And Then There Was Collection Read Online Jenika Snow

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Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 54888 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
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The guy stared at me with glossy eyes, the smell of the scotch he’d been drinking surrounding him. But he wasn’t a young asshole who thought he was God’s gift to women, at least not the inexperienced, cocky kind. It was clear whatever tactic he was using right now had gotten him enough positive results that he kept pushing.

“Come on. Let me buy you a drink.” He reached out to touch my hand, but I moved out of the way just as I felt someone step up behind me.

“Pretty sure the lady isn’t interested. So for your well-being, might I suggest fucking off.”

It wasn’t phrased like a question, and I couldn’t help but feel that ever-present warmth bloom in me at the sound of Bishop’s baritone voice.

When the guy took the not so subtle hint and left, that's when I turned around and faced Bishop. I craned my head back to look into his face, a very feminine sigh leaving me at all the male perfection standing before me.

“Hey,” he said in an already aroused voice.

“Hey back.”

He took a step closer, not touching me but definitely caging me in. Then he glanced at where the guy had moved off to—thankfully the other end of the bar, but for how territorial and possessive Bishop was over me, the drunk should have just left. Bishop ground his jaw, the aggression toward the guy pretty loud and clear.

“Hey,” I said softly and reached up to cup his cheek. He glanced at me, and all that male-fueled hostility left as his expression softened. “Let’s not worry about him or anyone else.”

“Oh yeah?” He took another step closer, not even caring about me being his employee and showing some serious PDA in the next couple of seconds. “And why’s that? Seems like I should put his ass in its place for not taking the hint when a woman says she’s not interested.”

I couldn't help the little smile of appreciation that covered my lips. “You shouldn't worry about him or anyone else because you’re the one I love. You’re the one I’ll always be with.”

He growled low and placed his hands on the bar on either side of my arms, fully caging me in then, leaning his massive upper body forward and running the tip of his nose along the side of my neck. It took everything in me not to sigh and just let him have his way with me right here—screw who watched.

“Good. Because I would have gone all gladiator on his ass to prove the point that you're mine.” Bishop wrapped his hand around my waist, pulled me toward his tall, muscular body, and used his other hand to cup the back of my head.

And everything else faded away. The sound of the bar, the fact that there were bodies packed all around us… that we were in public.

Nothing else mattered but letting this man do whatever he wanted to me.

The only warning I got was the low growl that erupted from him before he slammed his mouth down on mine, speared his tongue between my lips, and mouth-fucked me in front of anyone who happened to be watching.

Bishop staked his claim. He marked his territory. And like every time Bishop touched me, I got lost in the moment. I was a slave to my desires—to this man and all the emotions he brought out in me.

This man was my everything … just like I was his everything.

And when he finally broke the kiss, I was left gasping for air and clutching him, not wanting him to stop.

He smirked, leaned in, and gave me a chaste kiss, then murmured against my lips, “And that's to let any asshole who thinks they can even talk to you know that you’re mine.”

All I could do was shake my head and grin up at him. “You’re something else; I’ll give you that.” I rose on my toes and kissed him now. “Good thing that's one of the reasons I love you so much.”

He gave my lips a nip, groaned as if not taking me right here was painful, then pushed away from me. He gave me a wink, and I watched as he stalked back behind the bar, mean-mugging the guy who’d “dared” talk to me, before slipping right back into the bartender role.

I sighed, felt my lips tingle, and knew I’d fall in love with Bishop more times than I could ever keep track of.

EPILOGUE ONE

Korrie

One year later

They said when it rained, it poured, and sure enough, that seemed to be what was going on in my life. Granted, not all of it was bad, not in the least. There’d been ups and downs—my father’s illness, the city life in general just wearing a human to the bone, but then I had Bishop, my job at Lyrics, and I was even thinking of going back to college, at least part-time.



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