Sweet Cheeks by J. Dorothy Read Free Book Online

being hurt by rubbing the spot where I just hit him. “Hey, wasn’t my fault you left them lying around for anyone to eat.”
    I arch a brow. “They weren’t lying around. I hid them in the back of the cupboard to give to Cam. I always bake extra for him.”
    His smile drops and I realize what I’ve just said. Crap. And I was doing so well. I try to recover.
    “I baked extra for you too. Cam told me you like butterscotch, so in a way you inspired this lot. They were probably my best seller to date.” I give him a small smile and wait to see what he says.
    Another cheeky grin spreads across those beautiful lips. “Inspired, huh?”
    Oh yeah, real inspired you have no idea how inspired I am right now.
    A blush creeps over my cheeks at that thought, and I turn away quickly to make the coffee so he doesn’t see the effect he’s having on me. Holy crap . It’s hot in here.
    Then the hot meter skyrockets as he moves behind me and places two hands on either side of the counter top where I’m trying to make coffee. My whole body is on fire as he leans in and his breath brushes over my neck. I’m so glad I chose this dress. His lips are at my ear. And my heart is in my throat. I close my eyes, so all my senses are alert to his warmth and his smell, as it surrounds me.
    “I lied before,” he whispers, and my legs nearly give way.
    I can’t ask what about. I can hardly breathe right now.
    “I like my coffee sweet and creamy.” And his lips brush over my ear lobe and down my neck.
    O.M.G. I can’t take much more of this, and if he’s messing with me again, I really am going to cry.
    Then like a bucket of ice cold water, the front door slams and Tanning moves quicker than the speed of light, stepping away from me, and I literally have to grip the counter top to stop from melting into the floor.
    Shit.
    My heart is pounding, and I don’t dare move, lest my legs give way. I was wrong. This guy is far from dangerous. He’s like a ticking time bomb, ready to set me off. I want him like I’ve never wanted anything or anyone before. Defences be damned. If he wants to see the real me, he can. He can have every bit of me, as long as I can have a little bit of him. Any bit. I’m desperate, but I’d take anything he had to offer right now.
    For the first time in my life, I am in so deep and in so much trouble.

SiX
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    Tossing and turning is all I can do. I can’t sleep. My body is on overdrive thinking about Tanning and what he did before Bailey and Cam got home. Ugh. I sit up and pull back the covers. Maybe a hot tea will make me forget all those lustful thoughts that won’t leave my brain. Yeah, I’ll get up and think of other things. Like… like… oh, stupid brain. All I can think about is his hot breath blowing on my neck and the shivers it sent everywhere. All over me. God, I want to scream. That, or race into his room and tear his clothes off. Crappy thoughts. Now I have that new sexy image in my brain.
    Stupid, stupid brain.
     I stomp into my slippers, but don’t bother to cover up. I have on my favorite red silk night shirt, but I can’t be bothered changing. I march out of the room. It must be the middle of the night, I won’t see anyone. I creep down the hall and pass Tanning’s bedroom. Keep going, keep going, I say in my head, but I stop and listen outside. It's dark underneath and I can hear his deep breathing. I am so tempted to push his door open. I’d only watch him sleep. I’d do anything to watch him sleep. I mean, I’d much rather he was awake, but even a glimpse of him might settle me down. No. I can’t. He’d freak. Okay, keep moving.
    So I do. I make it into the kitchen and I’m just about to turn on a lamp, when I see a shadowy figure move.  Crap. Who is that? And why are they wandering around in the middle of the night?
    I grab a cushion off the couch and cover Treasure Pot. Not sure what protection that will give me, but its instinct and I do it