Princess (MF)

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 37,561
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[Siren Classic: Erotic Contemporary Romance, spanking, HEA]
Becky is thrown into a world she has never known, where $150 for a dinner is normal, and a trip to NYC is just a weekend thing.
But the issues just keep coming. First it’s Becky’s jealous roommate who wants John for herself, then John’s grandmother who thinks Becky’s nothing more than a gold digger and won’t stop until she gets Becky out of her grandson’s life.
All Becky cares about is being with the man she loves! She doesn’t care how much money he has or where he takes her, in fact she would rather they go somewhere cheap so she could pay for dinner. And John, John just wants Becky, no matter what, how, or who comes in the way. 
Note: This book is written in one point of view.
Note: This book is written in first-person point of view.
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Princess (MF)
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Princess (MF)

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 37,561
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Oh, this is awkward.I hope he doesn’t notice me. I bowed my head, brushing my hair into my face.

I moved forward as someone went to the counter to place their order. Oh noo…I could feel it coming. My nose itched and I sniffled before letting out a series of quiet sneezes. Please don’t turn around, please don’t turn around. And he did.

Turning to face me, a smile spread across his lips and his eyes lit up. “Well hello.”

“Hi.” I smiled, pushing the hair out of my face. The entire world stopped for a fraction of a second and my heart skipped a beat. “How are you doing?”

“Pretty good, yourself?”

“Good…just, on my way home from work.”

“Ahh right, you said you worked at a bar, right?” I nodded. “Did you finish that book yet?”

“No, I’m still stuck on the Celtic mythology part. I haven’t had much time for reading.”

Someone stepped away from the counter and he moved forward to place his order. He stopped halfway to the counter and turned back to me. “Could I buy you a coffee, Becky?”

“Um…sure.” I followed him up to the counter as he placed his order. The women turned to look at me. “Could I get a small hot chocolate please.”

She rang our total up and he pulled out a twenty-dollar bill.

“So.” He turned to me. “I don’t mean to drag you into this but I’m guessing your friend isn’t going to call me back, is she?”

I opened my mouth, figuring out how I was supposed to reply. “Well…she isn’t really my friend, we just kinda…live together with a bunch of other people, mostly because I am broke and can’t afford to live anywhere else.” I gave a forced laugh. “But, I think you are right… If you haven’t heard from her by now she is either playing hard to get or not going to call you back.” A blush rose to my face as the waiter brought us our drinks.

“Thank you.” He smiled as we picked them up and headed for the door. “I was thinking, you seem like you would like to go to a fundraiser at a museum, there’s one tomorrow night and I’m dateless…Would you like to come with me? There will be a great exhibit open on Greek goddesses” The last part was added as an afterthought.

“I…” Um yes please! But I don’t have anything to wear, and it’s not like I can afford to go out and get a new outfit. Not that I was going to tell him that. “I would love to.” I’ll find something. I decided.

“Awesome.” He beamed, holding the door open for me. “It’s formal. I’ll pick you up?”

“That sounds great and, um, thanks for the hot chocolate.”

“Anytime. I’ll be there at five-thirty. The fundraiser starts at six.” He turned in the opposite direction of where I was going and headed off.

I stood there for a second as I processed everything that had just happened. I think I just got a date. I grinned, taking a sip of my hot chocolate. Butterflies filled my stomach and I started trying to piece together what I would wear.


* * * *


I looked myself over in the mirror, tugging at the knee-length black dress. The lace sleeves fell to my wrists, my silver cuff on top of the right one. My short red hair was tied up in a bun at the very top of my head.

With long lashes, my best attempt at a smoky eye, and glossy lips, I decided it would have to be good enough.

A smile spread over my lips. I look pretty damn good for this being an $8 dress and makeup from 3 years ago.

I jumped as someone knocked on the front door. I rushed to get it

“Who is that?” Hayley asked as I rushed past her and Carly.

“A…friend,” I called before pulling the door open.

