An Ellora's Cave Romantica Publication bestthing.info Wish List ISBN # ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. Wish L Author: Day Sylvia. When Nicholas James draws Stephanie Martin's name in their law firm's Secret Santa exchange he knows he's in for a merry Christmas—if he can figure out. Read "Wish List" by Sylvia Day available from Rakuten Kobo. Sign up today and get $5 off your first download. THE NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER When.

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When he works late and finds a crumpled piece of paper listing Steph's personal wish list, he knows he's in luck. Because all Steph wants for Christmas is him. Wish List book. Read reviews from the world's largest community for readers. THE NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLERWhen Nicolas James draws Stephanie. [PDF Free Download] Wish List Author Sylvia Day. 5 years ago1, views. Add to Playlist. THE NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER.

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Preview saved Save Preview View Synopsis. Wish List by Sylvia Day. download the eBook Price: Choose Store. Or, get it for Kobo Super Points! And not-so saintly Nick is going to make every one of her carnal wishes come true. Skip this list. Ratings and Book Reviews 40 star ratings 40 reviews. Overall rating 3. Yes No Thanks for your feedback! Report as inappropriate. Good but short … Show more Show less. A four chapter book really come one smh … Show more Show less.

Great book just too short. Good read for a free afternoon … Show more Show less. I always love Sylvia day books , but while this was good it was too short and didn't have good e finb. Very disappointed. How to write a great review Do Say what you liked best and least Describe the author's style Explain the rating you gave Don't Use rude and profane language Include any personal information Mention spoilers or the book's price Recap the plot.

Close Report a review At Kobo, we try to ensure that published reviews do not contain rude or profane language, spoilers, or any of our reviewer's personal information. Would you like us to take another look at this review? No, cancel Yes, report it Thanks! To be touched and held. To be wanted. His cock filled her too full. The heat and hardness of it stole her breath. The wonderful length and width… As her buttocks hit his muscular thighs and the head of his cock struck deep, the sound that was torn from her was raw and needy.

Oh my God! He lowered and lifted again, fucking upward into her greedy depths. Keening softly, she clutched his shoulders and braced herself for the slap of his hips against hers.

Her orgasm was stunning. She was paralyzed, unable to move, every cell in her body focused on the rippling of her cunt along his endless length of hard cock.

He jerked beneath her then crushed her to his chest, growling in her ear as he came. Holding him, she listened to the violent beating of his heart and the soft sounds of music, and she felt cared for.

For the first time in a long time it felt like Christmas. It was almost impossible. He had no idea how to reach her outside of work.

No shyness about her when it came to getting down and dirty. Just like when she argued a case, she gave one hundred percent to everything she did. Lucky for him, he got to be on the receiving end of that attention to detail. And he wanted it to stay that way. Steph wiggled just a tiny bit and it was enough to remind them both that his cock was still buried inside her. His balls gave a last weary twitch and his eyes slid closed in contentment.

That tiny wink had said so much. It was playful and affectionate, and it had warmed him on the inside enough to know that out of all the women in his world, she was the one he wanted to spend his down time with.

Sliding off him carefully, Steph rose to her feet and wobbled a bit. When he stood, the same thing happened. His legs felt like jelly. He needed to charm her with more than his bedroom skills. So after a quick kiss on the nose, he moved toward the kitchen. Catching up her duffle on the way, he set it on a dining chair and took note of the luggage tag. A beer? We were friends in law school, nothing more.

He was such a player, I never took him seriously. Tom felt like he was at the age where he should get married. All of his colleagues were married and I think he started to feel a little out of place.

Fucking Steph was an addition to an already established relationship and not the entire reason for it. Now if he could only change their professional relationship into a personal one. He had to admit, he was usually actively working to do just the opposite so he was out of his depth. He was a simple guy. Spaghetti, 22 Wish List salad and breadsticks were about as much as he could do with confidence in a tasty outcome.

