Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 23534 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23534 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
The billionaire’s been intimate with the brat living under his roof, but Lionel cares about the young woman. Cares too much in fact. So when Lily agrees to meet his friends he needs to make sure she’s protected ...
.... so that the curvy girl’s not accidentally filled with babies!
But the man of the house is a dirty, filthy man who’s about action, not words ...
He’s an alpha male who likes to claim ...
And the saucy brat’s going to learn her lesson!
After all, there’s nothing like a bit of SHOW and TELL to demonstrate to the curvy girl how protection works ... in the most intimate of ways!
Wowowowowow. This serial has gone off the rails because how many men SHOW how protection is done, instead of TELLING with words? OMG, this is so wrong but that’s exactly why this storyline is beyond the pale and pure heat in every way! Strap your seatbelts on and get your ice water ready because your panties will be drenched by the this serial is done. The standard rules of romance do not apply in this series, but you’ll love it anyways - S.E.
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1
Lily
I wait in the outdoor garden area of my favorite restaurant, Gemma’s. It’s a gorgeous day in St. George, and the restaurant has gone all out with the garden décor. The tables are shaded under a white canopy, and beautiful wisteria bloom, their petals radiant in shades of purple and pink. The wrought-iron table and chairs are more comfortable than they look, with cheery pink and white striped cushions tied with ribbons.
Even better, the restaurant has a casual and relaxed vibe, and I’m anything but at the moment. It’s because of my upcoming conversation with the man of the house, Lionel Kenneally. My stepfather and I live under the same roof, and I’ve been in a relationship with the handsome man for a few months now. But recently, we decided to open our relationship and explore new liaisons. Or more accurately, I asked to be introduced to a few of Lionel’s friends, and he agreed.
To be honest, I was surprised that Lionel consented to my request because what man shares his woman? I thought alpha males were supposed to be growly and possessive, and Lionel is. But he also explained that experienced lovers make for better lovers, and he wants me to explore my cravings while I’m young. He adores my curvy body, and says that my tight pussy and even tighter ass should be enjoyed by multiple men. Of course, in the end, I belong only to him, but during this period of physical exploration, I’m to experience as much pleasure as possible.
I don’t know how his generosity makes me feel. Nervous, definitely, but also heady with anticipation. Who will Lionel’s friends be? What will they look like? They’ll be gorgeous for sure, but how will they treat me? Will the men gently fondle my curves, while kissing my lips and massaging my breasts? Or will I be savagely taken as I’m bound and blindfolded, the object of focused masculine lust? Both options excite me, and I know I should be ashamed of these deviant desires. Yet, it doesn’t feel deviant to me at all. It feels right, and that’s why Lionel and I are perfect together. The handsome billionaire wants to help me explore my deepest desires, and I’m his ready pupil.
The iron gate to the garden opens with a creak and I look up just in time to see a pretty, perky waitress with a bouncy ponytail lead my stepfather into the garden.
“Here you are, Mr. Kenneally,” she coos while shooting him a flirtatious smile. “I hope you enjoy your meal with your daughter.”
Of course, I’m basically invisible to the waitress. As I watch, she smiles at Lionel even wider. I swear, if she grinned any harder, those cherubic cheeks would crack. But her blue eyes are innocent because this girl obviously doesn’t suspect that Lionel and I are more than just your standard father-daughter duo. Why would she? We look like normal people, even if my stepfather is incredibly handsome with charcoal hair; piercing blue eyes; and the body of a god, complete with broad shoulders and washboard abs. The waitress has no idea what Lionel and I do after the lights go out, and even when the lights are still on.
Still, I feel myself getting red under the collar, and feel the need to assert my possession. It makes zero sense, and yet rage suffuses my form even as I smile sweetly.
“Hi Daddy,” I coo in a low voice. “I’m so glad you could make it. I’ve been getting so hungry. You know the baby is always hungry, and now, I’m eating for you and your son.”