Contempt (Coastal Elite #3) Read Online Sam Mariano

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, New Adult Tags Authors: Series: Coastal Elite Series by Sam Mariano
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Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 155405 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 777(@200wpm)___ 622(@250wpm)___ 518(@300wpm)
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I sigh with defeat as he pushes a finger into me.

Fuck.

“I swore I wasn’t going to let you distract me with sex.”

“Then you set yourself up for failure. Good job, bookworm,” he murmurs, pushing his finger deeper into my body.

A light bulb goes off in my head belatedly. “Bookworm. You called me that when you were pretending to be Javi.”

He nods, sliding a second finger into me. “I called you that in person once, too, to see if you’d catch it. I dropped you a couple of other hints, too. You missed them.”

“Damn. I guess I was off my game,” I murmur, my eyes drifting closed as he curls his finger and teases my clit.

“Almost like someone had you distracted,” he murmurs teasingly.

My head lolls back, arousal tempting me to give up the fight and just enjoy what he’s doing to me.

Amusement thick in his tone, he leans down to kiss my jaw while he finger fucks me. “Maybe I’m not such a dumb jock after all.”

“I never called you that,” I mutter, though I’m not even sure it’s true. He makes me mad a lot. I probably did say that at some point.

“Maybe not to my face,” he says wryly.

I can’t help smiling as his kisses reach the corner of my mouth. “Whatever insult I flung your way, you more than earned it.”

“That’s all right. You run your mouth all you want. Just know I’ll punish your little ass for it.”

His suggestive tone makes my body hum. “Oh, no. Not a punishment,” I say, my tone flat. “Anything but that.”

Landon grins against my mouth when his kisses finally reach my lips. “Who knew Parker Johansson would be such a freak,” he murmurs against them.

“You know what they say. It’s always the quiet ones.”

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“How are your muffins?”

I’m sitting at the counter with Landon enjoying some strawberry-topped oatmeal when my phone lights up with a text from Hannah.

Frowning as I read it, I drop my spoon and grab the phone to text her back. “What muffins?”

“Landon didn’t give you the muffins?”

I’ve been so busy with my life blowing up, I haven’t even had time to loop Hannah in on what’s been happening.

Looking over at Landon sitting next to me, looking sexy as all hell in his workout clothes, I show him the phone. “What’s she talking about? What muffins?”

He glances at the screen initially, but then he stops when I ask the second question. “I smashed them.”

My eyes widen. “You had Hannah muffins in your possession and you smashed them?”

Unapologetically, he says, “Like I’m the motherfucking Hulk. It was right after you told ‘Javi’ you’d meet him on the beach. I was mad.”

“How dare you.”

He shrugs. “At least I didn’t smash ’em against your tits this time.”

“I mean, that would have been more enjoyable. Then you could have licked me clean.”

He smirks. “Tell her to make more. I’ll pay her double.”

That makes me snicker as I text her back. “She charged you?”

“Damn right she charged me.”

“That’s hilarious. Hannah never asks people to pay for her baked goods.”

“What can I say? She must really like me.”

A moment later, Hannah texts back. “Sure did. Gave him the bad boyfriend discount. I’ll make more and give them to you directly.”

“Thank you, my beautiful muffin making angel.”

“Why do you do that?” Landon asks.

I look over, surprised to see him reading my texts. “That’s shady. Do what?”

“Flirt with her.”

My eyes widen slightly. “I don’t flirt with her. We’re friends. When girls are friends, they say nice things to each other. It’s basically the opposite of boy friendship.”

He rolls his eyes. “All I’m saying is you’ve never called me your beautiful muffin making angel.”

“You’ve never made me muffins or been an angel. And I tell you how hot you are all the time.” I put the phone down and pick my spoon back up. “Besides, Hannah lives with people who do their best to tear her down at every turn. As her friend, I consider it my responsibility to give her little boosts to make sure she never forgets they’re pieces of shit and she’s amazing.”

“She should move out.”

I nod my agreement. “I’ve been running a campaign to get her to move into the pool house, but I haven’t had much success. I know it’s Hannah, and she’s not one to get off the ship she’s emotionally attached to even if she knows it’s sinking, but I really think that house is more of a noose around her neck than anything at this point.”

His eyebrows rise. “I didn’t mean here. Why don’t you let her move into your old house instead? Not like we need to sell it. I think Dad already paid it off, so as long as she paid the utilities… frankly, I’d be willing to pay them for her if it keeps her out of my pool house.”



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