His Arranged marriage

Savage“Let me in, lass. I need to ask you something.”She sighed. “Fine. I was about to take a coffee break anyway. Follow me.”We walked around the little house until we reached a converted garage, complete with a bakery truck with a logo splashed across the side that read BSB Bakery.The delicious scent of baked goods was stronger over here, and my stomach growled.“How do you stand it?”“Stand what?”“Working in these conditions? I’d eat it all and never sell a single thing.”She shrugged. “I like money.”“Fair.”Music blared from inside the garage-turned-kitchen, and I caught sight of Scarlett working with a piping bag, her brow furrowed in concentration as she decorated a three-tiered cake.“This is where you bake everything? And you sell out of that little truck?” I asked, disbelief coloring my words.“For now, yeah. We’re leasing a space downtown, but our entire kitchen needs to be gutted and redone.”“Sounds expensive.”She took a tight breath, that tension returning to her s

BECCAI woke with a heavy arm draped across my waist, the scent of Taylor Savage sending arousal through me. God, the man was sexy as fuck.“Don’t you move, lass? I’m comfortable. If you leave me, I’ll be cold, and you’ll have something else to feel guilty for.”I let out a soft giggle. “That line is getting old.”“You’re right. It’s outlived its usefulness.”“Ah, so you admit you were using it to your advantage. Milking it for all it was worth.”“It worked, didn’t it?” He tightened his hold on me, tugging me into his body.“Looks like it.”“Are you hungry?”“Are you offering to feed me breakfast?”“Of course I am. Coffee too.”I snuggled into him, the deep groan that rumbled from his chest making me shiver with longing. “I’m a lover of coffee.”“Mmm. I’d rather you be my lover.” And then there was the hard ridge of his erection pressed against my ass.Wow. There was potential for significant damage to be done if he knew how to use that thing.His lips trailed over my shoulder, the ro

TAYLORShe walked toward me, her syrupy sweet smile telling me I was in big trouble. “You know what? You’re right. It’s not what this was. You and I had a good time, and that’s all. Thanks for the orgasm, Taylor. I’ll see you around.”I reached for her, needing to pull her into my arms so I could kiss the sass right out of her, but she jerked away.“No. I’m going home. Like I should have done last night.”“Come on, Becca. Give me a chance to prove it to you.”“The only thing you’ve proven was that you’re the player I suspected you were from the start.” Tugging open the door, she shook her head. “I’m not interested in that. I’m not someone you can toy with. Goodbye, Taylor.”She left me standing there, the echoes of her voice ringing in my mind, the sweetness of her perfume lingering in the air.I pressed my palm to the doorframe and let her leave, determined to win her over and show her we’d be good together. One way or another.“Fuck it,” I muttered before running after her.I caught