My Fiance’s Dad Read online S.E. Law (Forbidden Fantasies #1)

Categories Genre: Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Forbidden Fantasies Series by S.E. Law
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Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 48685 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
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But now, wide-awake and aware that the scenario was just a dream, I feel a dull ache in my heart. Slowly, I sit up in bed, rumpled sheets all around me but no Cora.

I grin at the hazy memories from this morning. I guess I’d been dreaming about her, because when Cora made moves to get out of bed, I could have sworn I was doing everything I could to keep her in it.

Huh, I realize, did I really have her pressed against me like that?

I shake my head and wipe my tired eyes. Regardless, I’d slept next to Cora and it had been one of the best sleeps of my life.

It could have been because you spent the night fighting a fire and was exhausted from the endeavor, I chide myself. Or it could have been having Cora’s luscious body pressed into yours all night.

As if on cue, my cock gets hard. Down fella.

Ready to hunt down some coffee, I climb out of bed and immediately realize it’s freezing. I pick up my shirt from the night before, but it’s covered in ash and smells horrible.

Maybe there’s a flannel or something in one of these closets, I think as I cross the room. A quick search reveals only a few viable options.

Fuck it, I think as I pick out the warmest looking choice. I pull on the fluffy pink bathrobe and immediately feel warmer. Sure, I look ridiculous but it’s the best option there is.

I amble down the stairs, wondering what I’m going to say to Cora. I know I need to apologize to her, and then I need to get the ring and get out. But maybe some coffee first.

Satisfied with my plan of action, I make my way into the kitchen, and it’s like my dream from last night is unfolding before me, minus the kids.

Cora is standing at the kitchen stove, her back turned toward me. Next to her on the counter is a bowl of batter and the beginnings of a stack of pancakes. Even in her oversized sweatpants and shapeless sweater, I can make out her luscious curves. If anything, the casual look makes me want her more.

I clear my throat.

“Think we can trust you to use the stove?”

Cora jumps and turns around, clasping her hand to her chest.

“You scared me! I thought you were still asleep.” A deep pink blush creeps across Cora’s lovely cheeks, and I feel my heart turn upside down at the image. She’s beautiful as well as sexy.

“I was.” I shrug and shoot her a lopsided smile. “Good morning.” I keep my voice calm, despite my intense desire to press Cora against the counter and have my way with her.

“Wait. What the hell are you wearing?” Cora puts her hands on her full hips, arms akimbo as she looks me up and down. A flash of desire sparks in her eyes but just as quickly disappears.

My grin is her answer.

“Well, I was freezing, especially since you left me all alone in bed.” I tease casually, but actually, I’m watching her like a hawk. Does she remember anything from last night?

“Oh.” The furious blush returns. “The robe actually looks surprisingly good on you.” She smiles at me, a shy expression but also coy.

I laugh low in my throat.

“It’s hot pink and fluffy,” I say with a wry smile. “All I’m missing is matching slippers.”

Cora echoes my laughter with her own hearty chuckle.

“All I’m saying is, you’ve got the body and the skin tone to pull it off.” And watching the sexy brunette eye me like a forbidden piece of fruit, I can tell she means it. Hmm, maybe she does remember something.

I cross my arms and lean against the entryway frame.

“Your pancakes are burning.”

“Shit!” Cora turns around immediately to tend to the flapjacks and I eye her ample ass with appreciation. Nice.

Having tended to the burning breakfast, Cora grabs a mug from a nearby cupboard and pours a cup of coffee.

“Here.” She hands me the piping hot mug and I inhale its heady aroma gratefully.

“Thanks.” I sip it slowly, watching Cora as I do. She turns back to the oven to resume making breakfast.

“So,” she asks me in a voice that I can only assume is her attempt at being casual, “are you heading out this morning?”

I grin and decide to have a little fun with the intoxicating temptress.

“Wow. That’s some thanks I get for saving your life. No, it’s fine,” I growl at Cora as she spins around from the oven, her cheeks flaming with embarrassment. “It’s okay, I see how it’s going to be.”

Cora stammers and blushes even redder, and I’m enjoying this teasing.

“I’m so sorry, you’re absolutely right.” She crosses to me, spatula in hand. “Thank you, Matt, so much,” she nearly whispers, chastised.

I cup my ear and lean toward her. “A little louder, please.”


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