Nobody gives me the go-ahead to touch my wife. I’m certain rules can be stretched. In fact, I think I read it somewhere. As long as she’s comfortable. Shit. What did that article say?
“You’re thinking very loudly over there.”
Her voice cuts into my thoughts, bringing my attention back to her. I press my lips to Ryan’s head, inhaling the second-best thing I’ve ever smelled. “Thank you for giving me this.”
She smiles, closing her eyes and humming softly. My eyes drift from her face to the one who fiercely entered this world with a scream, which rivaled a damn war cry.
I do have everything I want. Everything I never imagined wanting, but now, I’d do anything for.
Dylan Sparks came into my life, grabbed onto me, and rooted herself so deep she practically became a part of my genetic makeup. She challenges me, she pushes every button I have, and she loves me more than I could ever deserve. I vowed to give her my entire life, but I didn’t need to. She took it the moment she fell into my lap.
I’m a better man for knowing her.
A father because of her.
And I have everything I will ever need as long as I have her.
The End
Sweet Jesus! I don’t even know where to begin with these Thank yous. So many people have helped me on this journey. Family, friends, bloggers, authors, readers… the list is endless. But first and foremost, I’m going to start off by thanking my main man. The man I fell in love with when I was eighteen years old. The man I married a year later. And the one who will always be my favorite person in the entire world. I love you hard, Mr. Daniels, and I always will.
My beautiful bloggers!!! Oh, I just want to squeeze every single one of you. My girls over at Give Me Books, thank you so much for all you have done for me. Kylie McDermott, I’m tackling you in Vegas. You’ve been warned. Thank you to A Book Whore’s Obsession, BestSellers & BestStellars, Dirty Girl Romance, Romance Room, Blushing Reader Michelle, and all the other blogs I know I’m forgetting for helping me reach more readers.
To my lovely betas! Beth Cranford, Erin Thompson, Lisa Jayne and Heather Peiffer. You girls rock! Thank you for reading Sweet Possession when it still had massive typos and strange word usages. You made it better. You make me better. And I heart all four of you.
And, lastly, to my readers. Thank you all so much for waiting for this story. Reese and Dylan will always be my favorite couple, and it makes me so happy to see your enthusiasm over them, not to mention all the Juls, Ian, Joey, Billy, and Brooke love. You all have embraced them and me, and I can’t thank you enough for that. Goddamn it, Billy.
Thank you all again,
J
This book is dedicated to my amazing street team, J’s Sweeties.
You ladies rock my socks off.
Sweet Obsession is a standalone novel in the Sweet Addiction series, and crosses over with the Alabama Summer series. Chronologically, it is set after Sweet Possession and between All I Want and When I Fall.
BROOKE
“Fuck yeah, baby. You ready? Huh? You ready to come all over this cock?”
I dig my nails into Paul’s shoulders, arching my back off the bed. My breath hitches. “Yes, God . . . fuck, don’t stop.”
“Fuuuck.” He squeezes my hips while he pounds into me. Sweat beads up on his brow, on the dusting of hair coating his chest as he throws his head back, filling the condom with a groan, the cords in his neck straining.
My own orgasm follows seconds later.
“Coming!” I yell, closing my eyes as that sweet heat burns down my spine, exploding into a thousand stars between my hips. I lock my ankles behind his back, keeping his firm body pinned between my legs, his cock exactly where I need it while I ride this out. My body hums, my thighs shake against his skin.
God, I love sex. I mean really, who doesn’t love this right here? I’d consider giving up cupcakes for this.
I grind my hips against his pelvis as a life without salted caramel icing flashes in front of my eyes.
Chocolate chip cheesecake. Red velvet. White chocolate raspberry.
Okay, maybe not cupcakes, and maybe not this sex. I’ve had to tag myself in a few times.
“Greedy girl,” Paul murmurs, sliding his hand between my tits. He pinches my nipple.
“Mm,” I purr, slowly peeking up at him as that perfect ache settles, leaving me sated.
A lazy smile beams down at me, but blurs into something indiscernible as Paul’s spent body suddenly collapses on top of mine.
“Lord, move off.” I rock my hips, shoving against his shoulders. “Asshole. You’re going to kill me.”
He laughs, rolling onto his back and pulling off the condom with a satisfied groan. He ties it off. “Goddamn, I don’t think I’ve ever filled one of these this much before. My dick might need a week to recover.”
Mm. I guess I’ll take that as a compliment.
Go, Brooke. Wreck those penises.