The Stand-In (Single in Seattle #5) Read Online Kristen Proby

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Single in Seattle Series by Kristen Proby
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Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 82951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
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“I feel better,” she admits and leans into me once more. “Now, I feel like I can relax. Also? Your mom is the best. I wish I had a mom that gave good advice like that.”

“Do you know what I don’t want to talk about?”

“What?”

“My mom.”

She laughs and reaches up to cup my face in her hand. “Okay, we don’t have to talk about your mom. Let’s get settled and find something to eat. I’m hungry.”

“Good plan. Let’s scout out this place. It has six bedrooms.”

“Six bedrooms?” London echoes with a laugh. “That’s a lot of space for just two people.”

We scout out all of them, and I decide right here and now that I’ll make love to her in every bed in the place. I’ll tip housekeeping extra well.

It’ll be damn worth it.

“These windows,” she breathes when we reach the main suite upstairs. The windows match the ones in the living area, giving us a spectacular view of the mountains. “I could just sit here for hours and watch the snow. Look! It’s starting to fall now.”

Flakes fall lazily outside, and it makes me grin. “There’s a hot tub on that balcony. We could sit out there while it snows. Naked.”

Her eyes narrow on me. “As long as it’s a private balcony.”

I walk to her slowly. “I don’t give a shit who sees, but yes, it’s private.”

“I give a shit,” she responds. “I don’t need my tits on the front of a tabloid.”

“Right.” I shake my head and frown. “Why do I sometimes forget that you’re you? When we’re together, you’re London, the woman I can’t get enough of, and it sometimes slips my mind that you’re London Ambrose. One of the most recognizable people in the world.”

“Because when I’m with you, I am just me, Drew. I don’t have to try. I don’t have to be on. It’s actually really refreshing and one of the things that I love about being with you.”

She lifts an eyebrow and tugs my shirt out of my jeans, pushing her hand under it and over my skin while humming in her throat.

“I love your warm skin,” she murmurs and tickles my stomach with her fingertips. “Your abs are hot, Drew.”

“I’m glad you approve.” Unable to hold back any longer, I guide her backward until she’s pressed against the wall, and I squat before her, tuck my finger in the waistband of her leggings, and pull them down, over her hips and legs. She braces herself on my shoulders as I tug them off her feet and toss them aside.

As I stand, I pull her sweater up and over her head, discarding it with her leggings. With the flick of my fingers, her bra is gone, and my mouth is fastened to her nipple as my hand journeys down her torso and between her legs, where I find her already slick and ready for me.

“Get it off,” she says, suddenly in a rush, tugging at my own clothes. “Take them all off, now.”

Happy to oblige, I strip out of my jeans and shirt and my underwear and socks, and then I boost her up against the wall, and she greedily wraps her arms and legs around me as I push inside of her heat and begin to pound her. Her fingers dive into my hair and fist there, tugging almost painfully as I ram myself into her, over and over again, watching her eyes, so bright with lust, go glassy as her orgasm makes its way through her. She contracts around me, massaging me in the most delicious way until I have no choice but to follow her over.

We’re slick with sweat when I lower her to the floor and brace myself on my hands on either side of her head, breathing hard. Breathing her in.

“Four days,” I say around my heavy breaths. “I plan to do this for four days.”

“Good plan.” She pats my shoulder, but her hand slides off from the sweat. “We need a shower before we’re fit for mixed company.”

“Good idea.”

With renewed energy, I toss her over my shoulder and slap her ass as I stomp into the bathroom. She lets out a yelp and then a loud laugh.

“I’m capable of walking, you know, you big caveman.”

“This way, I have you right where I want you.”

Chapter 14

London

I didn’t think I was a fan of shower sex.

Boy, did Drew prove me wrong.

Twice.

“You know, the thought of having sex in the shower has always intimidated me.” I press my hand to my wet, naked chest, trying to catch my breath as I lean against the tile of the enormous shower. We could easily host a party of ten in this space.

“Why?” He’s leaning with his hands pressed to the wall over me, shielding me from some of the shower spray.

“I don’t know. It just did.”


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