am I going back to the shelter. The coffee shop job barely afforded me enough money for the pay-by-the-week motel my older brother and I are staying at. We've been there for the past few months, but anything beat staying at the shelter. One week without a job, and it will force us back there. That’s not something I can handle.
“Is that asshole boss of yours in there?” I snap at the woman sitting at the desk in front of the double doors.
Jerking her head up, she looks at me in shock, but her face quickly turns to disgust. Of course he has a perfect-looking assistant sitting outside his office. Sun-streaked blonde hair pulled back into a tight bun, crystal-blue eyes with thin black-framed glasses, and a low-cut top. Very low cut. She looks like she could do the whole sexy librarian turned seductress thing at any moment. Maybe that’s what she does.
I can tell from the scrunch of her nose she finds me repulsive. I’m her polar opposite in every way. We might both have blonde hair but it clearly ends there. My blonde is a brighter shade than hers, but mine is also streaked with pink and purple. The dye makes my eyes appear more purple than they really are. I can see her long legs under the desk, and shoes that probably cost what I make in three months. If she stands up, I’m sure she’ll tower over my five three height. My black military-style lace-up boots give me no extra help in that department. She’s thin and I can tell she puts time into maintaining herself. Total opposites.
“I’m going to have to ask you to leave,” she squeaks at me in a voice that sounds like nails on a chalkboard. She reaches for her desk phone, I’m sure to call security, because I am after all half naked. I’m dressed only in a bra, black pants and my boots. No way was I letting that dipshit downstairs take fifty dollars out of my last check for my uniform, and I have no plans of ever seeing his face again. He had the balls, after firing me, to suggest I drop to my knees and he’d pay for other services if I needed the money so bad. When I started to unbutton my top the little fucker thought he was getting what he wanted. All he got was my shirt and apron thrown at him. Well, and a black eye. I can still feel the sting on my knuckles from the punch. Oh, yeah, his eye is going to be a nice black and purple come morning. Growing up in foster care, I learned how to throw a mean punch.