Paying The Rent (Forbidden Fantasies #57) Read Online S.E. Law

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Forbidden Fantasies Series by S.E. Law
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Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 26265 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
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Paying The Rent (Forbidden Fantasies #57)

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S.E. Law

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Jessie:
I don’t have a place to stay. I’m on my last dollar, so imagine what happens when a handsome dancer with Thunder Strike offers me a deal: I get to live at his apartment without paying rent.
But of course, there’s no free lunch in life … Because Jethro’s going to get paid in a different way! Instead of money, the handsome alpha male is going to have “free use” of my sassy curves.
What?!?!? Is this some naughty kink? Even more, is this man insane?
But my bank account’s down to a whole lot of nothing, and short of sleeping in the street, I don’t know what else to do.
Plus, Jethro’s H-O-T. Make that one hundred degrees, off-the-charts, incredibly ripped hot. He’s got broad shoulders, a sculpted chest, and a six pack that would put a Greek god to shame. Plus, I’ve seen him changing backstage before, and let’s just say this could be fun, giving the humongous babymaker he’s packing …
But what if I get in over my head? What if I fall in love with the sexy alpha male when this was only supposed to be fun and games? Will Jethro still want me, or is our relationship doomed?
****This is a follow-up to Mr. January where Jessie and Jethro strike a deal for a “free use” relationship. Yes, it’s a kink that we haven’t seen before, but Jethro has an itch to scratch and the curvy girl’s the perfect one to fulfill his needs! Lose yourself in the scorching sands of Las Vegas because this book will have you panting for more! Although this story is part of a series, all of my books are standalones and may be read in any order. No cheating, no cliffhangers, and always a HEA for my readers.
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1

Jethro

The oppressive Nevada heat hits me in the face as I climb out of my car. I suppose it could be worse because in certain areas of the world, the heat is muggy in addition to being extreme. But here, the air is dry and I feel like I’m walking around in a toaster oven. Which is an apt description of the desert, come to think of it. Or maybe an air fryer. Yeah, that seems right on the money.

As beads of sweat form at my temples, I trudge up to the front door, cursing the heavy work boots on my feet. What the fuck was I thinking? Once a firefighter, always a firefighter, I guess, even if I don’t put out fires anymore. Hell, at my new job, I barely even wear clothes because I’m part of a male revue called Thunder Strike. Yeah, I’m a male stripper now, and it works for me.

But I have today off, and my buddy Randy pulls the front door open before I get a chance to knock.

“Yo, I heard your truck coming from a mile away. Come on out back. Samantha and Henry are sitting by the pool already.”

I clap my buddy on the back and follow him through the house and out to the backyard. I whistle because the house is a stucco two-story with an in-ground pool, jacuzzi and cabana in the expansive backyard. Randy and Samantha have set it up nicely with lounge chairs and even a pergola over our heads to shade guests from the unrelenting sun.

“Hi Jethro,” Samantha greets, getting up to kiss me on the cheek. “It’s a little hot today,” she acknowledges.

I sit down and pretend wipe at the sweat on my brow, sighing dramatically.

“You think? I swear I’m melting.”

At that, Randy and Sam’s son Henry giggles and looks at me from his high chair. He’s not talking yet, but he’s adorable with his pudgy cheeks and big blue eyes. Aww, I’m such a sucker for kids, and I tickle the little boy’s chin.

“How’s my favorite kid doing?”

Sam sighs.

“He’s in sleep regression, so we’re all a bit exhausted, but it’s not too bad. Things could be worse,” she says in a rueful tone. But then she brightens. “How’s his favorite uncle? How are you liking Vegas?”

I grin.

“I’m not in sleep regression, but I’m still exhausted because Thunder Strike hours are nocturnal, so it’s hard to get enough sleep.”

Randy laughs. “I get that, but hey, it’s part of the life. Ladies like to party at night, so it’s not exactly a nine-to-five job.”

I grimace a bit.

“Yeah, I should have expected that. But so far so good. It’s a different life, but I like it.”

Randy nods and grins.

“You’ll get used to the nocturnal schedule. It took me a while, but I did and now it’s easy,” he shrugs.

Sam nods, leaning forward with a mischievous look in her eye.

“Besides, I hear the girls like you,” she coos. “Actually, we heard that they love you.”

I chuckle.

“That’s good to know, especially since I just started. But it’s hard work. It’s not easy getting up on stage under those hot lights while gyrating like a motherfucker. People discount it, but it ain’t easy.”

“Amen,” Randy nods. “You’re preaching to the choir.”

Then we all laugh because this is a career choice we’ve made. Randy and I used to be firefighters back in Jersey, but my friend was expelled from the department after nude playing cards of him got out. It’s a long story, but he ended up moving out to Vegas to be a dancer, and his girlfriend Sam (now his wife) came too. They seem to have settled in, and it’s a nice life. Even more, they convinced me to give it a try as well, so I also quit the fire department and settled in the desert.

But then I get a pensive look.

“You know, I doubt that the Cedar Toms Fire Department is all that happy with us for quitting,” I say in a rueful tone. “Have you kept up with them? I haven’t talked to anyone since I moved, but they lost two of their guys within six months of each other. That’s you and me, bud.”

My friend frowns.

“Yo, you quit, but they fired me, so no, I don’t keep in touch. In fact, they can go fuck themselves for all I care.”

Sam slides her hand onto her husband’s knee.

“It’s not that bad,” she says in a soft voice. “Don’t worry about it.”

He snorts.

“I’m not worried, but I don’t have any sympathy for those fuckers either.”

I nod.

“Yeah, it was kind of a bad look for them, as well as us. Well, it’s all water under the bridge now. They can fuck their annual calendar too. So what if Mr. January and Mr. February don’t even work at the Cedar Toms FD anymore?” I grin. “That’s their problem.”


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