Taken. The word was running through her fragmented thoughts and kept resurfacing. She was being taken by a man who knew what he wanted. A man who understood his own power and wasn’t afraid to use it. It no longer mattered if she thought she was too heavy, too curvy, too anything. He wanted her and it was perfectly obvious by the satisfied sounds coming from deep in his throat. He meant to have her his way, and Cherry dissolved in pure pleasure as he plunged into her body and claimed every inch of it.
The orgasm she experienced from his mouth was nothing compared to the soul searing one he produced with his cock. She remembered screaming, tightening her legs around his waist and urging him closer. Her fingernails likely scored his back. Then she was floating, languidly gliding back to earth. When she opened her eyes, she was close to his side, her head resting on his chest.
His arm was wrapped around her, his fingers trailing up and down her spine sending shivers clear down to the toes.
“Will you marry me, Cherry?” he teased, a smile in his voice.
“Yes,” she sighed. “Right this moment I would marry you. But tomorrow I would wake up and realize you’re a monstrously wicked man with a hard hand and a penchant for spanking me and change my mind,” she continued with a weak laugh.
“Too bad,” Chad said sadly. “I’m going to have to work harder to win you, I guess.”
“No, you’re not,” Cherry breathed snuggling closer. “I could get used to your brand of loving. It’s your brand on my ass that’s not going to fly.”
Cherry was surprised when Chad walked into her bakery with a smile on his face and without a care in the world. How dare he! It took a lot of courage to give him her number and then he never used it. Sure, he has a plausible explanation and he's basically sex-on-a-stick, but does she really want to take a chance?
Chadwick Fenton had been around his share of slightly wild women. Guarding Rebecca Kord and meeting the O'Malley clan was interesting to say the least. Hunting down Susan Shaughnessy, the run-away bride was another case he would never forget. There was just something about redheads, and the one who slipped her number in his pocket had been on his mind for weeks. Yes, he was going back to see if Cherry Calhoun was as gorgeous as he remembered. He certainly wasn't expecting the angry reception he received.
Who knew the pretty baker had a spitfire temper? Well, he knew a thing or two about managing ladies who couldn't control themselves. He was certainly looking forward to the challenge.
Come visit with the mischievous women of the O'Malley clan and past clients of Sugar Babies, Inc. This standalone is certain to be a wild ride.
Publisher's Note: This contemporary romance includes elements of power exchange and sensual scenes and is intended for adults only. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.
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Hi, I'm Stevie MacFarlane and I write sweet erotic romance and D/D, occasionally with a touch of kink.