Boss Me Around (The Mcguire Brothers #3) Read Online Lili Valente

Categories Genre: Contemporary Tags Authors: Series: The Mcguire Brothers Series by Lili Valente
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Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 62620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
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“These are mine. You are mine,” I growl against her neck as I roll her tight nipple between my fingers, making her moan louder. “Tell me you belong to me wife. That your breasts and your ass and this sweet pussy I’m about to fuck are mine. Tell me you’ll never let another man touch you again.”

“Never again,” she begs, writhing beneath me. “Please, just fuck me, husband. Please, take me. Please.”

I reach down just long enough to fit my cock to her pussy and then return both hands to her breasts as I push forward. I try to go slow, to remember she’s sore, but she slams her hips back, again and again, giving me no choice but to give her what she’s asking for.

I ride her hard and deep as I play with her nipples, letting every filthy thing I thought about saying today spill out of my mouth. And Starling gives as good as she gets, matching me filth for filth as she tells me how much she loves getting fucked hard by her husband right after getting it hard from her serving boy.

We come within seconds of each other, making obscenely loud sex sounds that make me glad she lives on the outskirts of town and her closest neighbor is a half mile away.

After taking a few moments to catch my breath, I kiss her cheek and say, “Going to get rid of condom, sexy.”

“Okay,” she says, making a sad sound as I leave her. “I miss your cock already.”

I grin over my shoulder as she moves to sit on the bed, a cute little pout on her face. “Yeah? Should I try to make it last longer next time?”

“No, it was perfect,” she says, picking at a loose thread on the comforter. “But we didn’t even get to take all our clothes off. That doesn’t seem right. Maybe after we have something to eat, we should…try again?”

Tossing the condom in the trash bin by the utility sink, I ask as I wash my hands, “Same roles? Or something different?”

She bites her lip, her eyes lighting up as her beautifully wicked mind begins to whirl. “Something different! Maybe we’re still married, but you’re coming home from war? Maybe I thought you were dead, but you’re not and we’re both so grateful to be together again?”

“Love it,” I say, nodding toward the table. “But first, cheese?”

Pulling her dress back into place, she rises from the table. “Absolutely. Sex always makes me hungry.”

“Always?” I arch a brow as I join her.

“Yes, always,” she shoots back with a haughty lift of her chin. “I ate an entire container of air popped truffle popcorn when I got home last night. And right now, I’m so hungry I’m going to fight you for the butt piece of the bread.”

“You can have it,” I say, grinning as I begin to fill my plate. “I don’t like the butt piece.”

“Oh good.” She beams as she peels an orange. “That works out perfectly, then.”

It does work out perfectly. Everything I do with Starling feels perfect, and when we embark on our second round of grown-up playtime after dinner, I fall into my new role as her long-lost love as easily as I did the others.

But this time, the emotion filling my chest as I tell her how much I’ve missed her feels like so much more than pretend.

I have missed her. Not just since last night, but for years and years before. I might not have known how amazing we would be together, but deep down I knew I wanted something like this, someone like her.

No, not like her. No one could ever be like her.

Starling is one of a kind, one in a million, a force of nature who excels at anything she sets her mind to.

“Never doubt how incredible you are,” I murmur into her wild hair afterward, when she’s lying on my chest as we listen to the rain patter on the roof of the shed. “You’re amazing, in bed and out of it.”

She lifts her head, her eyes in the dim candlelight from the table. “You really mean that?”

“With every fiber of my being,” I promise, and then I kiss her with every piece of my heart and try not to think about how much I want this incredible girl to be mine for a hell of a lot longer than a month.

Chapter Fifteen

STARLING

Monday morning, I’m up early and have time to grab a fancy coffee at the bagel shop before heading to Furry Friends. On the drive over, I sip my latte and give myself a silent pep talk.

I’m not going to give myself away.

I will remain cool and collected.

When I see Christian, I will not giggle like a sex-crazed nymphomaniac, swoon at his feet, or beg him to fuck me in the bathroom. I also will not throw my arms around him and tell him how much last night meant to me in a sloppy show of forbidden emotion. I will be friendly, but professional, and no one will know that my panties are soaked from replaying every moment of last night over and over in my head while waiting for my coffee order.


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