Too Bad So Sad Read Online Lani Lynn Vale (Simple Man #5)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Funny, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Simple Man Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 73192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
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“The vet said a Leonberger mix. They’re kind of like Saint Bernards, but they’re completely brown except for their faces, which are black—just like his,” I pointed out.

He grunted. “And just how big do these dogs get?”

I wanted to lie.

I did lie.

He just didn’t know whether to believe me or not.

“Oh, about fifty-five to sixty pounds,” I fibbed.

Tyler snorted. “Why is it that I don’t believe you?”

Because I’m lying!

“I don’t know.” I pulled my sopping t-shirt away from my chest, only just now aware that my nipples were prominent and I should’ve worn a bra.

Though admittedly, I hadn’t actually planned on getting wet today, so I hadn’t known that I would be needing a bra.

I mean, when you had boobs the size of mosquito bites—my brother’s words, not mine—bras were optional. Don’t want to wear a bra for three weeks? Sure, why the fuck not? No one will notice anyway.

That is, as long as they weren’t sexually attracted to me—and I hadn’t been soaking wet.

Unfortunately, Tyler was, in fact, sexually attracted to me and I was thoroughly wet, both inside and out, thanks to those hot eyes raking over my chest like he wanted to devour me.

“Tyler?” I asked, trying not to let his wet t-shirt get to me, like mine was doing to him.

He swallowed and his dark eyes met mine.

“Yeah?” he replied gruffly, still not taking his eyes off of my chest.

“Are you okay?” I questioned.

“I can’t do this anymore.”

“Can’t do wha—”

Before I could get him to clarify his statement, I found myself ass over tea kettle as he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. “I can’t do this looking but not touching thing anymore. I was never any good at it. Obviously, I’m still not any good at it.”

I would’ve laughed had I not been feeling the exact same way.

I’d been fighting my feelings for him for weeks now.

On one hand, I really did like him. But then he opened his mouth and reminded me why the thing we had between us would never work.

But, in the end, fighting something like the attraction we had for each other was damn near impossible.

I was in complete agreement with him. I couldn’t do the looking but no touching thing anymore either. I wanted him. Badly.

“You said only once,” I said, trying to sound like I was put out that he was changing his mind.

I wasn’t.

But he didn’t need to know that.

I wanted him just as much now as I’d wanted him the morning after our first sexual escapade.

In fact, spending the last few days staring at him, but not touching, was driving me wild.

There was only so much restraint a girl could have before the pot boiled over.

Apparently, the same went for men.

He didn’t answer me, though.

Instead, he walked through his back door, made sure to shut it behind him and instead of moving to the bedroom or the couch, went directly to his kitchen table.

My ass found the smooth granite of the tabletop and then his mouth was on mine.

I gasped, both from the coldness under my ass and the way his mouth felt like fire against mine.

Before I could catch my breath, he scooted my ass until it was on the edge of the table, pushed me back roughly until I was on my back and then unbuttoning, then yanking my shorts off in the next moment.

I was insanely happy that the shorts were loose. Otherwise, they’d have been ripped in his haste to get them off of me.

The wet denim went flying across the kitchen, landing on the dish rack next to the sink and knocking a pot and a cup of forks over into the empty basin.

The sound didn’t deter him in from the task at hand in the slightest.

Then again, I couldn’t have cared less about it, either.

Why did the loudest sound in history not faze me? Because Tyler was kneeling between my knees and sealing his mouth over my clit before I could blink or even react to any noise.

I gasped and arched up, my heels moving onto his shoulder blades for purchase.

“Oh, sweet baby Jesus,” I moaned, digging my heels in.

He didn’t chuckle or laugh. Hell, he didn’t even stop.

He kept licking me, swirling that talented tongue through my wetness and practically drinking me up.

Then I felt one of his blunt fingers surge inside of me and my entire ass came off the table as fireworks exploded inside of me.

My orgasm came on so fast and hard that I didn’t even have time to brace myself.

If I had, I wouldn’t have rolled off the table in my haste to get closer to his mouth.

Nor would I have landed directly on top of him in a heap.

Though, likely me landing on top of him had a lot more to do with his reflexes rather than my inability to fall gracefully.


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