Husband Trouble (Bad For Me #5) Read Online Lindsey Hart

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Erotic Tags Authors: Series: Bad For Me Series by Lindsey Hart
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Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 77793 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
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My ovaries and heart explode at the same time. My legs turn to goo, and my body follows suit to the tune of jelly mess style. “Shoes? Is that a thing for you? I’m afraid I don’t have very many, and the ones I do have aren’t very exciting.”

“That was a bad example. I should have said in the fridge with ham, but that sounds dangerous. If you want to include ham, though, I’d be okay with that.”

“No, I don’t want to include ham. It was just a hypothetical thing,” I say with a slight grimace.

He grins. His lips are a little bit swollen from kissing me, and they’re plusher and plumper than usual. Mine probably look the same. They certainly feel like they look the same. My face is burning, too, from his delicious whisker stubble chin and cheek rasp.

I swear that for as long as I live, I’ll think about this moment. I’ll never be able to look at ham the same way again without imagining Orion eating it off my very naked body.

“I think I’ve made my choice. Wait, no, not think. I know. I want you to stay,” I tell Orion.

“I can stay and still keep things clean. Like sleep on the couch, exercise control and restraint, and keep watch the way I did at the treehouse.”

I know for a fact that of all the things in the world, that would certainly kill me. “Alright, I’ll be more specific. I want you to sex me on every surface of my apartment.”

“Gah.” He shudders, but it’s an I’m about to lose control and become a barely restrained beast kind of shudder.

I step closer, and he hauls me up against him and kisses me furiously. He backs me up against the wall, and I don’t know if that would have been my first choice, but being nestled between his strong thighs becomes the ultimate fantasy, especially with that bulge of his pressing into my belly, his hands running over the length of my arms to gently pin them over my head while his body does the rest, trapping and caging me, and his mouth plundering mine.

It’s amazing how people take walls for granted. They’re for so much more than just shelter and structure, strange paint choices, and hanging artwork.

Orion very gently holds my wrists with one hand, and I let him, whimpering against his mouth until he tears his from mine. I still whimper, the sound turning into little gasps of pleasure as he suckles my throat. He kisses me at the hollow of my neck before he drags his face lower, creating a whisker burn that my skin is probably going to feel for days, which I’m more than fine with, and starts to tug at the buttons of my blouse. With. His. Teeth.

My legs just about give out, but his legs, which are so solid and thick and muscled that they could probably easily support treehouses of their own, stop me from falling over. The first button on my blouse pops free, followed by another and another. My chest is heaving up and down, and with each rapid breath, I get a little taste of more sting from his stubble, and it sets my skin on fire. In turn, it sets my belly on fire, which sets me on fire between my legs.

“Holy fubasculator,” I whimper.

“Do I want to know what that is?” His breath is hot against the tops of my breasts.

“It’s a good thing. It’s like a hairy bear combined with a unicorn, a kitten, and a narwhale, and it has all the best attributes of each one. I made it up.”

“That’s hot.” He peels my blouse away with his teeth. “So are you. Literally.” His tongue sensually laves the top of my breasts, and I buck helplessly against the wall.

“That’s because I have blue lady balls. It’s been, um, a good long time since I’ve let anyone do this to me. I find that solo acts work just as well.”

He grunts. “I’d like to prove you wrong on that.”

I’m sure he will. Actually, I’m sure that if I do this with him, I’m going to be ruined for doing it with anyone else, ever. But I don’t want to think about that. I don’t want to think about anyone else. I’m scared of the future. I’m scared of there being a future with someone in it who I have to depend on, someone who might let me down and who could hurt me and cause the kind of hurt that claws me apart and leaves me bleeding out. I’m scared, but maybe I’m even more afraid of letting Orion leave and never taking that chance. I’m scared of a life so unlived that I become less than a shadow of everything I was meant to be, could have been, and should have been.


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