Sharing Her Curves (Forbidden Fantasies #76) Read Online S.E. Law

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Forbidden Tags Authors: Series: Forbidden Fantasies Series by S.E. Law
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Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24495 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
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Clara pauses while buttoning up her blouse.

“Well, last night I was in the hot tub,” she murmurs, flushing pink all over again. “And I think Carl was watching. I mean, I didn’t see him or anything, but I think he went upstairs to the second story, and was in his office spying on me.”

I nod.

“That’s natural. Maybe he was doing some work and caught a glimpse of you while looking out the window.”

But Clara shakes her head slowly, her brown curls bobbling.

“No, it’s more than that,” she confesses.

I cock my head, blue eyes bright.

“Really? How so?”

She swallows hard before looking up at me.

“Well, Carl didn’t turn on the lights in his office,” she confesses. “He left the office dark so that it looked like it was empty, but I could tell he was there. I could feel it,” she stresses.

“And?”

Clara goes scarlet then.

“And I wanted to tease him,” she whispers, barely able to meet my eyes. “I took off my bikini and began to touch myself and he liked it. I know because after I came, I heard a muffled roar from upstairs, and I just know that it was Carl. I know my stepdad masturbated while I was in the Jacuzzi, and I think he feels bad about it too. He wouldn’t even meet my eyes this morning, and our drive to work was done in silence.”

Holy shit. The blood’s pounding in my ears because clearly, this is an opportunity for some depraved action. My employee, Carl Brixton, has the hots for his stepdaughter and not only that, but Clara’s just the kind of little slut who could satisfy us both. But how do I maneuver this situation? How do I get the three of us into the same room, enjoying the sweet girl’s body? It’s food for thought, and the wheels are already turning in my head.

Meanwhile, I nod at Clara as she opens the door and steps out, notebook in hand.

“Thanks for your help, Miss Parkinson,” I call. “Your transcription skills are excellent. I look forward to reading your notes of the call.”

With that, the sweet girl smiles and nods, and then she’s gone. Meanwhile, I’m left to the silence of my office as I contemplate my next steps. I want more with Clara, sure, but I also want to up the filth factor. I want the pregnant girl to scream with a cock in her mouth, and another one in her pussy. Or I want her to moan headily as Carl and I DP her two holes, the double pound relentless and unforgiving. The question is, how do I make this happen? I stare out the window, my dick already beginning to throb. There has to be a way, and I’m determined to find out what it is.

CHAPTER SIX

Carl

Fuck, she’s gorgeous. We’re home after another day at work, and after a delicious meal, Clara’s at the sink once more, washing up. But I can’t let her slave away like this. She’s had a full day at Herald, and she’s pregnant, for crying out loud. What kind of asshole am I for letting her do the domestic chores?

As a result, I stand.

“Sit down, sweetheart,” I growl. “Let me take over.”

Clara turns to look over one narrow shoulder at me with a smile.

“Oh, it’s no problem,” she murmurs. “I don’t mind at all and there’s only the two of us, so there aren’t very many dishes.”

Still, I approach the sink before putting both hands on her shoulders and steering her to sit at the kitchen table.

“You made the spaghetti, so I’ll clean up,” I say in a deep tone. “I should have done this a lot earlier. Hell, this should have been the set-up from the get go. It’s only fair that one person cooks, and the other cleans, after all.”

Clara merely smiles sweetly from her spot at the table.

“Yes, but you’re putting a roof over my head!” she exclaims. “Plus, you pay for everything, Carl, and I appreciate it. I know my presence was unexpected, and you’ve been very kind to shelter a pregnant woman.”

I merely turn to the sink and start running the water.

“That’s the thing, baby. You’re pregnant, with a child in your belly, so you should be waited on hand and foot. You’re the one who calls the shots in this household.”

Clara giggles merrily while getting up to head to the fridge, but my words are true. In the short time she’s been here, the tables have already been turned. I used to be a bachelor, doing what I damn well please and staying up all hours watching videos while jerking off. But with Clara, structure has been brought to my home. She’s a wonderful cook, not to mention a very orderly person as well. She manages the housekeeper who comes around once a week, and also takes care of the laundry, in addition to liaising with our gardener. My front and back yards are now works of art because of Clara. They used to be nothing but half-dead strips of weeds, but the sweet girl has added beautiful lawns, flower beds, bushes, and even some topiaries, which up the artistic factor by ten.


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