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Lyon

Jordan Silver is the author of more than one hundred and fifty novels and novellas spanning multiple genres including romance, erotica and new adult fiction. All works feature over the top alpha males and the women who love them, with a happily ever after guarantee. Colton Lyon is a tough as nails biker who has no time for bullshit. He’d long given up the easy life afforded him by his wealthy upbringing to live life on his own terms. He lives hard and loves harder but has yet to meet a woman he’s wanted for more than a few screws that is until he meets his new assistant. The mousy little filly who’s afraid of her shadow. He gave her a week, even though his right hand man had begged him to give her the job. Nothing he hates more than sniveling females afraid of their own damn shadow. Kat’s moving halfway across the country to escape a dark past that’s left her scarred. Barely eighteen, she should have her whole life ahead of her, but instead fear has robbed her of the spark she once had. When she first meets her new boss she knows there’s no way she could take the job, he’s just too much of everything with his gruff demeanor and those smoldering looks. The first time she almost swooned at the sight of his muscular tattooed arms she knew she was in trouble. Meanwhile; Colton was trying to figure out what kind of hex the little mouse had worked on him to keep her on his mind. No matter how he tries to avoid it, there’s just something about her that keeps him

Jordan Silver · Urban
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179 Chs

Chapter 74: LYON

That night had a whole new meaning for me when I took her to bed. We'd be flying out to a little island off the coast of France for our honeymoon in a few days, but tonight we were in the honeymoon suite of the top hotel in the city.

I was almost afraid to touch her; how the fuck did you touch your pregnant wife? I've only ever really fucked her, okay we've had our moments of lovemaking but even those were a little on the kinky side. I think I needed to go gentle now though.

The fucking dress had a million buttons and the shits were tiny as fuck. Kat laughed at me when I cussed a blue streak because my fingers were too big. I wonder how funny she'd find it if I tore that shit off.

I tried not to be an animal, to take my time with her, my baby was inside her; fuck could I love her anymore than I did right now?

"Babe you gotta help me here." I was running my hand down her front, which was still flat if you asked me.

"What Colt?"