Power House (Men of Action #2) Read Online Ahren Sanders

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Men of Action Series by Ahren Sanders
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Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 135955 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 680(@200wpm)___ 544(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
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Her breath hitches, making her tits rub against my chest.

“Yeah, Julianna, I want you. Every single bit that makes you.”

“It’s too late,” she tries again, but the wisp in her voice gives her away.

“Looks like I have to work for it.”

Her tongue darts out, tracing her lower lip, and my willpower dissolves. I crash my mouth to hers, using her surprise to my advantage, and slip my tongue inside. She stands frozen for a second before she frees a hand and curls it around my neck. The taste of peppermint fills my mouth, setting my pulse racing. A sense of control rolls through me, craving more. I release her other arm, sliding my hands to her ass, groaning when she rubs against my throbbing cock.

My tongue and lips move urgently, greedily demanding more. She angles her head, silently giving me what I need. Her hand clutches my neck tightly, and my brain sends a warning for me to shut this down before I throw her on the bed and rip off every inch of her clothes. Slowly, I ease up, breaking away to run my lips across her jaw.

“Waited a fuck of a long time for that. Tell me, Jewls, did that douche’s kiss make you hot?”

She tenses for a split second before shoving me full force, catching me off guard, and I stumble backward. “You’re an asshole. Is this a game to you?”

“No game.” I cross my arms and inwardly curse when she covers herself up and ties the robe with an extra knot.

“Another guy shows interest, and you don’t play well with others in your sandbox? Is that it?”

“Not at all.”

“So, you’re telling me, for months I tried to get you to see me as a woman and you dodged me. Then you return from South America and cut me off completely. Now, you think I’m good enough?”

“You deserve a man a thousand times better than me. Probably the type of guy who takes you to hockey games and kisses you on a jumbotron for millions of people to watch.”

She coils back like I’ve struck a nerve and I keep going. “Unfortunately, you’re stuck with me.”

“Screw you, Major!”

“That can be arranged as soon as we strip this bed.”

Her gaze flies to the bed, and a low hiss rumbles from her throat. “It’s not your business, but I didn’t sleep with Mal.”

Even with a sense of relief washing through me, I can’t stop the roar of laughter. “Mal? His name was Mal?”

She straightens, shooting daggers my way. “Your name is Major, which fits because right now you’re a MAJOR pain in my ass.”

In a flash, I have her over my shoulder and swat her lace-covered ass. “Keep it up, gorgeous, I can definitely be a pain in your ass.”

“Put me down!”

I stalk to the open door, assuming it’s her bathroom, and plop her on the vanity. “Get ready for work, firecracker.”

“Go away.”

“I’ll leave only to give you some privacy and get my cock under control. Otherwise, we’ll both be calling in today.”

My mouth brushes over hers, and I jump out of the way to avoid the hand jetting out.

She screams when I shut the door.

My attention goes to her bed, wondering what the hell happened. Quickly, I make it up, arranging the pillows as best as possible. We’ll have a discussion about the ridiculousness of her abundance of frilly decorative pillows at another time.

Better yet, she’ll be sleeping in my bed, so it’s a non-issue. I pick up the blue satin on the floor and appreciate the full view of the short lingerie. I’ll appreciate it more when she has it on her body.

In the kitchen, I do a quick inventory and find food options limited. Her fridge is mostly empty except for several bottles of wine and a variety of cream cheeses.

She waltzes in, frowning when she sees me standing at the toaster oven.

My eyes travel slowly over her, appreciating the sight. Until last Thursday, I’d never seen the all-business Jewls. She’s always beautiful, but this version is sexier than any social worker I’d ever met.

“Like the outfit, but prefer your earlier attire.”

“Why are you still here?”

“Making breakfast, although there wasn’t much to choose from.”

“Didn’t expect to have to entertain.”

My cock tics at the high-priss attitude, and I loop my arm around her waist as she tries to pass. “You have a thing against groceries?”

She wiggles to get free, then stops when she realizes I’m not letting go. “If you must know, I haven’t had time to go shopping.”

“You had all weekend.”

“Nooooo, I didn’t. There was Bunco night, followed by girls’ day, then I had a date to get ready for.”

The way she emphasizes the last part sends my irritation spiking. “Not a good idea to mention that ever again.”

“Why, Major? Seriously, why are you even here?”

“Think I already answered that.”


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