Dr. Dan Read Online K. Webster (Taboo Treat #1)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Contemporary, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Taboo Treat Series by K. Webster
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Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 48187 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 241(@200wpm)___ 193(@250wpm)___ 161(@300wpm)
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“Christ,” he hisses, nipping at my bottom lip. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”

I smile against his mouth, rocking my hips, hoping to bring him pleasure with my own body. His breath is hot and the groans coming from him are so male and erotic it makes my head spin. One of his palms works its way under my shirt, caressing my lower back. I’m sweaty there and it makes me still, embarrassed.

“Is this okay?” he asks, his voice rough.

“I’m sweating,” I mutter.

He chuckles. “It’s ’cause you’re so hot.”

“You’re supposed to save the dad jokes for your kid, not your girlfriend.”

Pulling away slightly, he lifts a brow at me. “Girlfriend?” In the dark, I can barely make out his features, but he’s amused, not annoyed.

“It sounds a lot better than ‘the girl you stalk.’ Am I right?”

He leans forward and nips at my chin.

“Hey!” I say with a laugh. “You just bit my chin. That’s so weird.”

His lips press kisses to the spot he just bit. “Told you I’ve been out of the game awhile. Certainly never had a ‘hot girlfriend’ before.”

“You’re a dick.”

“And you’re a brat a lot of the time. I’d say we’re evenly matched.”

This time when he bites me, it’s on my neck. He distracts me with his mouth as his palm caresses my lower back. Shivers, despite the warm summer air, ripple through me.

“Have you eaten dinner?” he asks, pulling back.

“Are you asking as my boyfriend or my doctor?”

“Does the answer vary based on which one?”

“It depends on whether or not I’ll send you home.”

“You’re a brat,” he grumbles. “I can say that because apparently I’m your boyfriend now.”

“Good.” I tug on his tie. “I haven’t eaten. Want me to cook something for you?”

His brows lift in surprise. “You know how to cook?”

A wave of sadness washes over me. “My mom loved to cook. We spent a lot of time hanging out in the kitchen together.”

He starts to say something, but then stops himself before patting my ass. “Let’s get in there so you can show me your skills. I’m hungry as hell. It’s been a wild day at the ER.”

Reluctantly, I slide out of his lap and stand. I’d much rather sit in his lap and make out, but the mosquitos are nearly as hungry as I am.

“Any allergies?”

“None.”

“I’m thinking spaghetti. It’s pretty quick and my mom’s recipe is the best you’ve ever had.”

He chuckles as he stands. “Don’t tell my mom that.”

While I boiled noodles and browned hamburger meat, Daniel ran out to his car to grab his bag. He changed out of his fancy doctor clothes into a pair of jeans and black T-shirt. No matter what he wears, he’s hot. Like now, as he hovers, inhaling the sauce smell as it simmers, I can’t help but check out the way his shirt clings to his sculpted body.

“I’m dying,” he rumbles, his hand patting my ass in a familiar way. “And this food smells so damn good.”

“You act like you’ve never had a home-cooked meal before,” I tease.

He shrugs. “I get them when Mom cooks. Jenna’s not much of a cook, but her husband is. They’re both so busy, though, so they eat out a lot.”

“And you?”

“Whatever I can grab on the way to and from work.”

I turn away from the stove and look up at him. Sure, he’s older than me by a lot, but right now he seems so young. Like a college guy completely transfixed that his girlfriend knows how to cook.

“I’ll cook for you anytime you want,” I promise.

This earns me a wide grin. “Man, I should have gotten a hot girlfriend who cooks a long time ago. A guy could get spoiled.”

I stand on my toes to brush a kiss over his lips before turning back to the food. He explores the kitchen, opening cabinets and fetching plates. All of this feels so comfortable and domestic. Truth is, Daniel is just easy to be around. I like his attention and his presence. He’s funny and sexy and sweet.

Dad is going to die.

It’s a buzzkill thinking about how Dad will take the knowledge that I’m so into my doctor. Knowing Dad, he’ll try to be the present parent he’s not and throw a damn tantrum. Landon, the carbon copy of Dad, will take his side and try to make me feel bad for being with Daniel.

I don’t, though.

He’s different than any guy I’ve dated.

Smarter. Cuter. Nicer.

My body catches fire when I look at him. I steal glances at him as I finish up cooking our dinner. Once I serve our plates and we sit down, I can’t help but peek up at him. He wastes no time diving in. A groan rumbles from him and his wide eyes find mine. There’s sauce on the corner of his lips. He swipes it with his thumb and then licks it off before grinning.


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