Billionaire Alpha Romance: The Proposal (Mature Gentlemen Book 2)

by Maurice Bedard

  "ωραία", είπε. Και τότε, χωρίς να αφήσουμε τον εαυτό της να λαμβάνουν αρκετό χρόνο να σκεφτούν μέσω και βρείτε το φόβο, είπε, "περισσότερο".

  Ότι αναμένει - ίσως ήθελε - να crash απέναντί της σαν ένα ocean wave εξάρθρωση στην παραλία, αλλά αυτό δεν ήταν το τι συνέβη. Μετακόμισε αργά, μοιραία, αλλά σταθερά. Εκείνος που αλιεύονται τα χείλη ξανά με το στόμα του, το πηδάλιο εξομάλυνσης την επιστροφή σε αυτό το χέρι του πήραν το ξανά, αλλά αυτή τη φορά έπεσε κάτω στο κύπελλο η καμπύλη της ass, την ανύψωση του ισχίου.

  Θα περιμέναμε για λίγο ντροπή να ανεβαίνουν για τον τρόπο με τον οποίο το σώμα φαινόταν. Έψαχνε ξεκίνησε έλεγχο ότι είχε χάσει τους μυς των περασμένων ετών, κινούνται σαφώς προς την κατεύθυνση να γίνει μία από τις παλιές γυναίκες που έμοιαζε με δέρμα τσάντα των οστών, αντί του Old Lady χοντρά. Roger είχε βρεθεί το απολαυστικό να jeer στο έργο της, σχολιάζοντας ότι μπορούσε να χώσουν τα μάτια του με την πατούρα λεπίδες. Αλλά αν ο Τζάκσον σκέφτηκα τίποτα, δεν λέω τίποτα. Και συγκλονιστικά, η αηδία δεν έρχονται. Ναι, ήταν 50 ετών. Ναι, τα στήθη χαλαρώσει περισσότερο, και το δέρμα ήταν διαλυτικό και υπήρχαν σημεία όπου έψαχνε είχε επιπλέον μαξιλαράκι και δεν το έκανε. Αλλά ήταν ακόμα τον εαυτό της, και βρήκε την ενδιαφέρουσα, όπως ακριβώς ήταν.

  Ήταν ένα πρωτοποριακό αίσθηση. Μεθυστικές αρκετό ότι ολοκλήρωσε τα χέρια γύρω από τον λαιμό και να αρθεί η ίδια να φιλάει τον πίσω με μεγαλύτερη δύναμη και περισσότερο ενδιαφέρον.

  Τέλος, τέλος, ο ραγισμένος μόλις λίγο. Εκείνος που εισπνέεται απότομα, και στη συνέχεια τα χέρια ανυψώνονται, ρυθμίζει τη μετωπική κάτω από την άκρη του τραπεζιού. Οι μηροί διάδοσης για να κάνει χώρο για αυτόν, και δεν χάνετε στιγμή αυτό χώρο μεταξύ τους. "Αυτή τη στιγμή", επανέφεραν την εναντίον της στόμα, μετά ελαφρά προς το πλάι, φιλιούνται την jawline και ανίχνευσης θερμαινόμενη διαδρομή έως το ακουστικό πόρο, "δεν έχετε μια ιδέα για το πόσο μακριά μπορεί να σας αρέσει για να πάτε;".

  "Όσο είστε πρόθυμοι να λάβουν," είπε ψυθιριστά και εκείνος πάγωσε για λίγο. Μόνο ένα, και τότε είχε πατήσει το ακόμα πιο σταθερά. Φορούσε υποφτέρνια στον πυθμένα, και μπορούσε να αισθανθείτε κάθε γραμμή του σκληρού, άκαμπτο αμάξωμα εναντίον της.

  Εκείνος τραβιέται πίσω λίγο να δούμε στο μάτι. "Πόσο καιρό έχει για σας;".

