Truly Madly Deeply (Forbidden Love #1) Read Online L.J. Shen

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Forbidden Tags Authors: Series: Forbidden Love Series by L.J. Shen
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Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 153268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 766(@200wpm)___ 613(@250wpm)___ 511(@300wpm)
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My mouth fell open, my head lolling on the butcher block as I stared up at the ceiling while Row’s tongue disappeared between my folds, entering my narrow channel. A violent shudder ran through me. I fastened my fingers in the thick, dark strands of his hair, shuddering not only with pleasure but also with glee. I’d never been this intimate with a man before. This comfortable in my own skin.

I didn’t trust people.

I did trust Row. With my body. With my life. Just…maybe not with my heart.

That was the only organ I wanted to keep for myself.

He fucked me raw with his tongue while swirling his thumb over my clit. I gasped, tightening my grip on his hair. My muscles began to spasm, both from the way my legs were stretched open and an impending orgasm.

“So delicious. So fucking tight.” He kissed my inner thighs, biting softly, spreading my wetness over my skin, then diving back for another lick. He began kissing his way up my body, nibbling, kissing, and tonguing, toying with my clit using his thumb. “That first time I fucked you, I thought I was going to come before I was halfway in. I couldn’t believe my luck.”

My eyes prickled with tears because I knew how I’d treated him not even minutes later. How I’d discarded and belittled him because I couldn’t admit my feelings toward him to Dylan—to myself.

“Row…”

“Shh.” My orgasm seized me, a yelp of joy tearing through my mouth as my entire body tightened and froze, hardening like a clenched fist, and then all of a sudden, heat spread over my entire body as my muscles relaxed.

His lips skimmed up my stomach, tongue dipping into my belly button and swirling playfully as his fingers kept playing me like a piano, knowing all the chords, breathing life into me with music only we could hear. “I don’t want to talk about the past. I want to focus on the present. And what a lovely fucking present you are.” He tugged the thin strap of my sports bra, dragging it with a trembling hand until the sound of fabric tearing assaulted my ears. Every nerve ending in my body was ablaze, my core achingly empty, begging to be filled with him. He covered my puckered nipple with his mouth and traced the areola with the tip of his tongue. Christ almighty, I was going to combust right here on his station and win him a C from the health department for unsanitary conditions.

My eyes rolled in their sockets, stars exploding on the backs of my eyelids.

A knock on the door snapped us out of our trance. We both froze, bolting upright, our eyes meeting in horror.

“I…Chef?” I could practically hear Taylor awkwardly drawing circles with the tip of his shoe on the floor on the other end. “I forgot my headphones.” The door shook back and forth as Taylor tried to open it up, but it was locked from within.

“No fucking way I’m waiting another second to fuck you,” Row said, his eyes murderous. He flattened his entire palm against my pussy. My cunt dripped so much, it slicked his hand, making it slippery. That was when I realized…he had put something inside me. In my pussy. A…small zucchini?

“We’re closed,” Row grumbled, eyes still trained on me as I writhed and rocked back and forth while he slid the zucchini in and out of me, a sweaty, horny mess in his Adonis arms. “Fuck off, Chef.”

“But I—”

“Fuck. Off. I cannot stress this enough. If you value your job, you’ll get out of here,” Row barked. After a pause, he added, “I can still hear you breathing. I said get out!”

The squeaks of sneakers running along the oak floor sounded, evaporating as Taylor exited the restaurant. Row picked up a candy cane from his station, pushed my legs farther open, and grabbed my waist, scooting me to the edge. “I don’t like these.” He played with the candy cane like it was a pen between his fingers. “I find them culinarily offensive, but Rhy gave me one.”

“I like them.” I licked my lips. Did I, though? I had officially been reduced to hormones and flesh.

“Want to experiment?” Row cocked one thick, dark brow.

“Yeah,” I groaned. “I do.”

With our eyes still holding one another, he began slowly pushing the candy cane through my tight hole while still shoving the zucchini into me. It was peeled, so it felt sleek and lubed as it slid in and out of me effortlessly. I chased the cold, sticky sensation of it. “Just stretching you out, baby.” Row leaned between my legs to steal a dirty kiss full of tongue. “I want to make sure it fits. Can’t hurt you like last time.”

I nodded enthusiastically, wanting to be a good girl for him. To please him. The candy cane was now firmly inside my rectum, the hook poking outside for easy removal, like a tiny tail. The pressure felt delicious inside my ass. I was going to combust. I was sure of it. He moved the zucchini in and out of me, stretching my pussy, helping me get used to something bigger than my vibrator. “Is this okay, sweetheart?” He held the zucchini by the base, angling it up to hit my G-spot, making me shamelessly scoot down and chase more of it.



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