Little Brats Sara: Taboo Forbidden Erotica by Selena Kitt Read Free Book Online Page B

attempted to stand, but he stumbled back onto the couch with a groan, holding his head. If his slurred words were any indication, the man was likely still drunk. Not that she could blame him for it, under the circumstances.
    Maybe it was the way he’d used her childhood nickname, or maybe it was the distraught look on his face, but Sara went to him. She lowered herself into his lap, putting her arms around his neck, just like she used to do when she was a little girl. Daniel gave a pained groan, wrapping his arms around her waist. She comforted him, fingers moving through his reddish curls, tears stinging her eyes.
    “Let’s toast the end.” He picked up the bottle of mead, raising it. “Say goodbye to a beautiful dream. I’m sure you’ll get another job.”
    But, I don’t want another job, she thought. Instead, she took the bottle before he could put it to his lips, setting it aside, and said, “I don’t think you need any more. What you need is coffee—and a clear head to think about how to save the place.”
    “I’ve looked at it from every angle, Sara.” He looked morosely at the bottle she set on the table, then back at her. “There’s no way. We have to face facts. We have to say goodbye.”
    “Well, we still have customers today.” She sighed, moving to get up, but only managed to wiggle in his tight grasp. Daniel held her fast.
    “Don’t leave me.” He held her closer, rubbing his stubbly cheek against her cleavage, eyes closed, a sensation that sent little lightning bolts tingling through her. “Please, Sara. Don’t go.”
    “Okay,” she breathed, brushing hair away from his forehead, rubbing her hand slowly over the bristles on his face. “I won’t…”
    “Ever.” He kissed the top of her breasts, exposed in the V of her blouse, and Sara gasped. She could feel his hard cock against her ass. What was happening?
    “Daniel…” She swallowed hard.
    “I just want someone who appreciates me.” His mouth was hot against her skin. Sara whimpered when his cheek rubbed against her hardening nipple. “And I’ve never felt more for a woman than I do for you…”
    “Daniel, no,” she murmured, shaking her head, trying to deny it. “You’re drunk. You don’t know what you’re saying.”
    “I know exactly what I’m saying.” His gaze lifted, hot and full of lust, to meet hers. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted, cupcake. I was just too afraid to tell you.”
    “What?” she whispered, but his words couldn’t be mistaken when his hand moved up from her waist to cup the heavy weight of her breast in his hand.
    “I love you, Sara.” He sighed, absently thumbing her nipple, making her whimper and wiggle in his lap. “You were so eager to help me in the bakery at first, and I thought it would be good for both of us. I never dreamed…”
    “I love working with you,” she confessed. “Because of you, I’ve found my real passion.”
    “Passion.” Their eyes locked and Sara’s belly clenched at the dark look she saw in his. “Yes, you do have that, don’t you?”
    She didn’t know what to say, sitting there, face flushed, holding back the urge to wiggle over him, to feel the ridges of his erection.
    “You’re so beautiful.” His gaze dropped to her chest, lower to her waist, her generous thighs. “All these fucking curves. You drive me crazy.”
    “I do?” She blinked at him in surprise.
    “Hell yes.” He chuckled at the shocked look on her face. “Do you think men want women like your mother? All those hard angles now, her flat chest—might as well be fucking a man. But you… all this gorgeous flesh…”
    “Oh…” she breathed, his thumb stroking her nipple to full hardness now. She was embarrassed by his praise, finding herself looking away, studying his shirt, a pale denim with a mead stain that smelled of honey, like his breath.
    “You don’t believe me?” He cocked an eyebrow at her incredulous expression. “Can’t you feel what you’re doing to