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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

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Chapter 83: MORNING SICKNESS 2

When my cock was as hard as it was going to get I eased out of her mouth and made my way back down her body until I was once more between her legs, my cock poised at her entrance. She widened her legs and taking me into her hand led me to her opening where I pushed inside nice and easy.

There's nothing better than looking into my wife's eyes as I fuck her. Though this wasn't the wild fucking we were accustomed to it was just as intense. It was more passionate somehow.

The sight of my ring on her finger my name tattooed on her body, and my child in her womb. All those things combined made for a heady mix that came together to make the feelings in my chest intensify.

And when she clutched at me with her hands pulling my body down onto hers as we fucked each other slow and sweet I wanted to pound my chest like the madman she's always accusing me of being so often of late.

"You feel good Angel, is this hurting you?"

"No, go faster, harder."