Steph was grinning. Bent over like he was, he knew she was getting an eyeful of every damn thing he had to offer. You have enough confidence to wear that. I like giving you what you want, I like seeing you smile. He knew it was a lot to throw at her—the photo, the wish list, the sex. Now they were lovers. She was asking for a little space and he had no problem giving it to her. Go watch TV or something. No, his vibe was very homey and relaxed.

And she was falling for it like a ton of bricks. Somehow she made it down the short hallway to the bathroom, where she leaned against the vanity and stared in the mirror. The glazed look in her eyes and the flush on her cheeks made her wince.

Apparently not. When dinner was done, she was going home. It was time to minimize the damage. Featuring a pine centerpiece lit by three red tapers, it was both inviting and unexpected. But she wanted to learn. She watched him walk into the kitchen, his fine ass flexing as he took each step.

Occasional glimpses of his cock and balls kept her hot, and she grabbed her napkin to dab at the fine sheen of sweat that misted her forehead. It was time to go. Standing, she reached for her duffle.

It was rude to leave without offering to clean, but maybe a little animosity between them would be a good thing. You took care of things the first go-round.

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He nipped her ear with his teeth and she shivered. With only the thin layer of her gauze skirt between them, she felt every millimeter of his arousal. Heat flared across her skin. She was suddenly more than hot, she was burning up, melting. He smelled like heaven and felt even better. Fucking on her desk or his.

Buttons flying everywhere. Rough hands and bruising lips. Never had there been this gentleness, this concern for her feelings and pleasure. Fantasies about me. Yours too. She should stop him, wiggle away. Just a little? Cool air hit her buttocks the moment before he stepped closer. His cock was so hard, so hot against her skin.

His open mouth nuzzled against her throat. A soft fluttering touch, circling then pressing.

She was wet, nearly soaked, and she ached for him. She was starving for the affection he gave so freely. It scared her how needy she was. Enjoy him, her heart said, and she would.

One last time.

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It was heavier, full with desire for him. Expert fingers stroked over her nipple, pinched it, fondled it through her thin shirt and satin bra.

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That teasing touch radiated outward and left her gasping. Steph had been ready to leave. More than ready. When his fingers left her soaked pussy, she made a soft sound of protest. Her lips were flushed, swollen, glistening. He wanted to lick her again and did, a quick swipe of his tongue that had her writhing.

Taking himself in hand, he used the tip of his cock to tease her clit, to make her cream, to see her squirm for him. And then he caught her hips and slid deep into her. Her cunt was burning hot and tight as a fist. He withdrew and watched his thick shaft slide out of her, slick with her arousal, and then groaned as he pressed back in.

Hunching forward, he laced his fingers with hers and began thrusting in short shallow digs, his stomach rippling against her lower back.

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Her pleading gasps goaded him, incited him to bend his knees so he could stroke her pussy high and hard with the broad head of his cock. Widening his legs, he gave her the long deep plunges that made her 28 Wish List moan helplessly and drove him crazy.

He released her hands, moving one of his to cup her breast and the other to pin her hips in place so he could swivel his pelvis and screw his cock through her grasping ripples. With a cry she came, clutching his cock in her depths, milking him in a sensual massage. His release was silent, his teeth gritted, his cock jerking as it pumped his cum into her. He should have felt relief. He should have felt some sense of security. Stretching on the black leather sofa, Steph opened her eyes and turned her head to find Nick wrapping gifts.

Or trying to. The fire still crackled merrily, music still played softly. Despite the fact she was in a strange place, it felt like home. Dressed in worn gray sweatpants, Nick sat within touching distance. He twisted at the waist and tossed his arm over her legs. With evening stubble along his jaw and finger-mussed hair, he was almost too gorgeous. Angled toward her like he was, the beautifully defined muscles of his chest and arms stood out in stark relief.

She hesitated and then gave in to the urge to touch his hair. It was thick and silky, making her shiver with renewed desire. Then he turned his head to kiss her wrist and her stomach did a little flip.

