Scrooge’s Curvy Neighbor – Mistletoe Love Read Online Loni Ree

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Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 79(@200wpm)___ 63(@250wpm)___ 52(@300wpm)
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“If you don’t mind having a late dinner.” Hopefully, by then, I can work on building up my defenses against my hot, new neighbor. “I work until seven on Tuesdays.”

“Is eight o’clock good with you?” he asks, and I nod my head. “I’ll see you then, baby doll.” He leans over to place a light kiss on my cheek and winks at me as Skye and Aunt Ophelia both gasp, reminding me they’re watching. I stand frozen and watch him walk to the front door. Before stepping out, he turns and gives me a little wave.

A thought suddenly occurs to me, and I call out before I’m able to stop myself, “Where do you want to meet for dinner?”

“I’ll come get you.”

At ten minutes until eight, I’m pacing the front hall while Roger sits on the edge of the sofa watching me. “You’re going to wear out the floor.” Skye plops down on the sofa and reaches for the remote control.

“I have no idea why I said yes.” I feel like my silky emerald dress is suddenly constricting around me. “I have to change.”

“Stop.” Skye stands up and walks over to me. “You’ve already changed three times, and that dress is perfect. It brings out the green in your eyes.”

“And it hugs every jiggle and bulge.” I’ve never been self-conscious of my abundant curves, but meeting Will has thrown my world into a tailspin. After he left Curvology earlier, we did a little online snooping and found out all about him. He was a popular quarterback before he suddenly retired early in his career. After that, he mostly fell off the radar except for a few articles about his family business.

“It emphasizes your gorgeous figure,” my sister corrects me. “And you’re going to knock rich, handsome Scrooge McJerk dead.”

We both jump at the loud knock at the door behind us. “Show time,” I whimper under my breath as my palms turn sweaty.

Skye opens the door and smiles at him. “Hi, Will.”

“Hi.” He smiles at my sister before handing me a bouquet of red roses. “You look beautiful, baby doll.”

“Thank you.” I reach for the flowers, appreciating the opportunity to leave the room for a minute. “I’ll run and put these in water before we go.”

My chance for a quick reprieve dies a quick death when my sister steps in. “I’ll do that for you.”

I turn away from Will and glare at my sister, the traitor. “Thank you,” I grit out. “Are you ready?”

“I was born ready,” he teases, and Skye laughs.

What happened to sisterly support? “I won’t be late.”

“You don’t have a curfew.” She’s going overboard throwing me under the bus.

“Payback is a bitch,” I mouth to her, and she rolls her eyes at me.

When he takes my hand in his, I almost stumble in my sky-high silver sandals, but Will pulls me close, stabilizing me. “Sorry. These heels hate uneven concrete.” The tiny spindles are nearly impossible to walk in, but I love the way they make my short legs look miles long. I attempt to put space between us, but he only tightens his hold.

“I could carry you to my house if you want,” he offers, and I stumble again. This time at his offer.

“That’s okay.” My voice sounds like a constipated squirrel. “Where are we going tonight?” That’s a safe conversation that doesn’t lead to me throwing myself at McJerk.

“I made you dinner at my house.”

Bad idea. Bad idea. Sirens go off in my mind as I stumble for the third time. He doesn’t even ask before lifting me against his hard body.

Chapter 5

Will

Fuck. She was made for me. Her luscious curves melt against my chest, sending all the blood in my body racing straight to my cock, and I almost stumble.

This gorgeous little doll stole my goddamn heart the first time we met. Now, I need to worm my way under her prickly exterior and win her heart.

I step into my kitchen and set her on her feet. “Why don’t you take off your shoes and get comfortable while I finish dinner.”

“That sounds great.” When she bends over to unhook each sandal, her luscious tits almost pop out of the top of her neckline, and I have to look away to keep my cock from erupting in my pants. “God, that is so much better.” Her delicate moan fills the kitchen, and I have to close my eyes and count backward from fifty to maintain control. I want to hear her moaning my name while I eat her sweet little pussy.

“I’m glad,” I croak out and open the oven to check my roast. Anything to distract myself from the tasty little morsel standing a few feet away. I stick the meat thermometer in it and turn back to my girl. “Would you like something to drink?”

“Do you have white wine?”


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