Sweet Obsession by J. Daniels
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, events, and other elements portrayed herein are either the product of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to real persons or events is coincidental.
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Kari March, Kari March Designs
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Christine Borgford, Perfectly Publishable
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.
I stand from the bed and grab my clothes off the floor, dressing hastily as Paul treads to the bathroom. Slipping into my heels, I spin to grab my clutch off the nightstand and run straight into a bare chest.
“Oh, hey, sorry,” I mumble, shifting my weight on my feet. “Just grabbing my stuff.”
He squeezes my hips, bunching the material of my dress in his hands. “Where are you going? Stay for a little while.”
“Can’t. I need to get home.”
“We can order take-out or something. Are you hungry?”
“I already ate.”
His brow furrows as his grip on me loosens, then vanishes completely. His shoulders drop. “Why do I feel like I was just used?”
A laugh rumbles in the back of my throat. I move past him, picking up my clutch. “I had a nice time tonight. Maybe I’ll see you around.”
“And do what? Is this going to happen again if I do see you? ‘Cause if I’m being honest, Brooke, I’m not really feeling the love right now.”
I lift my head to look at him. His dark eyes are suddenly unsure. He looks wounded.