Dr. Stanton Read Online Free Book T.L. Swan

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Total pages in book: 157
Estimated words: 157032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 785(@200wpm)___ 628(@250wpm)___ 523(@300wpm)
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I smile as I watch him and he frowns as he sings to give it more oomph.

I laugh as he spins me again and I run my fingers through his two-day growth, staring up at him adoringly.

He smiles down at me and kisses me softly. “What are you looking at, Tucker?”

I shake my head. “The worst singer I’ve ever heard.”

“Worst singer?” He cringes. “Well, I’m the best dancer.” He twirls me out and I go flying into another couple dancing,

They stagger sideways as I hit.

“Oh my God, I’m… I’m so sorry,” Cameron stammers.

The man narrows his eyes at Cameron and turns back to his partner to continue dancing.

Cam pulls me back to him and I giggle against his chest. “Every time we dance, you fly me into someone,” I whisper.

He holds me close and looks down at me sexily. “They should get out of my way, I’m a lethal weapon out here.” He kisses me.

“À plus d'un titre,” I whisper against his lips.

Translation: In more ways than one.

His eyes darken. “Allons à la maison, ma belle bombe Bloss.”

Translation. Let’s go home, my beautiful Bloss bomb.

I smile as we continue swaying to the music. After a few more dances, he drags me from the dance floor and over to the elevators.

The bell pings and my eyes flicker over to him as he smirks.

Oh no.

“You know, small things amuse small minds,” I whisper.

The doors open and reveal three people in the elevator. He raises his eyebrow sarcastically.

“I wouldn’t know. I don’t have either.” He holds my hand in his and walks into the elevator and we take our place at the back.

He looks at me for a moment. “You know, we really shouldn’t be doing this. You are my children’s nanny after all,” he announces so that everyone can hear him. The other people in the elevator all drop their heads as they pretend not to listen.

I smirk. Every time. Every damn time we get into a elevator.

“Well, she should have given me that pay rise I asked for,” I reply flatly.

His eyes dance with mischief as they hold mine.

“Then I wouldn’t have to take my payments into my own hands,” I add as I brush my hands over my hips. “I do love it when your wife’s away, though. Do I look good in her dress?”

A woman behind me gasps.

He smiles sexily as his eyes drop down my body. “You look good in her dress, but not as good as you will look underneath her husband,” he replies darkly

I drop my head to stop myself laughing, and he squeezes my hand in his.

“I’m disgusted,” the woman behind us whispers to her husband.

“It’s going to be disgusting alright,” he mutters under his breath. “Disgustingly dirty.”

I squeeze his hand again. Oh my God… what next? Where does he get this shit?

“Oh my goodness,” The woman gasps as the door opens and he pulls me out. We both burst out laughing and stumble across the foyer and out onto the street. Then he drags me around the corner and is on me. He has me pinned to an alleyway wall, his lips searing mine, his hard erection promising me bad things—disgustingly dirty things, just like he just told everyone in the elevator.

“One day somebody from an elevator is going to put a picture of you on Facebook with the heading ‘Do you know this sleazebag?’”

“Or his nanny.” He laughs and dips his head to suck on my lips. His tongue has a certain edge in it tonight. He’s in his rough mood—the one I love so much.

“Can we go back to my house before we go to yours?” he breathes as his arousal starts to become uncontrollable.

“Good idea,” I murmur as he grinds me hard with his hips.

That’s code for I want to fuck you loud and noisy.

He turns out onto the street and puts his arm up with renewed determination. “Taxi!”

Twenty minutes later, Cameron is leading me through his house and up the stairs in the darkness. And it just so happens I have my own little surprise waiting for him. I slipped over here this afternoon and got the things ready while he was at my house with Owen. I pretended I needed to get some groceries.

We walk into his bedroom to find a large mirror up against the wall and an armchair in front of it.

He frowns as he looks around the room. “I have a little surprise for you tonight, Dr. Stanton.” I smirk.

I lead him to the chair and I sit him down in front of the mirror. “Back in a minute,” I whisper with a tender kiss.

I walk into the second wardrobe and close the door behind me. It’s filled with my things now and I grab the outfit I need. I got Tiffany to borrow one of the lap dancing uniforms as well as a dark wig from the club. I quickly put them on and then reapply some hot pink lipstick, just like the night I first danced for him.


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