It was going to take her a long time to get over him. Blowing out a resigned breath, she sat up and maneuvered herself into position straddling his back. He leaned into her and yawned. Shooting a glance at the clock on the mantle, she saw it was two in the morning. That sounds kinky. Just the regular clear stuff. Her heart clenched, and she had to clear her throat before she spoke.

Is that enough? With her breasts pressed to his back and her nose by his throat, their position was unbearably intimate. He caught her hands before they left his lap. The tips of her fingers found the flat points of his nipples and rubbed gently.

Groaning, his arms fell to his sides. He leaned his head back into her lap and the sight of his face lost in pleasure was too much for her. Steph looked away, taking in the glass-topped coffee table, the flatscreen TV and the bare Christmas tree by the sliding glass door. Face to face, they stared at each other. And then he cupped the back of her neck and kissed her. Steph wrapped her arms around him and kissed him back with everything she had. In gratitude. In lust.

In love. Making love with you. A gift that required no wrapping. No words. She lifted her skirt, he tugged down his sweats. She sheathed him. First in latex, then with her body. He groaned, she cried out. They moved together, without the haste that had marked their previous encounters. Her hands on his bare shoulders, she took him deep, rising and falling in tempo with the sounds he made. Clenching her muscles to stroke his thick length.

Pulling off her shirt and bra to press her bare skin to his. But it did, of course. As the pink light of the early rising sun came into the room through the sliding glass door, she tucked a blanket around Nick and picked up her duffle. And you looked a hell of a lot better then than you do now. Do you know where Stephanie lives? Okay, hang on a sec. That hurt a little. Mandy stared at him a moment and then walked to the kitchen counter where her purse waited.

What kind of question is that? Is playing hard-to-get the way to land the great guys? Relief flooded him. He tucked the precious card in his pocket. Now it just sucks. Thanks for this, Mandy.

She looked sad and he knew why. Now she was alone. Steph had a family. He was the outsider. Steeling himself inwardly, he stepped out into the chilly afternoon air and shut his door with enough force to catch her attention.

She looked over her shoulder and came to an abrupt halt.

He walked toward her with a purposeful stride, part angry and part really fucking hurt. Instead, he pulled his hands out his coat pockets and pulled her close, his mouth finding hers. The moment her lips met his, he groaned. When her momentary hesitation melted into desperate ardor, he knew he had a chance.

She still wanted him. Lifting her feet from the ground, he carried her to the door. She turned and he pushed her against the foyer wall. His jaw was shadowed with stubble, his blue eyes rimmed with red. His hair was spiked from agitated fingers and his beautiful mouth was harshly drawn. He simply looked like hell, but her heart swelled with happiness at the sight of him.

The bed or right here on the floor.

With wide eyes and a racing heart, she watched as he shed his jacket and then his shirt. When he reached for the button fly of his jeans, she swallowed hard. Then he reached into his back pocket for a condom and sheathed himself even as he stalked her. Yanking her sweater over her head, she faced forward and nearly ran the remaining distance to her room. Nick was right on her heels. She was barely to the foot of her bed before she got her bra loose and then he was on top of her, his long lanky body sinking into hers.

The crisp curls of his chest scraped her nipples and she gasped, opening her mouth to his questing tongue. A low groan rumbled deep in his chest and he tugged at her jogging pants. Then he wrapped his fist in her dark hair and began to fuck her within an inch of her life. He leaned his weight on one elbow and used his free hand to pull her leg over his hip so he could plunge to the hilt.

She watched him, every nerve ending in her body hot and tingling, her breath panting. Into the bed, into him, into an orgasm that made her cry out his name. And he filled her with love. With hope. He did that once and it was a mess. Make room for me in your life, someplace permanent. Let me love you, be with you. For my son.He wanted to lick her again and did, a quick swipe of his tongue that had her writhing.

I like giving you what you want, I like seeing you smile. His to Command 3: Enough to be scary. When dinner was done, she was going home.

Lucky for him, he got to be on the receiving end of that attention to detail.

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