Make Me a Match Read Online Ella Goode

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Erotic, Insta-Love, Novella, Romance, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29346 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 147(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
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He closes his eyes, savoring my words.

“Again,” he orders. His tone is firm. My sex clenches around him. His eyes fly open, a smirk pulling at his lips when he realizes how my body responds to him bossing me around.

“I love you.” He pulls out and thrusts back in. A moan leaves my lips as I tighten my legs around him.

“That’s right, love. Cling to me. I’m all yours.” He moves faster, thrusting in and out of me.

“Gant.” A flood of emotions hits me. I pull him down to kiss me as we make love. I know without a doubt this man is my soul mate. He will not only heal the broken pieces inside of me but give me all the things I’ve ever dreamed about and more.

I’ve been so lost. I’m still not sure what I want to do with my life, but for the first time since I lost my mom I feel like I’ve found my way again. Whatever the future holds, it’s less scary knowing I’ll have Gant by my side.

“Let go, love. Come for me. I’ve got you.” I do. I let go knowing he’ll catch me as the pleasure takes me. He comes with me, spilling deep inside of me, claiming all of me. He holds me close as we get lost in each other.

That night at the charity event I thought I was bidding on a date, but what I got was my happily ever after.

Epilogue

Gant

“Given that the founders’ intention was to create rights for property owners, how do you feel that influenced the way the original Constitution and subsequent Bill of Rights were drafted?” David Choi has his head down in the last row, so naturally I call on him. “David?”

“Locke says that the individual effort should be rewarded rather than the collective good,” he mumbles into his desk.

“And what would Locke say about automation? If an individual’s effort is replaced by a robot, should the robot be rewarded?”

“I think—”

“Mr. Fréres! Mr. Fréres!”

David’s answer is cut off by a commotion at the door. Alison Holland skids to a stop, holding on to the door frame and panting heavily as if she’s run a lap around the building. “Mr. Fréres, your wife—Paislee—she’s having her baby!”

I blink, frozen for a second, trying to process what the student has just said. The book on modern Locke theory falls out of my hand to the floor.

“Mr. Fréres?” Someone calls my name.

“Oh holy fuck,” I breathe. “Class dismissed.”

I bolt for the door. Behind me, there are a flurry of voices and a stampede of feet. Halfway down the hall, I realize I’ve forgotten my bag and keys. I spin around and find a wall of students. Choi shoves my shit in my gut. “You forgot this, Fréres.”

“Yes, thank you,” I say rotely, not really registering much other than I need to find my wife and my car, in that order. My heart is pounding fast enough I wonder if I might have a heart attack.

“He’s lost. Josh, go and get his car. Alison, where’s Mrs. Fréres?” Choi pushes me forward.

“She’s in the bathroom.”

“The bathroom?” I turn around again in panic. “She’s having our baby in the bathroom?”

“No. No. She just wanted to change,” Alison tries to explain. “She said she’d meet you at the car.”

“Go and get her,” Choi repeats. “Fréres can’t think right now. Either of them.” He shakes his head and pushes me along. My feet start moving on their own, but he’s right. I’m not putting two and two together. My brain is overloaded. We’re having a baby. We. Are. Having. A. Baby! Finally my synapses start clicking, and the urgency to find Paislee puts me in high gear. I start running. The bathroom. Why is she in the bathroom? Is she having her baby in the bathroom? I race inside, ignoring the signs that tell me to keep out.

“Paislee?” I slam each metal door open. There are a couple screams of surprise. “Sorry,” I mutter when I encounter two girls in a clinch.

“Mr. Fréres, your wife is at the front waiting for you,” one of them tells me.

I nod my head. “No making out in the bathroom,” I call over my shoulder as I run out.

“I can’t believe Mr. Fréres is a DILF now,” I hear one sigh.

“He’s your teacher, Ceci.”

“So? I can’t have fantasies about teachers?”

“Yes, but maybe wait until he has the kid so he’s actually got the D in the DILF.”

“He can put the D in me any time.”

“Can you guys shut up about boning Mr. Fréres while he’s trying to get to the hospital?” Choi barks. He shoves the girls aside. “Mr. Fréres, Josh has your car at the front.”

“Where’s Paislee?” At the front step, all I can see are students and my Land Rover idling in the front.


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