The four book set of Sugar Babies, Inc. is now on available. Here's a peek into Book 2, Match Me If You Dare.
Marcus learned two important lessons in life; trust your gut and never hide your true nature. The first made him a best-selling author, and the second kept him single. Dragging his twin brother Ty to a match-making party was a split-second decision. Sam, owner and CEO of Sugar Babies, Inc., made frequent offers to find him the perfect woman. 'Perfect woman' was an oxymoron and if such a creature existed, he wasn't interested. It was difficult to justify spanking a well-behaved young lady and Marcus had no intention of giving up his favorite past-time. If nothing else, the party might help get the sassy red-head in the death- defying heels out of his head.
“Still trying to rule the world with a pair of shoes, I see,” Marcus noted, looking down at her feet.
“I am not trying to rule anything,” Susan insisted. “I like high heels, so sue me. Now about that drink…”
“There’s dancing out on the veranda. I think you and I will take a little stroll out there,” he informed her firmly, taking her arm, “and have a little talk. How tall are you anyway, without those weapons?”
“I’m five feet eight and hardly what you would call short,” she sassed grumpily, forced to go with him or make a scene.
“You’re also a liar. Now what’s the truth?”
“Okay, if you want to get nitpicky about it, I’m five four. There does that make you happy? Do you have a height fetish or what?” she hissed as he guided her out the French doors.
“As if happens, I do have a fetish, but it has nothing to do with height. I enjoy spanking naughty young ladies who misbehave.”
“No kidding,” she shot back as he twirled her into his arms and began to move to the slow, soulful music. “Who would have guessed it, I mean with you being here and all?”
“Funny,” he replied, snagging her closer. “What brings you to a Sugar Babies party? You’re obviously not submissive. Are you hoping to be their first dominant female?” he asked, smiling. Not that she could see it. She was much too close to watch his face.
Susan struggled slightly, trying to put a little space between them but he was obviously not having it. They were pressed together from her thighs to her breasts, so close she could hear his heart beating. Damn, why did he have to smell so delicious?
“Money,” she answered shortly, finally relaxing in his arms. There was no point in fighting a losing battle, and Susan did not like to lose.
“Well, at least you’re honest about that,” he murmured into her hair.
“I want you,” he told her simply, as if he had the world by the tail and had only to state his desires to achieve them.
It was true; she felt him against her belly, hard and apparently unashamed of it. Truth be told, she was quite wet herself. Imagine responding to his caveman approach, she thought in surprise. If ever a man needed to be taken down a peg or two, this was that man, she decided.
“Why me?” she asked, trying to keep her voice steady. For some reason this guy was getting to her. “Why not Kelsey or someone similar?” she asked, genuinely curious.
“Apart from the obvious?” he asked, as his erection became even more prominent than it had been.
Good grief, she thought, how much bigger would it get? Sighing, she decided to just enjoy the sensation of being blatantly desired, as tremors rocked her core.
“Yes, apart from the obvious.”
“Kelsey’s a charming little girl and I expect she will need some minor correction from time to time. She will be compliant for the most part and a sweet little bundle to come home to. I’m sure my brother is making his move, even as we speak. Ty’s a gentle man unless something riles him and then he can be a force to be reckoned with, but I doubt Kelsey has the disposition to truly make him angry. I, however, have a darker side to my nature.”
“Do tell,” she drawled sarcastically. “Is there more?”
Marcus laughed with a rich deep rumble in his chest that weakened her knees, and she found herself clutching his shoulder.
“Of course there’s more. Do you think I’m so shallow that I would pick the first girl who agreed to be spanked?”
“How would I know? You’re here for exactly that and I’m here for the money. I think it’s pretty clear what we both want.”
“What a cynic,” he said, shaking his head. “All right, allow me to elaborate. There have been a number of women in my bed over the years that enjoyed a little slap and tickle, so to speak. I want a relationship, a woman who will be a partner. If I were looking for a one night stand believe me I could find it or buy it. No, I want a relationship that is long term. I am a dominant man, I admit it, and I have no desire to spend months courting a woman who will run screaming to her mama the first time I correct her poor behavior. It’s best to be upfront and open about what I expect. I will be the undisputed head of my own home, no exceptions. My woman will be loved to within an inch of sanity in the bedroom and cherished and protected outside of it as well. She will also be disciplined as I see fit, if she breaks the rules. It’s really very simple.”
“I see,” Susan said, with a smirk she made no effort to hide. In her mind ‘boots’ would last about ten minutes in her bed and she’d have him eating out of her hand. “So, that brings us back to the original question, why me?”
“To put it delicately, my body responds to yours in a way it hasn’t for another woman in a very long time. I’ve thought about you constantly since we met in the bookstore. You’re beautiful, obviously, but more than that you’re sassy and opinionated and quite funny. With your attitude, I’m sure you will spend a great deal of your time over my knee, which I will enjoy immensely and you will abhor, but that’s as it should be.”
“What if I’m good, very, very good?” she asked, walking her fingers up his chest and looking at him from under her lashes as the music came to a stop.
“I will still spank you, frequently, but it will be a different kind of spanking. But for some reason I can’t picture you being good,” he whispered in her ear. “Oh there is one other thing,” he told her, straightening. “You do have a perfect ass.”
“Yes, there is that,” Susan agreed, looking over her shoulder and checking out her butt.
Marcus laughed, wrapped an arm around her and pulled her tight against him. His head lowered and his lips took hers in a kiss so possessive and fierce she was dizzy within a heartbeat. Gripping his jacket she held on for dear life as the world spun away. He released her far too quickly and her head dropped weakly to his chest.
“Shit,” she mumbled.
“Exactly,” he replied as he began steering her toward the door.