Don't Get Too Comfortable Sweetheart Novels & Stories

"Hi, Butterfly, You're the first woman to beat me at my own game. I like that about you. You are feisty. You have saved your diner. And not because I wanted a diner inside of that restaurant. But because you put me in a hot spot. People would complain about me if I did not return to the restaurant. Everybody will say that I am heartless. I must admit that I have underestimated you. However, there's one thing you need to know. I was teasing you when I said you could save the diner if you married me. I like you. I would love to get to know you better. I understand you do not believe in love as much as I don't. We might as well go out together and have fun. I promise I will not touch you if you

She’d called me ‘sweet’ again because I wanted to go with her even though I would be bored. As she started to walk away, I grabbed her hand and stepped closer to her. Her breathing faltered as I came a little too close for comfort. Her sweet perfume wafted around me, and I wanted nothing more than to lean in and press my face against her neck. Her eyes widened in bewilderment, showing her vulnerable, nervous side as I stepped even closer, so close that our chests were almost touching.

Before she could say anything, Sweet, ever the gentleman, swiftly removed his suit jacket and draped it over her shoulders. Seline was taken aback by the gesture, her heart skipping a beat at the unexpected act of kindness. She wrapped herself in the jacket, reveling in its warmth and the faint scent of Sweet's cologne. It was a moment of closeness and shared warmth that left her feeling both grateful and strangely connected to her enigmatic boss.

Get some sleep" "Yes I will. I don't know if I will ever be able to fall in love with you but one thing is sure, I won't be able to get over your body. The pleasures I got tonight was hella crazy. You're so damn sweet girl that I wanna go over and over again with you. Good night" he muttered

'If what sweetheart' is not a question to be maybe answered, but a demand that needs to be answered. His heart racing he finds the courage to finish his thought. "If you didn't want to show off those big, beautiful tits of yours Mom." Her face lights up like a 1000 megawatt bulb. She turns on her heel and heads back to the desk. She once again leans back against the old desk while arching her back forcing those giant bra-less tits to press so invitingly up against her ivory blouse. "Your kind words warm my soul sweetheart so I shall reward you with the truth."

His thumb swept across her jawline “I told you baby…no private talks with Jessica…You need anything– anything at all– ask me” Jessica peeping at them, amused. Words made out of cotton candy spilling from a wood chipper. So soft, calm, and soothing while he can be prancing furious tiger at the office sometimes.

Even Caramel finishes his food easily, though he is the last of us. As soon as that happens, we all look at Doctor Sweet. She is beautiful, the gentle look on her face able to make the weird thing in my chest loosen a bit. Even when she smiles, her eyes light up and makes the tension around us reduce by a thousandfold as she says "How are you?" There is silence at first but Strawberry breaks it by scoffing "That's a very fucked up question, isn't it Sweet?" She doesn't remind him of the no cussing on the table rule, her eyes rather are on Caramel "Love?"

Stacie Woodward's words had barely left her mouth when I knocked over my wine glass right there and then. Her expression darkened at once. "It's such a wonderful day, and you just have to ruin it for me, don't you? "Your dad's condition has been the same for years. He's managed with cheap meds, why can't it stay that way? "Stop being so selfish, Reuben Holt. Do you think my money grows on trees?" With that, she shoved a few discount coupons straight down my collar. "Today's Tory's celebration party, so I suggest you don't start trouble. Now, apologize to him, give him a toast, and we'll forget this ever happened."

"You have a nice figure. Are you from the dance school?" "I am. A lot of my friends are here to earn some pocket change too. You're weird, sir. Why are you asking so many questions?" Hermione pressed her soft body closer to me. She wound her arms around my neck and leaned her face closer to my neck. As she spoke, her breath brushed against my ear intimately. "It's not easy getting money from you, is it, sir? Do you want me to be more proactive?" In truth, I hadn't touched any women since my wife eloped with another man.

I couldn't stop myself "Hello sweetheart" She steps back and yells "What the hell?!" When she finally looks up at me, her eyes widen for a split second before a blank stare comes on her face. I couldn't help but smirk at her reaction. Yeah girl I know I'm sexy as fuck I can't help it. "I see you're new here sweetheart" She rolls her eyes and sarcastically says "No shit Sherlock. What gave you that idea?" Wow that sassy attitude and smart mouth just made my pants a little more tighter than it already was, shit I need to get this under control. Before she can fully walk around me I grab her arm and pull her back to me thinking I can sweet talk her a little only I don't take in account her fei