Sleet Sugar (Sleet, #2)

by S.J. Tilly

Meghan says I’m lucky, since my weight is evenly distributed, putting “more time in my hourglass”.

“Sugar, would you like to see my room?” I nod. “Good girl.”

“I’m going to taste you.” She still looks confused. “Baby, if there’s anything I do that doesn’t feel good, you tell me. Okay?” When she doesn’t reply right away, I ask again, more firmly. “Okay?” “Okay.” “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.”

Sitting here, with Sugar across the table from me, is a balm to my soul. Just being near her soothes me. Calms me. The feeling is like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. And it’s easy. Being with her is just so easy.

I feel the breath against my ear a moment before he speaks. “And here I thought I was coming to save you from this group of Neanderthals. I should’ve known my Sugar could handle herself.”

Once Zach is back in his truck, Emma hums. “You’ve got it bad for that man.” I groan. “I know.” “And that man has it bad for you.” To that, I have no response.

was a little bummed that she couldn’t just sense my presence the moment I walked into the room. I’ve read enough romance novels, something else I don’t ever plan on admitting, but they all talk about how the main characters just know when the other enters a room.

I want to bite her. Mark her as mine. But Sugar is the soft gentle herbivore to my carnivorous monster. I can’t scare her off. That’s the opposite of what

“That little fucking man-boy is not putting his tiny hands on you. Ever. Again.” My voice is low and serious. I don’t mean to be so intense, but I can’t help it.

“I said, rock against me,” Zach repeats. “Did you just spank me?” I gasp. “Yeah, Sugar. And if you don’t start rubbing that sweet little pussy against me like I asked you to, I’ll bend you over my knee and spank you even more.”

But seriously, how does he keep finding me? There’s literally no way this is a coincidence. Clearly I have a mole in my organization. I’ll have to hunt them down.

I set down my brushes to take a breather. Bill’s painting is… bad.

“I asked if you’d like more wine.” Close enough. “Oh, if you don’t mind.” Bill is still very focused on completing his sibling labia art.

“You went younger last time. I see you’re trying your hand at older tonight. But you’re wrong to keep trying. You don’t need to keep searching for your perfect man.” There’s no hint of teasing in his voice or his eyes. I keep my tone just as serious. “I know.”

“Get your sexy ass inside now. I’m going to wait here until I hear the door lock behind you.” “You don’t need to worry. I’ve been managing to lock my door for years.” “I’m sure you have. But you’re mine now, and I’ll worry as much as I want to.”