With This Man Read Online Jodi Ellen Malpas (This Man #4)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: This Man Series by Jodi Ellen Malpas
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Total pages in book: 167
Estimated words: 157175 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 786(@200wpm)___ 629(@250wpm)___ 524(@300wpm)
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I nod at a few patrons as they pass, the men wiping their sweaty brows with towels. ‘It involves me sitting on the seat and you sitting on me.’

‘On those things?’ she questions, stopping us and turning to inspect the machines again. ‘How is that even possible?’

‘I don’t think it is.’ I look down at her, grinning, and take her hand, tugging her back over. ‘Come on, let’s try.’

Her resistance is instant, her spare hand wrapped around my wrist trying to stop me, her feet digging in. ‘Jesse.’ She’s laughing, but it’s loaded with nerves. ‘We’re in the middle of the gym floor.’

‘So?’ My strength will always win, and I have her where I want her within a few seconds. Her dark eyes scan the length of metal, worry written all over that gorgeous face. Keeping hold of her hand, I lower myself to the seat and pat my thigh. ‘All aboard,’ I tease, and she bursts into fits of giggles, the sound saturating the space around us.

‘Stop it.’

‘No.’ I yank her forward and have her straddling my lap before she can protest again, her torso locked to my chest, our cheeks pressed together. ‘It goes something like this,’ I say quietly in her ear, using my feet to glide us down the railing. ‘Slide.’ I whisper the word and then launch us back up until our bodies jolt at the other end.

‘And hit,’ she finishes for me. The impact of her chest crushing to mine, her groin rubbing into me, the words that have come from deep within her. It’s a potent cocktail, causing wild activity past the fly of my jeans, activity that my wife hasn’t missed. She pulls back, her palms on my shoulders, and tilts her head. ‘Oh dear,’ she murmurs, wickedly grinding her hips into me.

‘Now you stop it,’ I warn, quickly lifting us from the seat before I’m pushed over the edge of control and give endless members of our club a show they won’t forget.

She giggles softly and puts herself in my chest, her hand on my nape pulling my lips down to hers. She kisses me hard. Possessively. I’m taken aback, but in no way complaining. ‘What was that for?’ I ask when she slows the roll of her searching tongue.

‘Just felt like kissing you.’ She pulls back, pouting. ‘I’m allowed, right?’

‘Stupid fucking question.’ I turn us to get us on our way, coming face to face with Cherry.

‘Oh.’ Ava moves into my side, clinging onto my arm. ‘Sorry, I didn’t see you there.’

Cherry’s smile is pushed through gritted teeth, and I sigh, tugging Ava along before she moves into true trampling mode. I flip a tired look down at her as we take the stairs.

‘What?’ she asks, all innocent and pouty.

‘Nothing.’ I fight to keep my grin contained. It’s hard.

Because I’ve just been marked.

Chapter 31

‘You need to sleep.’

‘I want you to finish what you started in the office.’ There’s fire in her eyes. Pure, possessive fire. I smile on the inside. But, and it pains me to say it, she needs rest. I’m taking too much out of her. ‘Bed.’

She gazes up at me as we slowly take the stairs, too many wicked intentions spilling from the depths of her dark eyes. ‘I want a bath.’

‘Jesus, Ava, are you trying to finish me off?’ Wet, slippery skin won’t help my cause.

On a little chuckle, her head meets my bicep, and I notice her steps becoming more laboured as we reach the top of the stairs. ‘You can scrub my back.’

‘You’re evil.’ Entering the bathroom, I eye the huge marble bath like I hate it. She’ll be lost in there all alone. Maybe I could join her, because I could easily get away with not touching her if I stay way on the other side.

‘It’s massive.’ She breaks away from me and starts drawing herself a bath, picking up a bottle of bubble bath from the side and taking it to her nose, inhaling before adding a massive dose to the running water.

‘We like having baths.’ I move across to the cream crushed-velvet chair that sits in the corner and put my big body in it. ‘You picked the tub.’

She takes in the mammoth thing, humming to herself. ‘It’s very me.’

‘It’s very me, too, especially when you’re in it.’

She keeps her eyes on the filling bath. ‘So you’re just going to sit there and watch me?’ She slowly pulls her sundress over her head and takes her underwear off.

Fuck. Me.

I press myself into the back of the chair, every muscle solid in an attempt to stop from shooting up and tackling her to the floor. She’s playing games. ‘Ava, don’t tease me.’

With her chin on her shoulder, she coyly glances over at me. It’s wonderful to see my temptress showing signs of returning to her former glory. Yet it’s agony that I can’t utilise it to its fullest. ‘I want you to have a bath with me.’


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