Page 55 of Prince Charming

Her heart galloped. He was donating over $500 worth of food to a shelter. If Marianna had less restraint, she would have flung herself at his face and kissed him.

“That is a lovely thing to do.”

He shrugged as if it were no big deal. She knew different. The kindness from a stranger stayed with a person for life.

Along with the mountain of food, there was also a box of new books and toiletries in the back of the truck.

Goodness, would she ever discover the full depth to this man?

Her attraction to Tag went nuclear.

When they lugged the stuff up a long pathway to a huge brick house on the outskirts of the city, he talked to the manager. An attractive purple-haired woman gave him the biggest hug.

Jealousy pinched nastily at Marianna’s insides, but it dissipated when Tag’s touch stroked along her arm on his return.

“How often do you do that?”

“Couple times a month, more if they’re running low. The club does a charity bike run every year for the cancer hospital here. The town gets behind it. We do what we can. Kids are innocent, you know?”

A sluggish thud happened inside Marianna.

It was affection, for this great big man with his floppy blond hair, yawning awake.

Whatever anyone else thought about bikers, she knewhewas a good man.

Placing her hand on his arm; he cast his broody eyes at her.

“You always call me cute, but it is you who is cute this time, Tag. You are doing a lovely thing.”

He shrugged, embarrassed.

He was cute.

And handsome.

Her friend who she wanted to kiss desperately.

So that’s what she did when they climbed back into his truck. Refusing to let silly insecurities fog her mind. Not thinking at all when she reached over, cupped his face, and put her lips on his.

He grunted and opened. She took the invite to slide her tongue inside.

The easiest decision she’d ever made.

“Taking you home with me tonight, Marianna.” He groaned into her mouth, licking and biting. Sucking hard enough, she saw stars and ached in places that needed a rough touch. “I wanna touch you.”

She stalled. Breathing into his lips. “Oh…”

She pulsed so hard.

“Only touching. You can set the pace.”

Those big shovel hands already whipped Marianna into a frenzy only from a light, innocent stroke. If he had an idea to stick them into her panties, she might pass out.

Her pussy walls trembled. Needing him.

Anxiety and doubts wouldn’t get in the way because the thumb stroking her cheek was very persuasive.

Do not get attached.

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