The Suit by B. N. Toler Read Free Book Online

twelve and that she has an ass no man could resist.
    “Eh. She’s okay,” I say casually, and quickly change the subject. “Are you getting any studying done?”
    “Shit, man. Hitting up the library every day. Will your master release you to take the Bar?”
    “I haven’t mentioned it yet, but I don’t foresee a problem.”
    “We’ll go out and party afterwards before you have to head back.”
    “Sounds good.”
    “Have you heard from Ainsley?”
    I fall back on the mattress and run a hand over my face. Ainsley and I have been seeing each other for about two months, but I don’t think it’s going anywhere. She’s ambitious, like me, and hot as hell, but something is missing. I don’t feel the connection. But we have a good time together and she’s pretty good in bed. We agreed to take the summer off and see where we stood when I returned. The truth is I don’t really have time for anything serious.
    “Nah, but she wasn’t happy about taking a break this summer.”
    “I’m sure you’ll hear from her,” Parker laughs.
    “No doubt about that,” I snort. I’m positive Ainsley will be trying to get in touch with me all summer long.
    “You’ve got my address, right? Just forward my mail, if you don’t mind.”
    “Yeah, man. No worries.”
    “Thanks, Parker.”
    “Well, good luck, I’ll talk to you soon.” Parker bids farewell and when we hang up I numbly look around my room. Like it or not, this is my home for the summer.

    Thirty minutes later, I find Edie in the kitchen, the mouthwatering aroma of bacon wafting in the air as it sizzles in a pan on the stove. She’s leaned over the counter reading a book, one hand holding a mug, her ample cleavage beckoning my gaze to focus on it. Have I mentioned that Edie James is a beautiful woman? She’s a complicated mixture of innocence and sexiness. There’s an earthy look to her, which has more to do with her makeup free face and relaxed clothing, but everything else screams sex. Her body is small, but her tits are perfect. And her ass…don’t get me started. I mean… fuck .
    “What are you reading?” I ask, not particularly caring, just trying to make small talk.
    Her head snaps up and she closes the book, leaving it on the counter, and spins around to the stove, lifting the lid of the frying pan. “Just some trashy romance novel,” she answers honestly.
    I take a seat on a barstool across the island from where she just stood and try not to stare at her ass. Her jeans hang low on her hips, and I can just barely see the top of her lace panties peeking out. They’re hot pink. “You like to read?” I’m horrible at small talk. It’s painful for me. Especially as I try not to imagine her in nothing but those hot pink lace panties.
    “I guess so,” she admits with a chuckle. “Kind of an escape. This farm pretty much owns me.”
    I pull the novel to me and can’t help the snort that escapes my mouth. The book is titled, My Lover’s Love . “Seriously?” Who reads something like this?
    “You want to read it?” She arches a mocking brow.
    My face heats as I toss the book back toward her. “Nah. I’ll pass.”
    She grins and I’m captivated by it. She’s a beautiful woman. Okay, I know I’ve said that many times, but she is, hands down, one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen and a part of me wonders if she has any idea. There probably hasn’t been a lot of opportunity for men to dote on her while living here and hiding away on a farm. “Maybe it could teach you something.”
    “Doubtful.” I smirk. “I do okay on my own.”
    “I bet you do,” she says dryly, and turns back to the stove. What the hell did she mean by that? Does she think I’m some kind of player? To be honest, I’m not. That doesn’t mean I haven’t had one night stands, or girlfriends, or whatever, but I haven’t slept with hundreds of women or anything. Truth be told, I was wilder in my college years, but when I went to law school, I slowed