Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24157 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24157 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Read Online Books/Novels: | My Dad's Best Friend (Forbidden Fantasies #7) |
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Author/Writer of Book/Novel: | S.E. Law |
| Language: | English |
| Book Information: | |
Bailey’s always been a good girl. She gets stellar grades in an effort to make her family proud. But when a make-out session with her high school boyfriend goes horribly wrong, her dad’s best friend steps in. Christopher Maddox is an alpha male determined to show Bailey how real men handle a woman with curves. Chris Maddox is a successful real estate developer responsible for millions of dollars in property. He doesn’t date inexperienced, virginal young girls. But lately he’s noticed that his best buddy’s daughter is all grown up. Now, Bailey is all sass and swing, with a feisty personality and generous curves. He’s determined to stay hands off when it comes to this saucy piece of temptation, but when Bailey begs for it, can he keep his promise? Who hasn’t dreamed about a hot older guy who barges in and catches you in the act? But in this case, Bailey’s powerful alpha male also happens to be her dad’s best friend! Be sure to have a tall glass of ice water nearby because you’ll be sweltering after reading this tale! No cheating, no cliffhangers, and always a HEA for my readers. | |
| Books in Series: | Forbidden Fantasies Series by S.E. Law |
| Books by Author: | S.E. Law |
1
Bailey
“Oh, my God, isn’t he gorgeous?”
I giggle as my best friend, Kara, flops herself dramatically onto my bed. Some people read magazines for the fashion ideas, or beauty tips, or the latest celebrity gossip. Kara reads them exclusively for the men.
Sighing, she fans herself with her copy of Cosmo, then presents the magazine to me.
“Look at him!” Kara orders, pointing a manicured finger at the glossy page.
I look.
Surprise, surprise: Christopher Owen was voted the year’s sexiest man, and it doesn’t take much for me to see why. The cover star has curly dark hair and piercing blue eyes. His washboard abs are perfectly defined, as are the muscles in his arms. In the centerfold photo, his jeans are slung low on his hips, and his smile is dazzling in a devil-may-care attitude.
As I linger on the sight of his pouty lips, I can’t help but wonder what kind of woman a man like Christopher Owen would be interested in. Does he like a girl with curves? I’m petite, but very curvy, with masses of curly brown hair and warm brown eyes. He’d probably be more into Kara, I think, casting a sideways glance at my blonde, blue-eyed best friend. I’m sometimes insecure about my weight, and, at this moment, I feel huge. Kara is stick-thin – she’s the quintessential girl-next-door that all the guys seem to go for.
Meeting my gaze, Kara grins widely and snatches the magazine back.
“Ugh, the things I would do to that man!” she proclaims with a groan, lying back with the magazine over her face.
“Like what?” I tease with a smile. Kara is never shy about her sex life.
“We’d make hot, passionate love day and night, of course!” Kara says, giggling. “In the bed, in the shower, on the floor…”
“On the floor?” I question, arcing a brow. “Isn’t that uncomfortable?”
“I’d be too distracted to notice if it were uncomfortable or not.” Kara rolls onto her stomach, her smile suddenly coy. “Speaking of hot, passionate love-making, what’s up with you and Donnie?”
I can’t help it, and flush a deep red. Kara laughs and pokes me in the ribs.
“That good, huh?” she teases.
“Ugh, not quite,” I lament. I gather my dark curls into my hand, twisting them expertly into a messy bun on the top of my head. I had been hoping to keep this facet of my relationship to myself, but I should have known that Kara would weasel it out of me sooner or later. Reluctantly, I confess: “We haven’t done it yet.”
Kara’s jaw drops.
“Seriously?!”
“Seriously. I mean, we’ve done lots of other stuff…” My grin widens, then falls. “But not it.”
“Well, what are you waiting for?!” Kara demands.
“I don’t know. A rainy day?” I joke.
“I’m serious, Bailey. You’re eighteen years old, and it’s been three months, right?”
“Well, yeah, but – ”
“What are you, living in the Dark Ages or something?!”
“No,” I protest, rubbing my cheeks with my palms to disguise the blush still building there. “It’s just… I just…”
“What?”
I sigh, leaning back against my pillows. “I don’t know, Kara. It just hasn’t been the right time.”
Kara stands, taking the magazine with her, and looks me dead in the eyes. “Girl,” she says, her tone very serious. “You’ve got to make it the right time. You’ve got to get on this.” Promising to call me later, Kara hugs me and leaves, leaving me to wonder if my friend is right. Maybe it is time…
“Okay,” I whisper to myself, holding my cell phone. “I can do this.”
I sit cross-legged on the bed, where I’ve been since Kara left hours before. Anticipation feels like a balloon inflating in my chest. I know it’s time to do the badump-a-dump with Donnie. After all, we’ve been dating three months. We’ve experimented with some heavy petting, of course, but the sex itself just hasn’t happened yet. Maybe tonight will be the night.
On my phone, I go to my text thread with Donnie, which is full of kissy-face emojis and back-and-forth conversations.
Can’t wait to see you soon, I type. I was thinking that maybe it’s time we…
“Ugh,” I say, deleting what I’ve typed so far. There has to be a better way to say this.
I wondered if you wanted to…
Delete.
Do you think you’re ready to…
Delete.
I wanna f*ck your brains out.
Definitely delete.
I throw my phone to the edge of the bed, clutching a pillow to my chest. Is it that I can’t find the right words, or that I don’t want to? The truth is, I’m not that attracted to Donnie, no matter how hard I try to be. While I don’t want to be one of those girls who is all about appearances, it’s still hard to look past his face full of acne and his sweaty palms. His voice has a perpetual whine to it, and he sometimes makes immature jokes that I’m forced to pretend to laugh at. I can’t help but wonder if I could do better.