Never Bargain with the Boss (Never Say Never #5) Read Online Lauren Landish

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Funny Tags Authors: Series: Never Say Never Series by Lauren Landish
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Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 137077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 685(@200wpm)___ 548(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
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“Unceremoniously dumped me to the floor, mid-orgasm?” she suggests most unhelpfully. “Yeah, can’t say that’s been my favorite start to a day.”

Shock, horror, and embarrassment all rush through me because that is quite the succinct way of describing exactly what I did. But she’s grinning like this is hilarious.

I scrub a hand over my face and let out a sigh of absolute suffering. “Can we just pretend that didn’t happen?”

Riley laughs doubtfully. “I can try. But it’s kinda like cooking, you know?” She cuts her eyes to the stove, where the pancake pan and omelet pan are still sitting.

My brows jump together because I most certainly do not know what’s like cooking. “What is?”

Her grin goes mischievous. “I can do it myself, and usually do. But sometimes it’s nice to go to a restaurant, sit back, and let someone else handle dinner… or ‘breakfast’, as the case may be.” She throws up her fingers in air quotes, like I might be so stupid as to think, by ‘breakfast’, she means the pancakes and not the orgasm. “It’s like a treat, and everything’s better when it’s special.”

My mouth drops open slightly. Is she…? Does she mean…? When she bats her lashes at me, teasing me mercilessly, I shake my head. I think I was wrong. She’s not a fairy. She’s a devil with a fairy’s hair. The thought has me growing hard in my jeans, which is an uncomfortable and surprising development. It’s been less than an hour since I came so hard my eyes crossed, and yet, I’m almost ready to go again.

I grit my teeth, forcing my lips to turn down into a frown, because her analogy makes me want to laugh. Which is weird. I can honestly say I’ve never felt amusement and arousal in the same breath. They tend to be singularly felt emotions for me. But Riley’s mixing me all up in other ways, so why not a little emotional discombobulation too? Hell, throw in some annoyance too, just for shits and giggles.

“Sometimes, cooking for yourself is the better, safer, smarter choice. Restaurants can be dangerous places.” I look pointedly between the two of us, hoping this convoluted analogy is clearer to her than it is to me. The point is, we can’t fuck, and I think that’s obvious to us both.

She pushes back from the island and walks behind me. My spine goes straight and stiff as I pray. But am I praying for her to do something or do nothing and pretend the way I asked her to? I’m not sure.

When I feel her breath on my ear, I know which prayer I was secretly sending up. “The problem is, danger has a really big dick and it’s been a long time since I’ve been to a restaurant.”

That sentence would make anyone who heard her scratch their head in confusion because it’s complete nonsense, but what I hear is that Riley wants my dick, and that’s all the sense I need.

RILEY

Back away from the hungry lion. That’s what I should do, but instead I find myself poking it with a big stick. Even more than I did this morning.

Get dressed for outside temps. Meet in the kitchen in twenty minutes.

It’s several hours after breakfast when I send the text to both Cameron and Grace, expecting both excitement and confusion. And maybe a few excuses about why this is a bad idea. Those’ll come from Cameron, of course. But I’m not letting him off that easily, not after what happened.

This morning was a clusterfuck of epic proportions on both our parts, but I refuse to let it send us into some backslide toward awkwardness and avoidance when we’ve been doing so well. So my plan is to do exactly what Cameron suggested—pretend it never happened. It was just one admittedly awesome moment of weakness.

No big deal, I think. Just a little-bitty, teeny-tiny oopsie. Granted, one that still has my body vibrating like a plucked guitar string, but I’m choosing to ignore that.

Because as much as Cameron and I could use a distraction, Grace needs one today.

She’s my ace in the hole. Cameron can argue all he wants and pretend he has work to do in an attempt to avoid me, but as soon as I say it’s for Grace’s benefit, he’ll cave like the doting father he is. I’m counting on it. And if not, I’ll bring out the big guns… which I haven’t exactly figured out yet, mostly because I don’t think I’ll need them.

Tears? Guys hate it when women and children cry and will do anything to stop the leaking.

Hopefully, it won’t come to that, but if it does, I’ll poke myself right in the eye to draw out some good waterworks. Anything for Grace! I realize now that she’s got me wrapped around her finger too. Sneaky, sweet girl.



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