Boy Wife 6 - Wife For Life Ebook Tooltip Ebooks kunnen worden gelezen op uw computer en op daarvoor geschikte e-readers. Boy Wife, #6

At her most vulnerable, pursued by the police and hounded by reporters, Cindy still has her eye fanatically on the prize: a fresh start for her and her boyfriend.
In her final days in the spotlight, she goes for broke, digging in every wound from her past, burning every bridge, taking revenge on anyone who'd ever wronged her.
The only thing left to do is to skip town with Blake Connor, the most wanted, hated and scandalized billionaire in the state.

She's made the man of her dreams; finally ready to be his wife for life...

This is a 31,000 word novella, featuring explicit scenes of interracial, rough BDSM, oral, anal, masturbation, phone sex, risky public sex, menage, and more! This is the final part of the six part Boy Wife series.

EXCERPT:

She had him, but he’d never admit it aloud.
They were probably running pictures of her on the news right now, painting her as some sort of Lady Macbeth. Her face was gorgeous and youthful, unforgettable, and it made him feel crazy for being the only one who truly saw her. She just seemed to come and go as she pleased, as if others barely noticed her, but he just couldn’t take his eyes off her when she came to him, again and again. To think, all this time he was just going to train her, get the plastic surgeon to carve her up, and keep her shut away as the housemaid.
His hands were training off the buttons of her frock, starting from the bottom. Everything about her was smooth to the touch, pleasantly juicy where he expected her to be. She wouldn’t stop him, she was his to explore.
“Who did you use,” he said.
“Who did I use, what? Finish your thought, honey.”
“For the hit.”
Her face brightened.
“Oh, good boy,” she said, patting him on the head. She couldn’t tell if he was just being cynical or paranoid, or had really used his noodle and figured her out. Probably the former, since he hadn’t even recognized two guys already on his payroll. “I’m not saying, anyway. Next thing we have to do is cancel your press conference.”
She went up with him as he lifted her around the waist as if doing an ice-skating routine, then sat her atop the examination table. She didn’t even have to hold onto his forearms, his strength was effortless. She liked looking down at him, losing his mind over her. He felt stiff from carrying that arm around in a sling all week, but his fingers had no trouble plucking off her buttons to show off her perfect complexion and the peach fuzz on her abdomen.
“Oh yeah?” he said, licking her exposed stomach. It tickled but she knew how to keep her reactions under a lid. He grunted and squeezed her ass. It resisted, filling his hands with tender meat, and her hands were behind his ears, in his hair, letting him have whatever he wanted.
“I’ll take care of it,” she said, stopping just before her hard cock pressed against his hard chest. “And since I’m helping you get out of here without cameras shoved in your face, you have to help me out and do something for me.”