Page 49 of Savage in the Sweets
But all the good looks and charm in the world doesn’t erase the fact that although he had a wife and four children, he’s been leering at me for three years.
I force a smile. “While I am flattered by your generous offer, I have a feeling I know where that would lead, and I’m not altogether okay with that.”
“Would it really be so bad?” he asks.
“Actually, I don’t do casual.”
“You’re in luck. In my line of work, a good, solid family image is highly valued, and my children deserve stability when they come to stay with me.”
I’m not sure whether I’m shocked, offended, or both. “Are you saying you’re not even going to try and win Kate back?”
“She left, not me,” he says nonchalantly. “If she wants to come back, she’s going to have to put in a lot of work.”
I ball my hands into fists under the counter where he can’t see them but remain civil, knowing that a man with as much power as Donald Setland is a terrible enemy to have.
“And truth be told,” he continues, “I’m not even sure I’d take her back. She was beautiful back when we were in college, but the more time that passes, the less she cares about putting in any effort. And you, by god—you don’t even need to try with that tight little body of yours. And believe me, I know exactly what to do with it.”
What I wouldn’t give to punch this man.
“Your wife is beautiful, even after four children.”
“This isn’t about her,” he says, his voice firm and tense.
“Mr. Setland, if you’re not interested in purchasing anything, I’m afraid I’m gonna have to ask you to leave.”
“Understood.”
He turns, rushing out the door as I bring out my phone to text Colin.
Lacy:I just had some creep come onto me, and I need you to help me forget about it.
Colin:I’ll be right there!
Colin
With only five people working out at the gym and two staff members on duty, I feel good about leaving for a lunch-time interlude.
As soon as I pass through the door to Lacy’s shop, she pulls it closed and locks it.
It’s unbearable being in her presence without touching her, holding her, so I pull my candy queen into my arms, crashing my lips against hers.
Her needy moans send a chill up my spine, and my cock becomes steel.
“Ummm…we need to take this to the back room.” She gestures to the wall. “Windows.”
I scoop her up and head on through the door to the back, setting her down on a desk in the corner.
It’s impossible not to kiss her as my hands rove her body, feeling her breasts through her shirt as she kicks off her shoes and wiggles out of her yoga pants, taking her panties along with them.
Once she’s free, she yanks my shirt up and over my head, and I do the same with hers. Then I unhook her bra and practically tear it off, frantic to see more flesh.
I give a low whistle as I gaze at her with lust-filled eyes.
“Oh, almost forgot!” Lacy takes a bottle, turns it over, and a thick stream of caramel cascades over her pussy.
“I, ah, thought you said you were zero calories.”
She presses firmly down on my head. “Quit complaining.”
