Loving February – The President’s Daughters Read Online M.K. Moore, ChaShiree M

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Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17407 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 87(@200wpm)___ 70(@250wpm)___ 58(@300wpm)
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“She is doing fine. She said the morning sickness hasn’t come yet.”

“Ah.”

“She wanted to know about our progress. She asked me if I had given any thought to the one name on the list.” Nodding my head I know which she is referring to. I mean, wouldn’t it be cool if he was her father?

“And what did you say?”

“I told her it couldn’t be. Right? I mean there is no way he would be the potential sperm donor to twelve kids, would he?” I don’t know. I am just as unsure as she is, but rather than let her stew in it, I have a bright idea.

“Hey, you know what, I have to go to the casino to appraise it. Why don’t we take advantage of it and have a good time.” Her entire face lights up.

“I have never been to a casino, but ever since I watched Ocean’s 11 I have always wanted to get dressed up and hit the tables. That’s what they call it, right?” She is so fucking adorable when she is thinking.

“Yeah, babe. That is what they call it. I will tell you what, I have to make some calls,” She gives me a look like, ‘duh, I was the one who scheduled them,’ and it makes me laugh. “When I am done, I am going to take care of everything, including our attire.” She bites her lip and wraps her arms around my neck.

“Like Pretty Woman?” I nod my head and kiss her strawberry-flavored lips, biting her bottom one before sliding my tongue into her mouth.

“Yes. Only the difference is I am not going to let you go.”

“Is this your idea of seduction, Mr. Ahearn?”

“Maybe. Is it working?” She hops into my arms and wraps her legs around my waist.

“Most definitely. Now get to work,” she says before dropping to her feet and sashaying her sexy ass out of the room. I have to adjust my cock, moving it to the side because when she is in the room, it is always trying to bust through my pants.

I work for a few hours until my client calls telling me to meet him on the casino room floor in two hours. Smiling because that is exactly the timeframe I needed, I tell him I will be there. As if I conjured them up, the bell rings, and I hear a squeal. Knowing exactly why she did that, I walk out of the room with my hands in my pockets to a room filled with racks of dresses and a stylist complete with someone to do her hair and makeup, depending on what she chooses to wear.

I watch her cheesing from ear to ear, moving clothes after clothes, not realizing I am in the room watching her. I am simply enjoying the happiness on her face. That is what I aim for every day of our lives. Suddenly, she turns and sees me. Her eyes brighten, shining with elation, before she runs across the room and launches herself into my arms; I hold her under her ass and laugh when she peppers my face with kisses.

“Are you happy, beautiful?” She looks at me like I am crazy before, finally, her kiss lands on my lips.

“I am, Con. Thank you so much for making this entire experience so amazing.” God, this girl is going to make my chest hurt.

“I’m happy I can do that for you, baby. Now, we have two hours to get ready and be on the casino floor. Get busy.” She smiles once more before her feet touch the floor. I watch her walk away and feel my chest thumping with love. Fuck I love her so much.

Exactly an hour and a half later, I walk into the room to tell her we have to leave and before I can get the words out, the breath is taken from my lungs and replaced with a possessive rage. She sees me in the mirror and turns. “Is it time?” I nod my head, unable to speak until she stands up and then the words are readily available.

“What the hell are you wearing?” I growl, rushing at her. She has on this little red dress that hugs her in all the right places for my eyes only, but the wrong places for all the limp dick assholes who are going to be there. The dress hits mid-thigh, and the gold-glittered shoes bring more than enough attention to her long, thick legs. Her hair is up with little tendrils framing her perfect face.

I am standing in front of her an inch apart, and my body is jacking up to take her right now. I need her to go to the casino floor with my come running down her leg. Reaching for her, I kiss her possessively.

“What’s up? I thought we had to go?”



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