Latte Darling (Darling, #2)

by S.J. Tilly

I try to take the two of us in objectively. Axel in his worn jeans, slightly messy hair, intense blue eyes, and a tight white t-shirt. I don’t think it’s meant to be tight, but Axel is just so built, that no normal shirt will fit him. The material is stretched tight around his massive chest – which is eye level for me – and the dark lines of his tattoos are just visible through the light color of the cotton. It’s fantastic. And then there’s me. Full face of makeup. Hair dried into somewhat styled curls. Wearing pink flats and a bright yellow summer dress. The straps are wide, hiding my bra – a padded push-up number to satisfy Axel’s desire for me to wear something “thicker”. But instead of making my breasts more modest, it just makes them more pronounced. The scoop neckline would probably be perfectly conservative if I didn’t have big boobs, but I do, so it isn’t. Moral of the story, we make quite the pair. The voluptuous beauty and the burly beast. Or something like that.