Novel & Cerita Mills And Boon Free Reads

Marcellus "Suck," I said. "Like a good girl." She opened her mouth obediently. Her lips were soft and warm and she took me in slowly, inch by inch, her tongue flat against the underside of my cock like she had been practicing. Her eyes stayed on mine the whole time. That was the thing about Bonnie...she never looked away. Even when she was on her knees with her mouth full, even when she was kneeling in a mess she hadn't asked for, she looked at me like she was the one in control.

Seeing as she wasn't taking no for an answer, I had no choice but to take it. When I finally emerged, Millie clapped a hand over her mouth and exclaimed, "Wow! It's like the dress was made for you!" It was a simple maroon knitted dress, yet the soft material hugged my body like a second skin, accentuating every curve. The low-cut neckline perfectly displayed the elegant lines of my neck and collarbone, though it stopped just shy of being indecent. "You're definitely getting that." With that said, Millie handed her card to the cashier before hooking her arm through mine. "Megs, that ex-boyfriend of yours must have been blind. Then again, breaking up is the best thing that could've happened to

‘Yes, madam,’ she replied in a tone barely respectful. ‘Millicent, while you are waiting, read that.’ She turned the copy of she had been reading, on its head and pushed it across the table, scattering her breakfast crockery and nearly tipping the milk jug over. I rescued the milk and then studied the open pages for some time. I couldn’t concentrate. What was I supposed to be reading? ‘You’ve lost me. It’s mainly ads for high-class plant nurseries, horse tackle and nanny agencies.’

“She’ll probably spend the whole holiday in here if you let her.” I walked the aisles slowly, trailing my fingers over the books. Classics. Thrillers. A whole section of contemporary romance—Mirabel’s doing, mostly. She’d started collecting them in high school, said they were “escapist but smart.” I’d never read them. Too many happy endings. Too much hope wrapped in pretty words. I pulled one down at random. Dark cover, brooding man in a suit, and title written in gold foil: Claimed by the Billionaire. I snorted softly, then slid it back.

Arthur asked curiously. “Silencing charm, to bring the quiet in the fold,” Mila spoke as they were all alone in the small squared curtain tent. Mila undid the knots of her dress and dropped them on the floor. “I read today,” Mila smiled as she unhooked her bra and exposed her breasts to a surprised Arthur in the broad daylight. “What did you read?” Arthur spoke clearing his throat, unable to remove his eyes from her firm nipples. Mila raised her hands to move her breasts and Arthur’s pants twitched heavily.

Mary asked with a frown and Sarah's frown got deeper after hearing that. They were in her second office of event managing. After reaching the office, Mary and Sarah completely locked themselves inside her cabin. They both were busy reading the contract papers with Mr King again with a lot of concentration after Mr King told her to read it and that is when they found the shocking thing in the contract which they missed completely. Among all the important clauses and conditions, there was a really weird and shocking condition. The clause says, 'Party B, Sarah Watson, can not get married until she successfully gets done with party A, Mr King's marriage.'

-MILA- "Milly! Is my lunch ready?" My boyfriend Lowell asked as he walked into the kitchen. I jumped, rushing away from the documents I had been peeking at. He would have a cow if he knew I was reading them. "Here you go." I handed him his lunch. He eyed the documents n the countertop, "Mila, were you reading those?" "Maybe?" He sighed, annoyed with me, "Baby, you know that's confidential." He was right, I did know that. But I didn't care. I was tired of my boring life with Lowell and I wanted some excitement.

"Relax, dear. We’re not here to hurt you." "What do you want from me?" "Nothing," she smirked. "But we have an offer for you." "An offer?" My voice was shaky. "What kind of offer?" "A non- negotiable one," she said. "One that could change your life," she continued, her tone dripping with false kindness. "We’re prepared to pay you one million dollars a month." I blinked, sure I’d misheard. "A million dollars? For what?" "To marry a man," she said simply.

Curiosity gnawed at me, but so did a healthy dose of skepticism. Finally, unable to resist any longer, I tore open the envelope. Inside were crisp legal documents, the words blurring before my eyes in a whirlwind of legalese. As I read, a cold dread settled in my stomach. The contract proposed a marriage. A marriage between me, Olivia Moore, baker, and Ethan Kingsley, billionaire…in name only. The details unfolded: a six-month charade, a hefty financial compensation for me, and complete secrecy. It seemed like a dream – the answer to all my financial woes. Yet, a nagging question echoed in my mind: why?

I manage to whisper against her lips, my voice trembling. “They won’t,” she murmurs back, her lips brushing against mine, her words melting into another kiss. Her tongue glides against mine, and the heat pooling in my lower belly makes my knees weak. Millie moans softly, the sound vibrating against me as her hand roams under my t-shirt, her touch leaving a trail of goosebumps. My nipples hardens, and a quiet moan escapes me before I can stop it. I pull back, gasping for air, my chest heaving. Millie’s lips are swollen, her pupils blown wide, and the look in her eyes is enough to make me forget the risk.