  Θεώρησε την μάγουλα ξεπλύνετε. "χρόνια", ανέφερε. Εκεί ήταν η ντροπή. Έψαχνε είναι γνωστό ότι θα κάνουν την εμφάνισή τους, νωρίτερα ή αργότερα.

  Ο κατένευσε καταφατικά, τα μάτια του κλείνοντας για λίγο και, στη συνέχεια, ήταν το χαμόγελο. "Είναι σαν να έχω ένα προφυλακτικό στην πλάτη μου τσέπη ούτως ή άλλως. Είμαι σίγουρος", είπε, και πήρε μια σύντομη στιγμή πατήστε το χέρι του κατά την επικόλληση, αφήνοντας την αίσθηση του πρόθυμοι θερμότητα από το Σώμα, ότι "μπορούμε να καταλήξουμε σε κάτι".

  Εκείνη την μετατοπισμένης ισχία, και τα μάτια του όλα, αλλά πίσω από το κεφάλι του. "Είμαι βέβαιος ότι μπορούμε", είπε, και υπερηφάνεια που ακολουθείται από τα λόγια της. Είχε κάνει να νιώθει ιδιαίτερη. Είχε κάνει τον ανακοίνωσης της. Ήταν απίστευτο.

  Εκείνος την πατημένο προς τα κάτω, έτσι ώστε να ήταν ξαπλωμένος στο τραπέζι, τα πόδια του άξονα είναι ανοιγμένα ανοικτή για αυτόν. Ότι άκουσε τον ήχο θραύσης πιατικά, καθώς πιέζεται σε αυτήν, και ότι δεν ενδιαφερόταν. Δεν υπήρχε τίποτα που θα μπορούσε να σπάσει, ότι δεν μπορούσε να αντικαταστήσει, εκτός για αυτή τη στιγμή.

  Το στόμα του ακολούθησε κάτω το λαιμό της vee της sweater και, στη συνέχεια, όταν εκείνος κατένευσε καταφατικά, πατημένο το sweater έως πιπέρι φιλιά από την κοιλιά. Αυτός έσπρωξε τον sweater τριτοβάθμιας και άδειο πιάτο στο χώρο μεταξύ της στήθη. Μέσω της bra, φίλησε την θηλές και ότι άκουσε ένα μαλακό έβριζε whimper ότι εξεπλάγη να συνειδητοποιήσουμε προερχόταν από αυτήν.

  Ήταν υπέροχο, αλλά δεν ήταν αυτό που ήθελε.

  "στο στόμα σας," είπε murmured, εκτελώντας τα δάχτυλα πάνω από το μαλακό, κοντά-cut μπούκλες. "Μπορώ να έχω το στόμα σας;".

  Ότι έκλιναν και φαινόταν σε εκείνη, ότι γελούσε λάμψη ξανά τα μάτια του. "Και όταν θέλετε το στόμα μου;".

  Είπε blushed οργισμένα. "ξέρετε πού".

  "Είμαι αρκετά σίγουρος", είπε, και ο ισχία ταρακούνησε εναντίον της, την δημιουργία μια αργή και σταθερή εγγραφή βαθιά μέσα της. "Αλλά τι να κάνω αν είμαι λάθος? Ι θα μπορούσε να βλάψει τα συναισθήματά σας. Ή να προσβάλουν εσάς! Δεν θέλω να το κάνω. Πρέπει να είμαι σίγουρος ότι δεν είμαι κάνει λάθος".

  Τα δάχτυλά του ελαφρά μεταξύ τους, το βούρτσισμα κατά μήκος του ανοίγματος της και εκείνη έστεκαν σοκ στο ξέσπασμα των συγκινήσεων. Είχε δεν είχε εντελώς αδιάφορος στο σεξ, και έψαχνε να απολαύσετε μια περιστασιακή, πολυτελές μπάνιο, και είχε γεννηθεί σε μια εποχή όταν τα κορίτσια είχαν ενθαρρυνθεί, τουλάχιστον λίγο, μπορείτε να εξερευνήσετε τα σώματά τους και να βρώ τι ένιωσα καλά. Έψαχνε κόψτε δοντιών στο Σώμα μας, μας εαυτοί, μετά από όλα αυτά.

