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For everyone who believes in second chances.
Small though she is, that ass could wreak havoc on a man.
The blue is dark, like the deep sea, but they seem to sparkle like diamonds catching the morning sunlight.
That scowl is back. Her brows are furrowed. And damn, the woman looks fine when she pouts. Especially with that chest puffed out, drawing me in.
I head to my office but not without casting one last glance at the curvy, stubborn woman with the sweetest damn smile I’ve ever seen. She has crossed the road but turns to look right back at me. I raise my coffee and shake my head. Crazy, indecisive Brit. Manhattan is going to eat her alive.
For some insane reason, I want to finish that statement with, Shove that in your bagel and eat it.
Suddenly, my mind is no longer on cake but the thought of Blondie in a red, silk lingerie set. Maybe something trimmed in black lace.
I wonder how Blondie would taste on my tongue?
Sweetness. A sour kick. If a cake can be quirky, this is quirky. This is… this is Blondie. Those sweet dimples. That perfect smile. Her Britishisms. Holy crap, I have a thing for the indecisive, kind of obnoxious patisserie chef.
See you around, Cupcake. Drew
I’ve seen hot women. I’ve had hot women. But Blondie… she’s hot in a different way. Like the kind of beautiful you want to keep in your bed not just all night but all the next day too, even when the makeup has come off and the mini-dress and heels are on the floor. She’s natural, fresh. The kind of mesmerizing you don’t just see in a club but the kind you want to take to the Hamptons and roll around in the sand with for an entire weekend.
God, she gets more attractive every time I see her. She’s the Devil. The actual, distraction-that-I-don’t-need, godforsaken Devil.
This force field she seems to have around her is pulling me in and threatening to tilt my axis in the entirely wrong direction. She needs to get out of my space.
Don’t get me wrong. I’ve been with a lot of women. But I would never cheat. I have more respect for myself than that, and I’m certain, if I ever found the right woman, I would have too much respect for her.
That happiness I saw just moments ago has turned to a frown that honestly looks adorable on her.
I step forward and take hold of her hand, peeling it from the door. That small touch, my big hand folded around her small, delicate fingers, is like a blanket wrapping around my body. I find myself wondering how nice it would be to lie with her now, and sleep, actually sleep, in her arms.
I laugh, hard. I have no idea whether I’m high on coffee, delirious from the combination of flavors in my mouth, or whether being around this woman somehow just makes me happy.
British Becky.’
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She dips her little finger in the mixture and sucks. The things that action does to me have nothing to do with friendship. I force myself to look away. When she starts whisking again, she replies, and I finally brave facing her.
As I’m thinking that, she leans further, and her ass moves dangerously close to my crotch. I’m staring, unashamedly so, and I’m pretty damn sure she catches me when she turns around. She’s now facing me, close enough I can smell the sweet scent of shampoo or soap on her hair and skin. Vanilla. Coconuts. I fight the urge to press my lips to her skin and taste her.
‘You might be the one to make a sweet man out of me yet.’
I could listen to her all night.
Her voice is soft and gentle, but animated. Not for the first time this morning, I’m feeling like someone just wrapped me up in a thick blanket.
I find myself wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her to my side without conscious thought.
It feels nice to have someone play with my hair.
‘Then I’ll fly to America and I’ll find Prince Charming, and he’ll kiss me and I’ll wear pretty dresses.’
lying her back on your kitchen worktops as she whispers everything she wants me to do to her in that damn sexy British accent.
I could hurt her if she falls for me.
‘I gotta tell you, man. I haven’t seen you smile like you smiled when you opened that box of cake since… Man, I don’t ever remember seeing you grin that big.’
‘Cake will do that to a man. Catch you later, Brooks.’
‘You don’t even like desserts, man.’ I ...
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Tonight… I’ll let my mind indulge in the only dessert I’ve craved for days.
Her hair is loose around her shoulders. Her lips are kissed with gloss. Her cheeks are pink, and her eyes… Those eyes are going to be the death of my self-restraint.
I can’t speak as I drink her in. Who knew a baseball jersey and little denim shorts could be so damn sexy?
This isn’t a date. We’re friends. I’m being a buddy. I’m being human. A human who wants to tear those tight little shorts off with my teeth.
She laughs, and I think I might write a list of things I could say that would let me hear that sound.
My hand is wrapped around hers and I’m moving us through the crowd before I comprehend what I’ve done. Thing is… it feels… nice. Her petite fingers. Her gentle grip. I don’t move my hand from hers until we’re through the crowd and at the back of the line for the hot dog stand. When I finally let go, she looks from my hand to hers, then lifts her gaze to mine. Something so intense, charged even, passes between us that I have to drag air into my lungs, desperate to feed my mind.
But it seems I’ll have to stand corrected as Becky wraps her mouth around the hot dog and eats the whole thing in three bites. I gape, somewhere between disgusted and awed.
‘You’d be amazed how much I can fit in here.’
For a moment, I can do nothing but stare at those damn perfect lips and talk my member back into its cage. Then she winks, knowing full well she sent my mind to the gutter.
Cupcake.’
Watching her could become a new guilty pleasure of mine. Who am I kidding; it already has.
I’m trying my damndest to watch the game instead of thinking about the press of Becky’s thigh against mine. But she blows my concentration when she leans in to my ear and I catch that sweet scent I’ve come to know, then her hot breath comes with her words, caressing my neck. I swallow hard.
she’s the most fun guest I’ve ever had at a game.
The smile she gives me is worth every second of the torture I’m enduring on this ride.
Instinctively, I wrap an arm around her waist to support her.
Sorry that I can’t bring myself to move my arm from her waist, sorry that I must be giving off every signal on the planet that I want this woman, because I do. Badly. So damn sorry that I’m not the kind of man who does long term, and I can’t risk hurting her by doing what I really want to do and waving her out of my apartment hours later.
being pinned up against a woman who is quickly starting to drive me crazy.
Her lips look so kissable, it’s madness.
