Treasured Read Online Mink

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Erotic, Insta-Love, Mafia, Novella, Romance, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
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“Absolutely amazing.” I can’t tear my gaze away from her.

“I guess Carly really knew her stuff.” She shrugs, the crimson dress she’s wearing showing an ample amount of her round breasts.

I have to adjust myself. Again.

She notices and gives me a demure smile. “How do you like the food?”

“It’s all right.”

Her eyes widen, and she takes another bite of a buttery, crisp green bean. “I’m not much for vegetables, but I could eat these all day. Everything here has been so good.”

“Just wait.” I nod at the server, who hurries off.

“More?” She rubs her stomach. Something about the motion, the way she looks like a soon-to-be mother, has my chest tightening. God, wouldn’t that be amazing? Her pregnant with my child? I can’t even begin to wrap my head around that concept or the joy it would bring.

“For you, always more.” I pull her tighter to my side.

My phone vibrates in my pocket. I have zero doubt it’s another threat from my mysterious client. Asshole. But I have to be patient. Once I get this job done and the heat’s off me, I can focus on the future. On my future with Milly.

She’s soft and warm and smells of vanilla and something a tad spicier. Her lips are painted a deep red, and I can’t stop myself from stealing yet another kiss from her.

She sighs against my lips, then kisses me back, her mouth opening slightly as I delve inside with my tongue. I’m in heaven. That’s the only explanation for how good this feels.

“Monsieur.” The server places two plates with delicate confections piled high in geometrical shapes. Then he pours a caramel sauce along the top, allowing it to drizzle down the sides. Milly licks her lips. I stifle a groan.

“We can’t eat that. It’s art.” Milly peers at the one in front of her.

“We most certainly can. In fact, I think the chef would be quite disappointed if we left so much as a scrap of chocolate or a square of cake behind.” I hand her one of the dessert spoons.

“Well, I suppose we wouldn’t want to be rude, right?” She takes a hesitant scoop of the gelato mound at the base. When she brings it to her mouth, she moans. “Oh my God. This is so … so …”

“Sweet.” I kiss some caramel from the corner of her mouth.

“Yes.” She laughs and takes another bite. “How can anyone make something so good?”

I try some, the flavors melding into a perfect storm of sugary, hint of salty, and depth of twining tastes. Milly finishes hers, and I spoon her the last of mine.

“No more.” She holds up a hand. “I’ll burst through these garters.”

My eyebrow pops up. “Garters?”

Her cheeks turn a delightful pink. “I may have snuck a few things on underneath my dress when you were waiting at the register.”

“Like what?” I run my hand up her thigh and feel the garters against her skin, the little ribbons where they meet her thigh-highs. Jesus, what that must look like. I suddenly don’t have another second to spare on food.

“Just a few little–Oh!” I stand and pull her up with me.

“We’re leaving.” I throw a handful of bills down on the table and tuck her under my arm, guiding her out to the bustling Champs Elysees.

“Why? You didn’t like the food?”

“Food was fine.” I hail a taxi.

“But the hotel is only a few blocks–” She yelps as I pull her into the car with me and toss a hundred Euro at the driver.

“George V. Now.” I point.

The driver, clearly used to the insanity of Paris, asks no questions and speeds the few blocks to the hotel.

“What is going on?” Milly pulls at my hand as I call the elevator.

As soon as it opens, I pull her inside and hit the button. Then I cage her into the corner and stare down at her.

She swallows hard. “Is something wrong?”

“No.” I sink down her body, then lift up the skirt of her dress to her hips.

She makes a high-pitched sound. “What if someone–”

“No one will see this. It’s all mine.” I look at the lace at the top of her thigh highs, at the white bows, the white garters, and the deep red panties covering her pussy. Leaning forward, I press a kiss to her sweet cunt.

She jolts.

I kiss her again and again then lick the fabric as it starts to dampen with her need.

The elevator slows, so I rise to my feet and tower over her. I don’t want to scare her, but she needs to know what she does to me, how badly I need her.

I lick my lips. “I need you. All of you.”

The elevator opens.

I don’t move. “Give yourself to me, Milly.”

Her lips part, her eyes wide as she stares up at me.

The doors start to close, and I slam the hold button with the side of my fist.


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