Read Online Not My Type by Chrystal Vaughan - Free Book Online Page B
Authors: Chrystal Vaughan
Ads: Link
manner, to Joe's eyes. He watched
in the pale light of the bedroom's night light as her sexy ass
jiggled to the bathroom and heard her step on the scale. He smiled
to himself as he heard her squeal of delight at the results. She
came bounding back into the room and leaped on top of him. He
exhaled with a "woof" of air but grinned at her
exuberance.
"Ten pounds! Can you believe
it?"
"I told you."
"Yes, you did. I'm sorry I doubted
you, baby. Forgive me?"
"I'll think about it."
She pouted at him as sexily
as she could. It worked, too; she felt him grow hard underneath
her. She smiled innocently and said, "Gee, Mr. Malone. Isn't
there anything I
can do to make it up to you?"
His smile faded as he looked up into
her face, the intensity of his love for her pushing away their
levity and any other distractions. His eyes roamed her beauty, from
her full lips and delicately arched eyebrows to the straight line
of her nose and crystal clear gaze of her bluer than blue eyes. He
let his eyes travel down her smooth throat where her pulse beat in
the hollow, faster under the scrutiny of his gaze. Her skin was
flushed with their recent lovemaking, her breasts full and ripe,
her stomach a soft round before giving way to the secret of her
womanhood. Her ample ass cheeks were cupped between his legs, her
knees bent. He ran his hands up her thighs, back and forth, before
cupping the flesh of her ass in his hands to pull her closer. She
sensed his mood and reciprocated, loving his intensity as much as
his charm and wit. With his thumbs at the juncture of her thighs,
he brought her quickly to orgasm before his hands went to her waist
and lifted her up, urging her to sheath his shaft inside of her.
She sank down, impaled and pleasured at once.
When they finished this time, Elsa
first and Joe immediately after, Elsa pulled herself off of him but
lay on his chest, her hair a silky shawl across his shoulder and
arm. He stroked her hair absently, waiting for sleep to claim him,
listening to the even sound of her breathing. And he worried what
was in store for them but knew they would weather whatever storms
were ahead together. He wrapped his arms around the woman he loved
and vowed to never let her go.
Chapter Ten: Her Loss,
His Gain
Their morning routine had taken on new
flavors, new scents, to welcome the day. Joe usually left for the
gym no earlier than ten now unless it was her day off, instead of
doing split shifts; sometimes he didn't leave until after lunch,
trusting Jordan to keep the day shift on task. Before she made
their coffee and breakfast, Joe helped her check her blood sugar,
which was finally achieving normal levels after two months of
dedication on her part. He poked her fingers gently and winced
every time, a habit she found completely endearing. She recorded
the results in the little booklet that she kept with her glucose
meter, stored discreetly in a kitchen cupboard.
They did their workouts together
before dinner, most days. After Joe left in the mornings, she would
walk Spike and then do some work. Elsa never worked on recipes or
blog posts until after he left. She completely revamped her blog
and renamed it "Not My Type" which was also the name of the new
cookbook, thanks to some help from Joe; she found that starting
over in the food world was kind of exciting, and her many followers
had posted supportive comments to the new changes. Martha had loved
the new name of the blog and the cookbook, assuring her the
publishers were on board as well.
Over a lingering breakfast of eggs and
whole wheat toast about two weeks after the revelation of ten
pounds lost, Elsa brought up a topic that had been on her
mind.
"Hey babe?"
"Hmmm...?" Joe looked up from his
plate.
" I was thinking about joining the gym
where Claire goes."
Joe was hurt and it showed on his
handsomely chiseled features. "You...don't want to work out with
me?"
She hurried around the kitchen
island/breakfast nook and wedged herself between his strong
in the pale light of the bedroom's night light as her sexy ass
jiggled to the bathroom and heard her step on the scale. He smiled
to himself as he heard her squeal of delight at the results. She
came bounding back into the room and leaped on top of him. He
exhaled with a "woof" of air but grinned at her
exuberance.
"Ten pounds! Can you believe
it?"
"I told you."
"Yes, you did. I'm sorry I doubted
you, baby. Forgive me?"
"I'll think about it."
She pouted at him as sexily
as she could. It worked, too; she felt him grow hard underneath
her. She smiled innocently and said, "Gee, Mr. Malone. Isn't
there anything I
can do to make it up to you?"
His smile faded as he looked up into
her face, the intensity of his love for her pushing away their
levity and any other distractions. His eyes roamed her beauty, from
her full lips and delicately arched eyebrows to the straight line
of her nose and crystal clear gaze of her bluer than blue eyes. He
let his eyes travel down her smooth throat where her pulse beat in
the hollow, faster under the scrutiny of his gaze. Her skin was
flushed with their recent lovemaking, her breasts full and ripe,
her stomach a soft round before giving way to the secret of her
womanhood. Her ample ass cheeks were cupped between his legs, her
knees bent. He ran his hands up her thighs, back and forth, before
cupping the flesh of her ass in his hands to pull her closer. She
sensed his mood and reciprocated, loving his intensity as much as
his charm and wit. With his thumbs at the juncture of her thighs,
he brought her quickly to orgasm before his hands went to her waist
and lifted her up, urging her to sheath his shaft inside of her.
She sank down, impaled and pleasured at once.
When they finished this time, Elsa
first and Joe immediately after, Elsa pulled herself off of him but
lay on his chest, her hair a silky shawl across his shoulder and
arm. He stroked her hair absently, waiting for sleep to claim him,
listening to the even sound of her breathing. And he worried what
was in store for them but knew they would weather whatever storms
were ahead together. He wrapped his arms around the woman he loved
and vowed to never let her go.
Chapter Ten: Her Loss,
His Gain
Their morning routine had taken on new
flavors, new scents, to welcome the day. Joe usually left for the
gym no earlier than ten now unless it was her day off, instead of
doing split shifts; sometimes he didn't leave until after lunch,
trusting Jordan to keep the day shift on task. Before she made
their coffee and breakfast, Joe helped her check her blood sugar,
which was finally achieving normal levels after two months of
dedication on her part. He poked her fingers gently and winced
every time, a habit she found completely endearing. She recorded
the results in the little booklet that she kept with her glucose
meter, stored discreetly in a kitchen cupboard.
They did their workouts together
before dinner, most days. After Joe left in the mornings, she would
walk Spike and then do some work. Elsa never worked on recipes or
blog posts until after he left. She completely revamped her blog
and renamed it "Not My Type" which was also the name of the new
cookbook, thanks to some help from Joe; she found that starting
over in the food world was kind of exciting, and her many followers
had posted supportive comments to the new changes. Martha had loved
the new name of the blog and the cookbook, assuring her the
publishers were on board as well.
Over a lingering breakfast of eggs and
whole wheat toast about two weeks after the revelation of ten
pounds lost, Elsa brought up a topic that had been on her
mind.
"Hey babe?"
"Hmmm...?" Joe looked up from his
plate.
" I was thinking about joining the gym
where Claire goes."
Joe was hurt and it showed on his
handsomely chiseled features. "You...don't want to work out with
me?"
She hurried around the kitchen
island/breakfast nook and wedged herself between his strong
Similar Books