  Passion for the Bear

  White Spirit Bear Romance

  By: Michelle Hart

  Prologue: />
  Reeling from grief, Amanda decides to take a vacation to her parents’ mountainside cabin in the woods outside of Seattle, Washington. While visiting the nearby town, she meets a handsome young man named Dylan, but he has a deep secret.

  One night, out on a date, Amanda finds out that Dylan can shape shift into a bear, but not just any bear. He shifts into a super rare and powerful white Spirit Kermode Bear. This is also the same night that she reveals to Dylan that she’s a virgin.

  She also learns that the local clan of rival bear shifters are committed to stopping the white spirit bears from expanding their territory. After a few days, she finds herself right in the middle of the conflict.

  Amanda is faced with a choice. She can stay out of the fight and lose Dylan forever, or she can fight with him and maybe lose something of her own.

  Chapter 1

  Amanda sat on an uncomfortable wooden pew in the old Seattle church. She wasn’t even sure what the denomination was. Her father hadn’t been religious, so it didn’t really matter. His casket was about fifteen feet in front of her.

  The spray of lilies was beautiful, the white contrasting against the dark wood grain of the casket. She still couldn’t believe he was really gone.

  His death was unexpected. A car crash. She was in class when it had happened. Her mother had called and she had stepped into the hallway to take the phone call. The professor had given her a somewhat dirty look when her phone had started to ring. In the hallway, her mother had spoken the words that every child dreads.

  “Amanda,” she had said, through obvious tears.

  “Yeah,” Amanda had said quietly, almost hesitantly. It was like she had known before she’d even been told.

  “It’s your father,” her mother had said, and that was all it had taken. Amanda had dropped her phone as the hallway had started to close in on her. Her breath had grown shallow and she’d fought for oxygen.

  That same feeling was coming back to her, sitting in the church now. She tried to steady her breathing. One, two, three, four, she counted. It wouldn’t be long before the family would gather in another room.

  “Amanda?” She heard her mother’s voice behind her.

  She turned and forced a smile, trying to pretend she was strong and unaffected.

  Her mother came and sat beside her, taking her hand.

  “I can’t believe it,” her mother said after a long silence.

  “I know,” Amanda said back.

  “It seems like it wasn’t that long ago that your father and I met for the first time when I came to Seattle for vacation in college.”

  Amanda turned to face her mother.

  “You’ll fall in love, Amanda. I don’t want you to give up on that.”

  Her mother smiled at her through her pain. Tears welled in her mother’s eyes as she squeezed Amanda’s hand more tightly.

  Amanda resisted the urge to tell her mom that she didn’t care if she ended up dying alone. She had never had a boyfriend and was still a virgin. The most she’d ever done was kiss her prom date in her senior year, and that wasn’t even with her tongue. Amanda was used to being overlooked because she was a little bit bigger.

  She just smiled at her mom and squeezed her hand back.

  “Is it okay if I go up to the cabin after this is over?” she asked her mother.

  “By yourself?” her mom asked.

  They usually went to the cabin outside of Seattle together as a family. Amanda wanted the solitude, though. She thought it might be somewhat healing. She needed to get out of the city anyway.

  “Yeah, for a couple of weeks maybe,” Amanda said.

  She’d dropped all of her classes when she’d found out about her dad’s passing. So why not take advantage of her time off? It would be good for her to be away from everyone.

  “I guess that’s fine,” her mom said and smiled at her.

  “Thanks, mom,” Amanda said and hugged her mother.

  “It’s about time we head back to the family room. It’s almost two,” her mom said, glancing at her watch.

  Amanda nodded and the two of them rose from the church pew. They made their way out of the sanctuary and back towards the room where everyone was waiting on them. Amanda took a deep breath and steeled herself for the influx of condolences, and then she opened the door.

