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Sin Pointe front man Stefan Calderon is playing a very dangerous game and his mom’s live-in caretaker, Dani Foster, just landed right smack in the middle of it.
Practically strangers when Stefan rolls into his small hometown looking to patch things up with Mom, his and Dani’s worlds collide with a hot and intense hook up. He knows right away this woman will make the perfect partner for his two weeks in town. But when she realizes whose son he is, and what he’s there to do, sexy times come to an abrupt halt.
That is until they come up with a solution. Rules. Every game needs them. The question isn’t if they’ll break them, but when and how hard.
It’s a wickedly delicious game, one neither of them intends to lose.
The door made a metallic sounding groan as she opened it and let him back in.
“Here,” he said. “For you.”
Stefan started to hand her the package of grape licorice but when her face lit up, he pulled it back. Curious that such a simple thing pleased her so much, he didn’t mean to tease her, but couldn’t help it. Until she frowned.
He wouldn’t be mean for long but he craved her strange reactions to him. Stefan bit a corner of the plastic wrapping off and pulled out one piece. Would she tell him to grow up or insist she didn’t like being teased? The sweet, distinct smell overpowered their small space. He held the purple candy stick out to her and rather than furthering the play by taking his offering into her mouth, she tugged it from him with her fingers and then fed it to herself. Which, fuck, was even hotter. He just smiled, hiding the heat exploding under his skin.
“Listen, you’re not just beautiful,” he told her as she chewed and then took another piece when he held out the package. “And this ex of yours might be good, but…” She wouldn’t be pleased if Stefan insulted this guy, no matter that her heart was broken. He could sense that much. “He’s obviously not too bright. You’re fucking sexy as hell, and yeah it’s an old cliché, but any guy would be lucky to have you.” He pinned her with a stare and waited to see how she’d take that last bit. Damn, he must really want in her pants because even Stefan knew he was laying it on thick. She took out another piece of licorice but to his surprise, she offered it to him instead of eating it herself. The smell was way too sweet—not his particular liking—so he smiled, showed her the gum he was chewing between his teeth and offered the licorice back to her. Now if she’d have offered to let him eat it from her mouth, he’d have downed the whole package, no matter how nasty the sweet grape would have made his cinnamon gum.
She shook her head and wiped her nose. The cute but reddened tip of it rose and she said, “Prove it.”
Had he heard her right?
His cock had, crystal clear. Stefan shifted, trying to find a comfortable spot for his junk. Damn, it wasn’t happening and her eyeing him only taunted and grew him more.
“Prove it?” he asked, his voice rumbled in his throat, not quite the growl he could have let out but close.
A sniffle sounded when she breathed in. She dared him with her eyes.
Fuck, Will probably had his pizza by now and who knew what other gift shop oddities. But no way could he leave her after what she’d just said. Old him, new him. In the middle him. This was about her.
Self-esteem wasn’t her problem.
She had a wild streak, and she’d just dared the wrong man. He stared, hard and direct, committing to take her on with each second that ticked by between them. The package of licorice fell to the floor. Heat made everything smell sweeter in their four by four metal box.
“You don’t mean that,” he said into her face, allowing her the time to back off and recant if she’d just been fooling with him. If all she’d wanted were the words of praise he’d already given her and nothing else. More often than not, the good ones did that, no matter how curious they were about him. He knew he gave off a strong sexual aura. Intimidating to some, he hadn’t always been like this.
He waited, ready to play but expecting her to call game over any second now.
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