my lips around his big, rigid cock. His balls are tight, and I massage them gently, stroking his shaft as I take him as deeply as I can.
It turns me on, sucking him off, knowing his milky come is going to slide down my throat, marking me as his. I move my mouth faster, suctioning it around him the way he loves, and he runs his hands through my hair, making me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world.
“I’m gonna come, baby,” he warns and I smile, loving this part, when his hot ribbons of cream fill me up. He knows I like it, and I keep sucking him as he finishes, then I crawl on top of him, the same way I did the very first time we made love.
“I need you in me, Kaden. Now.” I stoke his shaft, his fingers deep in my pussy, finger fucking me the way I love. Soon he is rock solid again, and my whimpers turn to moans as my juicy pussy gushes over his hand.
“Oh God,” I groan, sinking down on his cock, swiveling my hips. “Yes, yes!”
We move as one, a perfect unit, a match made in heaven. Ready for the rest of our lives together.
We may have fallen in love over a game of trivia, but the answer is simple, if anyone asks: if you get a chance to share some free chips and salsa — splurge. Even if the guac is extra, it’s totally worth it.
Don’t Go Bacon My Heart
The Way To A Man’s Heart Book 4
I’m a cop, so when I see a damsel in distress, I jump into action.
But the crook isn’t who I want to handcuff… it’s Valerie, the sweetheart I just saved.
I’m ready to tie her up and make her mine.
Problem is, she’s my little sister’s best friend… and she thinks I’m just a nice guy.
But I want to be her guy. Now and forever.
When I take her to the local diner to talk some sense into her, I order eggs and hash browns, praying I won’t get a side of her bacon my heart.
Dear Reader,
Vance is a good cop who wants to play dirty.
Grab a pan, baby, let’s fry up something nice and hot.
He’s ready for this short & filthy breakfast date… are you?
xo, frankie
Chapter One
Vance
Halfway through my workout and all I can think about is the breakfast I’m gonna get after this. Usually, as a cop, I am a total cliché — donuts and black coffee — but today I am kicking some serious ass and have really worked up an appetite.
“Grady, wanna grab breakfast at Hot Spot after this?” I ask my buddy.
He grunts, finishing his push-ups. “Gotta get to work. Have an order of topsoil coming when I open.”
“What about you, Trent?” I ask the new guy. He’s a professor at the local college and just started working out with us. Lately, it’s been the three of us working out together. My other workout partners are dropping like flies with the new women in their lives. I swear, Josh, Matt, and Kaden all shacked up within the last few months. Something must be in the water at this gym.
Speaking of, Trent grabs a water bottle. “I wish. I got breakfast plans already.”
“Yeah?” Grady asks, mid-crunch. “With who?”
Trent shrugs. “A student. It’s a tutoring session.”
“It’s all good,” I say, starting my dead weight reps. “I can see if Georgie can come.”
“How is Georgie?” Grady asks. “Still going out a lot?”
I scowl. “Yeah, I don’t know what her deal is. Every night she’s out at some club.”
Grady shakes his head and I appreciate his concern. He’s my best friend for a reason. We’ve been through thick and thin together — when I got shot in the line of duty four months ago, he was the guy taking me to my doctor appointments every few days for weeks on end.
I text my sister, but she doesn’t reply. It’s annoying how MIA she’s been. To be fair, I remember Kaden saying the same thing about his sister, Trista.
Who knows — maybe everyone has lost their minds. I swear, every time I log into social media I get a glimpse that the world is falling apart.
I don’t want that to be true. Not until I get what I want. Selfish, maybe. But I mean it. I don’t want Antarctica to melt or a virus to sweep the world before I get the girl of my dreams.