  Chapter 2

  Amanda drove through forested roads outside of Seattle, trying to remember which turn off led to her family’s cabin in the woods. She slowed down as she approached each sign, causing other drivers to honk and pass her.

  “Screw you, too!” she yelled at the car currently buzzing rudely past her.

  Finally, she saw some familiar markers and knew that she was approaching the road she needed to turn on. When she reached it, she went right and followed the winding little road that led directly up to the cabin. The trees parted as she got closer and soon she could see the two-story log-style building looking back at her.

  She turned off her car and got out, grabbing her bags from the back seat. Her boots crunched as she walked over the gravel and up the steps to the front door. She quickly found her key and unlocked the door. She stepped in.

  The place still smelled new even though it had been built five years prior. She went up the stairs and quickly found the room that was hers.

  The walls were wooden, just like any log cabin. There were a couple of posters from when she’d been younger. She’d just never taken them down. One was of her favorite pop singer and the other was of one of her favorite movies.

  She threw her bags down at the foot of the bed and took in her surroundings. She needed to go grocery shopping and get some food for the next couple of weeks.

  Amanda went back to the car and headed towards the little town of Mountain View. She quickly found the little mom and pop grocery store on Main Street and parked.

  After about an hour, she’d gotten everything she needed in the way of food and supplies. She was walking towards the register when a little kid darted in front of her, zipping between her and the cart and tripping her in the process. She fell hard onto the linoleum floor and fought the urge to rip the kid a new one. She cursed under her breath.

  “Let me help you,” said a deep voice.

  She looked up to see a large hand extended towards her. She took it.

  When she stood, the guy that had helped her up was towering over her and she looked up to meet his eyes.

  They were brown with flecks of gold throughout the irises. He was muscular and tanned. He ran a hand through his sandy brown hair that fell just above the shoulder. He looked more like he belonged on a beach with a surfboard than in this grocery store in a tiny town in Washington.

  Amanda struggled for the appropriate words. She was never good with guys. She never knew what to say like other girls did.

  “Thanks,” was all she could manage. She smiled and looked away self-consciously.

  “The name’s Dylan,” said the tall guy.

  “Amanda,” she said.

  “You a tourist?”

  “Sort of. My parents—my mom has a cabin up here,” Amanda said, getting nervous in his presence. She wanted nothing more than to dart as fast as that little kid had back to her car and get out of there.

  “What are you doing for dinner, Amanda?” asked Dylan with a crooked grin that revealed two rows of perfect white teeth. They gleamed in the fluorescent lights and contrasted beautifully with his skin.

  “Probably just going to fix something,” she said.

  “Why don’t you meet me for dinner down at the diner at the end of the block?”

  She froze. Was he asking her out on a date? Surely that wasn’t what he had in mind.

  “I’ll see you at eight,” he said with that crooked grin. He walked off towards the back of the store evidently intent on doing some of his own grocery shopping.

  Amanda looked over her shoulder to watch him walk away. She felt butterflies flapping their wings desperately inside of her stomach. Finally, she turned back
and went towards the checkout line with a wide smile on her face.

  Chapter 3

  At about seven that evening, Amanda tried on virtually everything she’d brought with her, and none of it was appropriate for a date. Hell, she hadn’t even considered the possibility of being asked on a date by anyone. That was the last thing on her mind. She felt a little guilty to be enjoying herself already on a trip where she’d meant to spend her time alone.

  She shook off the feeling and grabbed a pair of jeans, a tank top, and a hoodie. She threw them on and looked at herself in the mirror. The jeans hugged her curves and the tank top showed off her breasts. The hoodie covered her up a little. She was self-conscious. She still didn’t even know if this was a real date. What if he stood her up? What if it was a joke?

  Amanda thought about not showing up. She imagined him being disappointed rather than her. It would be a role reversal that she wasn’t familiar with. But what if she went? What if it went really well? She bit her lip thinking about it. Oh well, she concluded. If it was awful at least she was going home in a couple of weeks and she wouldn’t have to see him again.