Only One Chance (Only One #2) Read Online Natasha Madison

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Romance, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Only One Series by Natasha Madison
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Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 81745 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
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I walk around the car and get in, slamming the door. “That mouth of yours,” I say, starting the car, “is going to get you in a lot of trouble.”

“Promise?” She leans over and kisses my lips, slipping her tongue into my mouth. She lets me go a second later and goes back to her seat. “It’s just as good as it was inside.”

“Fireworks at Disney,” I say, putting my glasses on. I make my way over to one of the hottest spots in Dallas. When we pull up, the valet opens the passenger door for Layla, and I get out, walking around to grab her hand in mine. “Is this okay?” I ask, and she nods her head. We walk in, and the hostess smiles at me. I nod to her. “A table for two please.” She grabs two menus, and we walk into the dining room but see that most of the tables are taken. “Are there any tables outside?” She nods her head and walks outside to the almost empty dining area. “Can we have that table in the corner?” I ask, and she walks over to it. I grab the seat for Layla to sit down and then walk around to sit in front of her. She hands Layla a menu and then hands me mine. I open the menu, my stomach now growling. “I’m starving.”

“Me, too,” Layla says as she looks around. “Incoming,” she says, and two kids walk up to us.

“Sorry to bother you,” the little boy says, “but can we get a picture with you?”

I look at Layla, who smiles at them. “Sure,” I say and get up to crouch down. “Do you guys play hockey?” They both nod their heads.

“I can take the picture,” Layla says, getting up and grabbing the phone from one of them. “Smile,” she says and takes the picture. The kids walk away, saying how cool it was.

We order the food, and I talk to her about her week. We eat without being interrupted, and I hold her hand as we leave.

We stand here waiting for the car, and it happens. I knew it was going to happen when I walked through the dining room and saw a table of girls in the corner , and then the finger-pointing started. “Hi, can we get a picture?” the girl asks, and I just nod at her.

“Sure,” I say, leaning my head into her and smiling.

“Thank you,” she says, and I nod at her and then look at Layla.

“Manning taught me that,” I say, pointing. “The whole lean in with your head thing.”

“Did he?” she says, trying not to laugh. “I’m sure, after a while, it will look much better and less like you are afraid of women.”

“It does not look like I’m afraid of women,” I say, almost huffing out. “Okay, fine, I’m a bit stiff.” I open the car door for her when the valet stops the car.

“Thank you,” she says and then waits before she gets into the car. “For taking my feelings into consideration.” The wind blows her hair across her face.

“Thank you,” I say, bending down and kissing her lips. “For not throwing the coffee in my face.” She laughs now. “Do you want to go back to my house and see if we can get some fireworks going?”

I kiss her lips. “I have a firework in my pants that wants to go off,” I tell her. She pushes me away from her, then gets into the car. I get into the car and hold her hand as I make my way to her house. We walk into the house together, and the minute the door closes behind me, she is the one who is on me. As she pushes me against the wall, my hands fly to her ass, bringing her to me, and in the entryway, I attack her mouth. Her hands are all over me, my hands cupping her ass to pick her up as she wraps her legs around my waist, and I turn to put her back against the wall. Her pussy rubs my cock over our clothes, and both of us let each other go to moan. I look at her as her eyes flicker open. “I can’t think when I’m around you,” I tell her. I kiss her neck and then take off the scarf. “I have to woo you.”

“Considere me wooed,” she says, leaning in to suck my neck into her mouth. “Now, how about I see that firework you have in your pants?”

With a groan, I let her go. “I can’t believe these words are coming out of my mouth,” I tell her, kissing her again. Always wanting to kiss her. “I want to savor this.”

“I have a couple of places on me that need savoring.” She winks at me, and I turn and walk into the house as she tightens her legs around me. I walk over to the couch, and she slips off me. I shrug off my jacket to toss it to the side, and she does the same.



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