The S-class Guide As Sweet As Honey Novel Novels & Stories

He almost stepped forward but then hesitated. I got into the car without another glance. Wealth, however great, was fleeting without true competence. I recognized that the beggar was Daniel. But so what? We were strangers now.

Tell me when you done , ignoring her question he only snatched up his car keys and made his beeline to the door. You really deserve to be in hell, cussing him she instantly followed him. I don't care as long as we together, he smirked before throwing the keys to the chauffeur. Together! , Surprised she immediately exclaimed. Perish the thought, shrugging his shoulders he walked to his bodyguards. Oh Lord cuss him, running her fingers through her hair she entered inside the may bach and the instant she did she immediately stared around and for heaven's sake the interior was damn beautiful with black leather seats and a television .

After seeing her Selena off she quickly walked over to her new boyfriend. "I'm done we can leave now." "Hmmm" He seemed unfocused when talking to her. Like she was invisible. Sabrina blinked her eyes twice then just got into the car. He also got in and sat in the driver's seat. The car was a black limited Maybach. There was only five in the world and somehow he happen to be part of that population. But she Sabrina Harris didn't react to the car as much as James wanted. She looked at the car like any other ordinary vehicle. she was neither impressed or asking about it as if she had seen it before.

“Nobody has beautiful feet.” “You do.” He kissed my ankle. My instep. The delicate bones along the top. “Everything about you is beautiful.” “That’s the honey talking.” “I haven’t opened the honey yet.” *Then he did. The lid twisted off with a soft pop, and the smell of wildflower filled the space between us. He drizzled a thin line along the top of my foot—cold, then warm as it met my skin—and lowered his mouth.* *His tongue was hot and slow and devastating. He licked the honey off in long, deliberate strokes, tracing every tendon, every bone, every inch of skin I’d never thought of as sensitive until his mouth was on it. I gripped the couch cushions and tried to remember how to breathe.*

He was under me—strong, steady—his back pressed to the seat, his mouth on my chest again, sucking and biting at my nipple like it was the only thing keeping him alive. He poured more honey onto his palm and smoothed it over my waist, my thighs, then between us. My black pants had been tossed aside like an afterthought. We were both completely naked now—our skin slick with sweat and honey, warm and glowing under the last sliver of sunset bleeding through the windshield. He licked a slow trail across my collarbone, and then down, his mouth sticky-sweet, his tongue dragging across my stomach. “You taste like sugar,” he murmured, biting into the skin just above my hip. “And sin.”

The wine tasted strangely sweet. Almost cloying. But the restless energy it created felt like relief. It distracted me from the silence of my empty penthouse. I drained the glass. The warmth intensified. It stopped being a burn and became a fever. The noise of the room faded away. My focus narrowed until only Clara existed. She was speaking. Her words flowed smoothly, like honey. But I could not understand them. All I noticed was her neck. The gleam of her exposed skin. The weight of her perfume—heavy and intentional.

I laughed so hard the composure I was building – of a high class woman – chartered, throwing back to Adele Ford, the simple resort owner surrounded by lovers of croissants, plus a dark erotic novel lover. I missed those days. God, I couldn't wait for this ‘honeymoon’ phase to be over so I could return to Greenville. “Hey, don't come back here empty handed. Buy as many spicy, dark, hot male lead novels as much as the capital’s bookshops hold! Also, I want spicy gist too. Create as much drama as your thick skin allows! Don't let those rich motherfuckers walk all over you, you're bigger than them now, squash them under your heels if you must!”

Synopsis: Jade signs up to meet her first sugar daddy. She expects old money — not dangerously sexy. One drink turns into a night she’ll never forget… and maybe never recover from. ⸻ Chapter 1 The moans echoed in her mind. “Ahh, yes… deeper,” Gia gasped. “I want all of you, go deeper.” Her voice trembled with release. “I’m so close, I’m gonna cum… ahh—” Bzzz! Bzzz!

Leo, the young stepson; Marcus, the giant guard; and Silas, the muscular gardener. "I want to taste the earth," Sarah whispered. She reached into a basket on the table. It was full of fresh honey from the estate’s bees and a jar of thick, cold cream. She poured the honey over her thighs. It looked like liquid gold in the moonlight. Then she took the cream and smeared it over her belly and her pussy. The white cream stood out against her tanned skin. "Silas, come here," she commanded. "Clean me. Use your tongue to taste the honey and the cream. I want to feel the dirt on your hands while you do it."

he chuckled as he asked her. “I heard,” Scar said. “Mouse, this is more like an audition than anything else.” He said softly. “An audition for what?” she asked as she looked around. “To find the perfect baby.” He said. “What?” She asked as she met his eyes. “Your friend must be one if she was able to get you in here. It is a closed event.” He said. “A baby, you know sugar, baby.” “A sugar baby?” She asked. “Sweetheart, you know nothing about any of this, do you?” he asked, taking in her wide eyes.