Sleet Sugar (Sleet, #2)

by S.J. Tilly

“Good. Now I’m going to put my mouth on this sweet pussy of yours and find out if you taste like candy everywhere.”

“Don’t worry, Baby.” His smirk tells me that he’s using that endearment just to rile me up. “I have no intention of telling my coach just how fucking tasty and dirty his pretty daughter is. I know full well that that wouldn’t be good for my health.”

She’s trying to build a barrier between us. She’s trying to deter me. But Sugar doesn’t seem to understand that I, Zachary Hunt, never back down from a challenge.

“And here I thought I was coming to save you from this group of Neanderthals. I should’ve known my Sugar could handle herself.”