The Ex (The Boss #4) Read Online Abigail Barnette

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Billionaire, Contemporary, Erotic, New Adult, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Boss Series by Abigail Barnette
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Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 121054 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 605(@200wpm)___ 484(@250wpm)___ 404(@300wpm)
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“Ian and I have already exchanged medical details,” Neil told us. “But, if the two of you would also like to see proof—”

“I don’t need to,” Gena said.

I echoed her, adding, “But I do want to use condoms for intercourse, at least.”

“That’s a necessity,” Ian agreed. “I’ve never done the snip, and we don’t need any awkward accidents.”

“I have an IUD,” Gena replied.

“Hey, me, too!” It was like we were in a club or something.

“Good, then we’ll all be double protected,” she said with a nod. I was glad that safety was important to them, too; it made me trust them more, overall.

Neil and I had decided beforehand that, if we ended up having sex with Ian and Gena, we wouldn’t do it in our bedroom. That was too intimate a space for experimentation with others. We chose instead to take them to the largest guest room on the second level. It was a lovely room with a California king and a sitting area with comfortable armchairs. Neil sent me off with Ian and Gena while he went to the toy cabinet for lube and condoms.

As we walked, Ian put his hand at the small of my back. “Are you nervous?”

“A little,” I admitted. “We’ve done threesomes, and that was awesome, so…”

“It’s going to be fun,” Gena promised. “There is nothing like watching your partner fuck someone else. Especially someone as cute as you,” she said with a wink.

“Here we are.” I stood beside the open bedroom door and gestured them inside. I was acutely aware of Gena’s facial expressions as she looked around. I hoped she didn’t find the decor lacking. Neil loved the warm oranges and brownish-reds of the room, but I was undecided. Gena didn’t look utterly revolted by it, so I breathed a sigh of relief. Being friends with an interior decorator was going to be nerve-wracking.

Ian took off his jacket and laid it across the back of one chair, then unbuttoned his sleeves and slid them up. He took a seat and toed his shoes off then stretched his long legs out in front of him. Gena leaned down to kiss him briefly then moved toward me. “Could you help me unzip?”

“Yeah, sure.” I’d helped Holli with zippers hundreds of times, so I couldn’t figure out why my fingers fumbled as I unzipped Gena, or why I couldn’t take my eyes off the skin that appeared in the widening gap.

Well, I suppose the fact that she was about to have sex with my fiancé had something to do with it.

“Thanks,” she said, making eye contact with me over her shoulder. Her eyes were the prettiest shade of blue.

“Sophie, why don’t you come here?” Ian asked, patting his knee. “Sit in daddy’s lap.”

“Don’t be gross!” Gena scolded him. “She’s going to think you’re a sleaze.”

“I am a sleaze,” Ian reminded her. Somehow, I couldn’t believe it of him. No matter what crude, disgusting thing might pop out of his mouth, it seemed funny and affectionate instead of obscene. I never got the feeling that he would continue with those remarks if I told him they made me uncomfortable.

I went to him and let him pull me down. He handled me with the same confidence as Neil always had; I wondered if that was something all older guys just instinctively did, because they’d had so much practice. I ended up in his lap without any stumbling or rearranging of limbs. I placed one hand against his chest to keep myself steady, and he caught it to bring me in closer, so that my side rested against his chest and shoulder. His body was a little softer than Neil’s, but he was still in good shape. Rich guy fifty was a lot younger than regular guy fifty.

Men were, however, always boys, no matter their age. I was convinced of it, because when Neil walked in and tossed an unopened pack of Magnums onto the bed, he said, “I’ve only got the extra large, I hope they’re not too baggy, Ian.”

Ian responded with two fingers raised in a V that I was pretty sure wasn’t meant as a peace sign.

“He’ll be just fine.” Gena stepped from her dress. Her bra and panties were pale pink lace that nearly blended in with her skin. She reached behind her to unfasten the band.

“Let me help you with that,” Neil said, and my heart leapt into my throat. Obviously, I had known that to have sex with Gena, Neil was going to have to touch her at some point. But already? Right now?

“Relax,” Ian murmured, his hand squeezing my arm. “It’s a shock at first.”

Neil unhooked Gena’s bra and slid the straps down her arms, dipping his head to kiss her shoulder. He cupped her breasts, and my stomach jumped at the sight of those hands I loved overflowing with her soft, flawless skin.


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