RISE - Part Three (The RISE Series Book 3) by Deborah Bladon Read Free Book Online

but I know that a small part of him must have questions about my father's release.
    "When will he get to go home?"
    "After his arraignment," I offer as I push both my palms against his bare chest. "I haven't seen him since he got the news. I'm waiting to talk to him until he's back in California."
    "Why?"
    It's an expected question that I don't have an answer to.
    After I'd left Everett's office and I'd come home, I'd thought endlessly about Gianna and my father. When I was offered the job to plan the Liore fashion show I jumped into it full force. I worked hard to prove myself to Gabriel and his brother, Caleb. I took chances, knowing that they might not like my style.
    When Gabriel offered me the follow-up job in Los Angeles I was over the moon. I'd done it all because of my own hard work and perseverance. Now, I'm not so sure.
    Even though Gianna has taken herself out of the role as advisor to the business, she's still more active than most people who actually work in management there. Her influence has touched almost every aspect of the event in L.A.
    I no longer know if that's because of her insatiable need to control some small part of the company she once ran or if it's all about her relationship with my father.
    He lives in Los Angeles. She travels there constantly. I'd be foolish not to believe the two are still connected.
    "Landon." I look up at his face so I can focus on the man who has never wavered throughout all of this.
    "Yes?" His full lips turn up into a sly smile. "What is it?"
    "My father wanted me to thank you." I tap my hand on his chin. "He wanted me to thank you for turning your father in."
    "I did the right thing." He reaches down to kiss me softly. "I did what needed to be done."

Chapter 13
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    "I can't breathe when you do that to me," I mutter under my breath. "You need to stop. I'm begging you to stop."
    He freezes in place. His labored breaths tickle my moist flesh. His shoulders are still resting against my inner thighs. I'm exposed and open. I've come twice already and if I don't stop him now, I'm liable to pass out from sheer pleasure.
    "You need a time-out, Tess. You don't want me to stop."
    He may be right but who am I to judge? I'd let him pick me up in the living room as I wrapped my legs around his waist. He'd pulled my clothing off so quickly that he'd torn a hole near the top of my dress where it buttons.
    I hadn't wasted but a minute when I tried to unbuckle his jeans. I'd groaned out loud when I felt the outline of his erection pressing against the fabric. I wanted it then. I wanted to push him on the bed and slide my body over his, but he took control.
    "Can't you just fuck me?"
    The rumble of his laughter floats into me as he lazily draws his tongue over my core once more. "Can't I just fuck you?"
    "I want it," I say brazenly. "I just want to feel you inside of me."
    He looks up my body, his eyes stopping at my breasts before they settle on my face. "I love being inside of you. I love tasting you. I love it all."
    I hold my hands against my chest as I try to find a deep breath. I'm flushed. I can see the pinkness as it pours over my skin.
    "Will you kiss me?"
    I don't have to say another thing before he's sliding his large frame over me. His cock presses against my thigh before he drags it along my hip until it rests against my stomach.
    His hand leaps to my chin as he tilts my head to the left. His lips press into mine for a deep kiss.
    I wrap my arms around him. I run my tongue over his bottom lip before I glide it over his cheek to his neck.
    "I have to put on a condom." He kisses me once more, softer this time. "You can make me do anything, Tess. Anything."
    I smile as I watch him walk to his dresser. He pushes things aside before he pulls out a condom wrapper. His eyes meet mine as he slowly rips it open.
    "Put it on for me." He walks towards the bed, the unwrapped condom in his hand. "Do it for me."
    "I've..." I've never done that," I stammer. "I don't