From the moment Brice meets Danielle, he knows he has to have her. She makes his dick hard, and above all else, she makes him feel. No other woman has ever consumed him like this.
Danielle is attracted to Brice, but the first time they meet, he’s with another woman. She has no interest in dating a womanizer.
Determined to win her over, Brice gives himself to her to use for her creations in the kitchen. He’ll get to try her new recipes and win his way into her heart. But he’s come to realize he not only wants to fuck her, he wants to take her as his, to put his ring on her finger and a baby inside her.
With the press posting their own stories about them, Danielle can’t handle the pressure of her parents. When Brice gives her a suggestion for them to pretend to be together, she decides to play along.
But is it only pretend? When she’s with Brice, he makes her feel. He makes her want things she didn’t think she ever would. Between Danielle’s fears and their interfering parents, can the pair get a happy ending?
The outline shocked her at the sight of it.
Licking her dry lips, she forced herself to look at him.
“It would seem you and I had the same plans for the day.”
“What do you mean?” she asked.
He dropped down beside the tub, his fingers splayed out as he gripped the edge of the bath.
“I stroked my cock today, imagining you. Thinking about how you’d like licking my dick, sucking on it, and then how good your pussy would feel.”
“Tell me you weren’t thinking about me right now as your fingers were on your pussy.”
She wasn’t going to lie to him.
Staring into his brown eyes, she let out a gasp as his hand touched her knee. His touch was what she wanted … so much. She watched his hand as he slowly stroked up her inner thigh, every inch getting him closer and closer to her pussy.
When he finally touched her, she couldn’t contain her moan.
“Tell me to stop, Danielle. Tell me you don’t want my hand right here, feeling how wet you are. Tell me you weren’t thinking about me and that you’d never think about me.”
To tell him any of that would be a lie.
“Why are you fighting me? Fighting this?”
“Because I know that this won’t last and our parents want it to,” she said. The short time she spent with Brice, she knew he was different. She didn’t like he’d been dating someone else, and of course she felt a little jealous knowing he had. The man she’d come to see, the one who was staying with her, she liked him … a lot.
That was what scared her.
All the men she’d been with before, she had felt that initial attraction, but it had always fizzled out. It wasn’t strong. It didn’t make her weak.
Her first waking thought had never been about any of them.
With Brice, it was.
She thought about him when she really shouldn’t.
She liked him living with her, cooking for him, and just being around him. She didn’t need a rocket scientist to realize that she liked him a whole lot. That her liking him could quickly turn into something stronger.
He had a way about him that she enjoyed.
As his fingers stroked over her slit, sliding between the lips of her pussy, she was lost.
“I don’t give a fuck about what our parents think, and neither should you. This is about us, Danielle. No one else. I’m not going to let you run and hide anymore. If you want someone to play with this pussy, then come to me.”
“You’re not the boss of me.”
He filled her with two fingers as his thumb pressed against her clit. The pleasure was intense.
“Yes, I am.”