He was a couple inches taller than me, his hair was dark brown, and it looked like he shaved down to his scalp. He had dark brown eyes and most of his lower face was covered in a thin layer of beard hair. He looked me up and down before smiling. “Hey.”




“Maybe we should order dinner here?” I suggested.

“Sounds perfect.” John called from the bathroom.

I grabbed the menu from one of the bedside tables. “Hmmm, what do you want?”

“Is there a stake on the menu?”

I nodded. “Yup!”

John came out of the bathroom with a smile. “I was thinking, maybe we should have dinner in a little while? Right now we could just…spend some time together.”

I looked him up and down. His hair was damp and messy and he wore nothing but a towel. In terms of his build, it was all right. I mean, you could tell he worked out, but he wasn’t quite a Greek god. His arms flexed as he ran his fingers through his hair. A light stubble was starting to form around his neck and I had to admit, I liked it. My eyes trailed down his body to the V line below his abs, making me want to rip the towel away and see what was behind it.

“Yeah…time together sounds like a good idea.”

John grinned stepping closer to me, his fingers tangled between mine as he backed me up toward the bed. His lips crashed against mine aggressively.

I could feel his cock growing under the towel as he pushed me down onto the bed, the towel fell off, and I looked him up and down again. I looked down at his cock. Nothing crazy. I felt a sigh of relief pass through me, with how amazing this guy was it wouldn’t have surprised me if he had been…uh, large but this, this was perfect. I pulled him close to me, my teeth nipping his lips. He let out a sound of pleasure as his hands slipped up my top and under my bra.

I moaned as his fingers pinched my nipple. Wait, I didn’t bring condoms did I. I pulled away from our kiss and straightened myself up.

“What’s up?” John looked startled and scared.

“It’s just…I…” I closed my eyes. “I didn’t bring protection, did you?”

John’s lips touched mine as he chuckled. “Of course I did. Now can we go back to what we were doing?”

“Um, yes… Yes we can.” I ignored the blush that had come over my cheeks and concentrated on the kiss between John and me. He pulled away from our kiss long enough to slip my top off me. His lips left mine and traced their way down my neck and to my chest.

I moaned, reaching for his hard cock. The pleasure I got from holding it was just strange. I guess it has been a while though…That must be it. I let out a moan as my bra was unhooked and slipped off me, and his lips fell to my nipples. His hands traced over my body, resting on my hips. His lips came back to mine. He kissed me, nipped my lips, and pulled away.

“Um… I’m not very good with skinny jeans,” he admitted, a blush creeping over his face.

I laughed, distancing myself from him as I undid my jeans. “That’s all right, I’m not either.”

I took me a couple seconds but I got them off, and John pulled me back into his arms, his hands running over and up the inside of my thighs. His fingers brushed my panties out of the way before rubbing my pussy.

I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath. It had been a long since someone else had done that to me. John pushed me onto my back, sliding between my legs.

I watched as he bent down and kissed my pelvic bone. His teeth hooked onto the hem of my panties. I let out a laugh as he looked up at me and began to pull them down my legs. I raised my hips so he could get them to my knees and when he got there, he dropped them and let his hands finish what his mouth had started.

“That was talented.”

“I aim to impress.” He bent back down, his lips tracing over my uppermost thigh.

I moaned spreading them wider, my fingers brushing over my clit.

“You know, I can do that,” he said between kisses.

My grin widened. “You could, but I was hoping you could do something else.” I eyed his cock, which looked like it had gotten harder.

John rolled off the bed and I watched as he went to his wallet, picked it up, and opened it. He pulled something out of it and came back to me. I watched as he unwrapped the condom and slipped it on.

He slipped between my legs, his cock resting against me as his hands found mine. He slipped into me gently. Thrusting lightly, he started off slow. His hands squeezed mine as he moved harder and faster.

I let out a mix between a gasp and a moan as he slid into me harder and harder. I untangled one of my hands from his and moved it to my clit. Pounding, rubbing, faster, harder. It all felt so good. I moaned louder.

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