The CEO’s Baby (Forbidden Fantasies #18) Read Online S.E. Law

Categories Genre: Romance Tags Authors: Series: Forbidden Fantasies Series by S.E. Law
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Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25723 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
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My eyes go wide.

“It must have cost a fortune to paint!” I swoon, breathing hard as my bosom goes up and down. I run my hand down one of the support beams suggestively. “I can’t believe how much gold is in here. You must be remarkably successful, Simon.”

“I am,” he growls before swaggering across the room. “And now I’m going to claim what’s mine.” With that, the blonde man grabs my chin, tipping my head up to kiss me. I make myself kiss him back, although his breath smells like stale tobacco. But then I pull away, one hand to my excited bosom.

“But Simon,” I giggle. “Who is that man in the cage? Is he going to watch us?”

Simon laughs, casting a glance over one shoulder before ignoring Justin entirely.

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head over it, sweetheart. That’s just a business acquaintance of mine. He’s nothing.” Then, he twirls one of my curls on his finger. “Besides, it’s not for a woman to know.” I have to swallow my rage upon hearing this statement, but at least I’m a good actress. I force a smile and spin around the room a little, moving myself out of Simon’s reach and closer to my boyfriend. In my twirling, I notice that Justin has turned around now, and is intently watching my every move.

“You’re so sexy dancing around like that,” Simon growls at me. “Take off your clothes, Marley.”

I stop for a moment, horrified, before pasting another smile on my face. Oh god, his words repulse me. Get naked with him? No! I do not want to do anything physical with this man, especially while Justin has to sit in a cage and watch. But I can only stall for so long, and clearly, Simon has his mind set on getting some.

“Come on baby, strip for me. I want to sample those curves, girlie girl.”

Yech, who still uses the term “girlie girl”? But I wiggle my hips suggestively again before sneaking a look at Justin, who looks oddly calm. Both of his hands are on the cage bars now, and he’s watching us with an unreadable expression.

“Yes, but in front of him?” I ask timidly. “Isn’t that too much?”

Simon just lets out a harsh bark of laughter, streaks of purple on his cheeks. I can tell the thought turns him on.

“Hell yeah, let’s give him a show. It’s a last supper of sorts for this poor bastard. Kind of like a last meal before you head for death row,” he cackles, a small but prominent bulge visible now at his crotch.

Holy hell, this guy gets turned on by exhibitionism, especially in front of men who are fated to die. I have to do something!

I rack my brain, searching for even the slightest idea. My eyes dart to Simon’s bulge again, and it’s hanging oddly to the left. Suddenly, I realize that it’s not what I think it is at all. Instead, Simon’s got keys in his pocket, and suddenly, with a certainty I realize that the keys to the cage must be there.

An idea flashes in my mind. I have to get those keys somehow. It’s a risk for sure, because maybe it’s a different set of keys for a different cage. Then, my plan will have failed, but what choice do I have? I have no other moves.

Slowly, I spin on my heels, completely ignoring Justin. Then I shake my booty again and lift my arms sinuously while doing a little dance. Sure enough, one of my big boobs pops out of my décolletage and I look down at it with surprise.

“Oh my gosh, did that happen?” I giggle. “Ooooh, it did, didn’t it?”

Slowly reaching down, I lift the big orb with one hand to my mouth. Then, never breaking eye contact with Simon, I lick my own nipple before closing my eyes deliriously.

“Ooooh,” I moan again. “That felt really good.”

He makes to advance on me, but instead I shimmy backwards so that I’m almost right next to the cage. Tellingly, the bulge in Simon’s pants hasn’t grown. Good, that means it’s keys, and not his private parts.

With a suggestive smile, I undo the zip at the back of my dress, letting the material slip off my curves until I’m wearing nothing but glittery sky-high heels.

“Oooh, my shoes are black but I wore your favorite color anyways,” I giggle, one hand stroking the gold necklace dangling between my bare breasts. Again, he makes to approach me, but instead, I hold up a hand. “Let me show you why they say professionals are worth every cent,” is my coo.

Slowly, I lift the chain over my head before dangling the piece of jewelry in one hand. Then slowly, I shimmy around until I’m standing with my back to him, legs apart. Coyly licking my lips, I turn to look at Simon over one narrow shoulder.


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