Sweet Sugar Candyman Novels & Stories

Her name tag says Candy, but the way she looks at me is anything but sweet. "Honey, with a body like that, why are you hauling crates?" Candy asks, her eyes raking over my curves. She reaches out, her long, manicured nails trailing down my arm before she cups her own breast, squeezing it until it spills over her lace bra. "Those tits... that ass. You’re wasted on the floor. Come backstage. One night on the pole and you’d have these bikers selling their souls to lick the sweat off your heels." I let out a short, sharp laugh, feeling a new surge of boldness. "Maybe another time, Candy. Right now, I’ve got drinks to serve."

Candy rolled her eyes as she let out a sigh, pushing her hair out of her way. “That’s not any better.” Candy said through gritted teeth. She could feel the heat of his body through her thin t-shirt, making her wolf want to roll over and submit to this man. No, not a man. Stolas was a demon. She could smell, taste it in the air. Taste on her tongue as he leaned closer to her. “What would you like me to call you?” He asked, his warm breath fanning across her lips and Candy closed her eyes, inhaling him in like he was a drug. His heady scent making her feel dizzy and intoxicated.

This book is a stand-alone, but you will understand the characters better by reading the books in order: 1. Sugar Baby 2. Sugar Daddy 3. Sugary Goodness "That's not how it is supposed to work Mr. McCain. Yes... I know you had paid a large amount of money. Yes... but our girl is still free to decide. It is quite clear on the agreement sir. Let's see, how about if I set you up with a more suitable girl for you? I'm really sorry about this. Why don't you take Jaquelyn to dinner first, anyplace of your choosing all expenses are on us, as a token of our apology. Then if you deemed appropriate, she will replace your previous one? And I will take care of everything personally. Yes sir, I understand

The pretence was not there anymore, this time, it was reality. At last, there he was, the mailman. He was dressed in a black suit and looked handsome but, not as him as my Johnny. I guess I was still under the influence of my lust for Johnny. The mailman opened his white teeth while shifting the file he was holding from his left to his right hand. "Good afternoon Mam! I'm here to deliver your message..."

"I'll do the honor to introduce you to it," "Den Den! Ice cream!" Sadie screeched on his hips before throwing me her innocent curious eyes, looking surprised to have screeched in front of a stranger. "You always promise her sweets on your every visit, but she gotta eat proper food first before ice cream." I pointed out. "You're just like my sister," he shook his head. I softly pinched Sadie's cute cheeks. She shyly smiled and leaned deeply against Arden's neck. So cute.

“I just chose a different route to cope with myself.” “What is that?” Being a Sugar Baby. Of course, I was not going to mention that scandalous word. I cleared my throat. “Work. I made myself busy. Anything to spend my time with. Because the moment I had time to even think, my thoughts would spiral and I would crumble. So, I kept asking for more work.” Work, in a Sugar Baby world, meant being a girlfriend slash listener slash maid slash secretary slash groomer slash sex friend. And in my world, a stock player in the dark.

A petite girl just woke up from her sleep. It seemed the temperature of the air conditioner in this room were low enough, making her naked body slightly cold. Just when a strong hand wrapped around her stomach, she realized that she was still in someone's apartment. The girl turned around and her eyes caught a man’s figure whom she had an intimate relationship for the past year. A grown man that she called 'Sugar Daddy'. Dominic Ethan Louis. "Dad, wake up, please!" The girl patted Dominic's cheek gently. Actually, she was too hesitant to touch the man’s face, which always looked so calm and peaceful. But she had no other choice now since she realized that this was already eight o'clock in th

Two years into the business of being a sugar baby and all she got were low income earners who needed an extra juice for themselves and the only breakthrough she had experienced so far was being a sugar baby to a man in his late seventies, he was old and his appearance was irritating enough to make any girl throw up, but the money she got from him was paying most of her bills. It wasn't enough even though he was filthy rich, he led her on with the promise that once he gave up in his battle of survival he would give her the greatest part of his wealth. That alone was enough to keep her by his side. It was vicious waiting for one to pass on to inherit some wealth but that was her only hope of a

“Go back inside.” “Rude,” Sugar said cheerfully, sipping her soda. “I was just coming to see if you two wanted midnight snacks. But clearly, you’re busy smoldering.” She did exaggerated air quotes with her free hand. I clutched the robe tighter around myself, cheeks flaming, lips still tingling like they knew what almost happened. “We were not smoldering!” “Sweetheart, if that wasn’t smoldering, I don’t know what is.” Sugar grinned wickedly. “You could fry an egg with the tension out here.”

What a manipulative man! .........