The Bride Hunt: Lightning Dragon Part 23

He shifted her in his arms and for a second she thought he might put her down but he didn't. His frown deepened. "You said you would only stop taking those things when you were ready to become pregnant."

She sucked in a deep breath. "I know."

His mouth fell open. "Does that mean ...?" His eyes lit up.

She nodded.

Thunder smiled, his whole face lit up. "You want to get pregnant?"

"I do if you do?" She raised her brows.

Thunder smiled. He swallowed hard. "Are you sure?"

"I'm very sure." She brushed her lips against his. "I've never been more sure of anything."

Thunder's chest expanded as he pulled in a hard breath. "I don't think I've ever been happier." Then he squeezed her a.s.s. "Let's get started right now."

"After dinner."

"You might just kill me." Thunder put her down, groaning when he noticed her footwear. "I want those heels to stay on, you can wrap them around the back of my neck while I f.u.c.k you."

Tammy felt that familiar heaviness in the pit of her belly and between her thighs. "I'm not wearing any panties," she whispered.

Thunder groaned again. "You are evil." She noticed how he clasped his hands together and rocked from one foot to the other, like he was trying to stop himself from touching her. She loved how much he desired her. His gaze softened. "You're going to make such an amazing mom."

She swallowed thickly and opened her arms. "Maybe one quickie before dinner."

"Thank f.u.c.k!" he lunged for her, picking her up off of her feet and holding her close. Instead of ravaging her like she expected, he kissed the tip of her nose. "I can't be gentle," he declared.

Tammy had to giggle. "Good. I want it all." She wrapped her legs around his waist.

He walked to their bed. "Good, because you have it all."

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Authors Note

Thank-you for reading the fourth book in this series. It is a spin off from my bestselling series The Chosen and The Program.

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Excerpt

The Program: Book 1 A Mate for York Ca.s.sidy's hands were clammy and shaking. She had just retyped the same thing three times. At this rate, she would have to work even later than normal to get her work done. She sighed heavily.

Pull yourself together.

With shaking hands, she grabbed her purse from the floor next to her, she reached inside and pulled out the folded up newspaper article.

Have you ever wanted to date a vampire?

Human women required. Must be enthusiastic about interactions with vampires. Must be willing to undergo a stringent medical exam. Must be prepared to sign a contractual agreement which would include a non-disclosure clause. This will be a temporary position. Limited s.p.a.ces available within the program. Successful candidates can earn up to $45,000 per day, over a three day period.

All she needed was three days leave.

Ca.s.sidy wasn't sure whether her hands were shaking because she had to ask for the leave and her boss was a total douche bag or because the thought of vampires drinking her blood wasn't exactly a welcome one.

More than likely a combination of both.

This was a major opportunity for her though. She had already been accepted into the trial phase of the program that the vampires were running. What was three days in her life? So there was a little risk involved. Okay, a lot of risk, but it would all be worth it in the end. She was drowning in debt. Stuck in a dead-end job. Stuck in this G.o.dforsaken town. This was her chance, her golden opportunity, and she planned on seizing it with both hands.

To remind herself what she was working towards, or at least running away from, she let her eyes roam around her cluttered desk. There were several piles of doc.u.ments needing to be filed. A stack of orders lay next to her cranky old laptop. Hopefully it wouldn't freeze on her this time while she was uploading them into the system. It had been months since Sarah had left. There used to be two of them performing her job, and since her colleague was never replaced it was just her. She found more and more that she had to get to work way earlier and stay later and later just to get the job done.

To add insult to injury, there were many days that her a-hole boss still had the audacity to come down on her for not meeting a deadline. He refused to listen to reason and would not accept being understaffed as an excuse. She'd never been one to shy away from hard work but the expectations were ridiculous. Her only saving grace was that she didn't have much of a life.

There had to be something more out there for her and a hundred and thirty five thousand big ones would not only pay off her debts but would also give her enough cash to go out and find one. A life that is and a d.a.m.ned good life it would be.

Ca.s.sidy took a deep breath and squared her shoulders. If she asked really nicely, hopefully Mark would give her a couple of days off. She couldn't remember the last time she had taken leave. Then it dawned on her, she'd taken three days after Sean had died a year ago. Her boss couldn't say no though. If he did, she wasn't beyond begging.

Rising to her feet, she made for the closed door at the other end of her office. After knocking twice, she entered.

The lazy a.s.s was spread out on the corner sofa with his hands crossed behind his head. He didn't look in the least bit embarra.s.sed about her finding him like that either.

"Ca.s.sidy." He put on a big cheesy smile as he rose to a sitting position. The b.u.t.ton on his jacket pulled tight around his midsection which was paunchy. He didn't move much and ate big greasy lunches so it wasn't surprising. "Come on in. Take a seat," he gestured to a spot next to him on the sofa.

That would be the day. Her boss could get a bit touchy feely. Thankfully it had never gone beyond a pat on the b.u.t.t, a hand on her shoulder or just a general invasion of her personal s.p.a.ce. It put her on edge though because it was becoming worse and worse as of late. The s.e.xual innuendos were also becoming highly irritating. She pretended that they went over her head, but he was becoming more and more forward as time went by.

By the way his eyes moved down her body, she could tell that he was most definitely mentally undressing her. Oh G.o.d. That meant that he was in one of his grabby moods. d.a.m.n. She preferred it when he was acting like a total jerk. Easier to deal with.

"No, that's fine. Thank you." She worked hard to plaster a smile on her face. "I don't want to take up much of your time and I have to get back to work myself."

His eyes narrowed for a second before dropping to her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. "You could do with a little break every now and then...so could I for that matter." Even though she knew he couldn't see anything because of her baggy jacket, his eyes stayed glued to her b.o.o.bs anyway. Why did she get the distinct impression that he was no longer talking about work? Argh!

"How long has your husband been gone now?" he asked, his gaze still locked on her chest. It made her want to fold her arms but she resisted the temptation.

None of your d.a.m.ned business.

"It's been a year now since Sean pa.s.sed." She tried hard to look sad and in mourning. When the truth was, that if the b.a.s.t.a.r.d wasn't already dead she would've killed him herself. Turned out that there were things about Sean that she hadn't known. In fact, it was safe to say that she'd been living with and married to a total stranger. Funny how those things tended to come out when a person died.

Her boss did not need to know this information though. So far, playing the mourning wife was the only thing that kept him from pursuing her further.

"What can I do for you?" His eyes slid down to the juncture at her thighs and again she had to fight the urge to squeeze them tightly together. Even though it was d.a.m.n near scorching temperatures outside, she still wore stockings, skirt to mid calf, a b.u.t.ton-up blouse and a jacket. Nothing was revealing and yet he still looked at her like she was standing there naked. It made her skin crawl. "I would be happy to oblige you. Just say the word, baby."

She hated it when he called her that. He started doing it a couple of weeks ago. Ca.s.sidy had asked him on several occasions to stop but she may as well have been speaking to a plank of wood.

She grit her teeth for a second, holding back a retort. "Great. Glad to hear it." Her voice sounded way more confident than what she felt. "I need a couple of days off. It's been a really long time-"

"Forget it," he interrupted while standing up. "I need you...here." Another innuendo. Although she waited, he didn't give any further explanations.

"Look, I know there is a lot to do around here especially since Sarah left." His eyes clouded over immediately at the mention of her ex-colleague's name. "I would be happy to put in extra time."

As in, she wouldn't sleep and would have to work weekends to get the job done.

"I'll do whatever it takes. I just really need a couple of days... It's important."

His eyes lit up and she realized what she had just said and how it would've sounded to a complete pig like Mark.

"Anything?" He rolled the word off of his tongue.

"Well..." It came out sounding breathless but only because she was nervous. "Not anything. What I meant to say was-"

"No, no. I like that you would do anything, in fact, there is something I've been meaning to discuss with you." His gaze dropped to her b.r.e.a.s.t.s again.

Please no. Anything but that.

Ca.s.sidy swallowed hard, actually feeling sick to her stomach. She shook her head.

"You can have a few days, baby. In fact, I'll hire you an a.s.sistant." Ironically he played with the wedding band on his ring finger. His voice had turned sickly sweet. "I'd be willing to go a long way for you if you only met me halfway. It's time you got over the loss of your husband and I plan on helping you to do that."

"Um...I don't think..." Her voice was soft and shaky. Her hands shook, so she folded her arms.

This was not happening.

"Look, Ca.s.s...baby, you're an okay looking woman. Not normally the type I'd go for. I prefer them a bit younger, bigger t.i.ts, tighter a.s.s..." He looked her up and down as if he were sizing her up and finding her lacking. "I'd be willing to give you a go...help you out. Now...baby..." He paused.

Ca.s.sidy felt like the air had seized in her lungs, like her heart had stopped beating for that matter. Her mouth gaped open but she couldn't close it. She made a croaking noise but couldn't seem to actually talk.

She watched in horror as her boss pulled down his zipper and pulled out a wrinkled, flaccid c.o.c.k. "Suck on this, or you could bend over and I'll f.u.c.k you...the choice is yours. I would recommend the f.u.c.k because quite frankly I think you could use it." He was deadly serious. Even gave a small nod like he was doing her a favor or something.

To the delight of her oxygen starved lungs, she managed to suck in a deep breath but still couldn't get any words out. Not a single, solitary syllable.

"I know you've had to play the part of the devastated wife and all that but I know you really want a bit of this." He waved his c.o.c.k at her, although wave was not the right description. The problem was that a limp d.i.c.k couldn't really wave. It flopped about pathetically in his hand.

Ca.s.sidy looked from his tiny d.i.c.k up to his ruddy, pasty face and back down again before bursting out laughing. It was the kind of laugh that had her bending at the knees, hunching over. Sucking in another lungful of air, she gave it all she had. Unable to stop even if she wanted to. Until tears rolled down her cheeks. Until she was gasping for breath.

"Hey now..." Mark started to look distinctly uncomfortable. "That's not really the sort of response I expected from you." He didn't look so sure anymore, even started to put his d.i.c.k away before his eyes hardened up.

Ca.s.sidy was wiping the tears from her face. She still couldn't believe what the h.e.l.l she was seeing and even worse, what she was hearing. What a complete a.s.shole.

Her boss took a step towards her. "The time for games is over. Get down on your knees if you want to keep your job. I'm your boss and your behavior is just plain rude."

Any hint of humor evaporated in an instant. "I'll tell you what's rude...you taking out your thing is rude. You're right, you're my boss which means what is happening right here"-she gestured between the two of them, looking pointedly at his member-"is called s.e.xual hara.s.sment."

He narrowed his eyes at her. "d.a.m.n f.u.c.king straight, little missy. I want you to s.e.xually hara.s.s this right now." He clutched his p.e.n.i.s, flopping it around some more.

A Mate for York is available now.

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