She's everything he wanted in a woman…except for one thing.
Plus-sized bakery owner Jacqui Jacobson's confidence is at an all-time low after her public divorce and her ex-husband's despicable accusations. So the last person she expects to show interest in her is racing hot-shot Nick Barrister. But when the two click over her risqué cake designs, it seems like icing on the cake.
However, Jacqui hasn't told him that not being able to have children was the main cause for her marriage ending. As her relationship with Nick turns from casual to serious he expresses his desire for children, and now time is running out. Can she tell him first before her ex-husband, who has reared his ugly head and is determined to destroy her new-found happiness, beats her to it? And will Nick still want her once he finds out?
Content Warning: contains lots of steamy sexual content and exciting racing action
The woman behind the counter stole Nick's breath. She was lovely. The apron around her waist accentuated her voluptuous figure. Her smile was beautiful, lighting her up from within.
"Good afternoon. How can I help you?" She was tall, topping him by a good five inches. She had a gorgeous, kissable mouth and glowing cheeks. Her wide-set, gray-green eyes sparkled like the sea.
Nick cleared his throat. "I need to order a cake."
"Sure. What would you like?" She reached across the counter, the action pulling her light-blue t-shirt tighter across her luscious curves and giving him a tantalizing glimpse of her cleavage.
"I'm sorry?" he asked, mortified heat searing his neck.
"What's the occasion?" Her lyrical voice slid down his spine like a caress.
He shifted his weight, his embarrassment intensifying. "Bachelor party," he stammered.
She guided him to the book on display. Nick flipped to the bachelor and bachelorette selection. They ranged from funny to outrageously raunchy to downright pornographic. He looked up, right into her glowing green eyes. "Don't you get turned on by these cakes?" he asked.
The woman across from him shrugged, and a corner of her mouth kicked up in a sexy little half-smile. "I've been creating them for so long that I don't think about it anymore."
The faint color settling high across her cheekbones was endearing. He'd been around brazen pageant queens and pit lizards so long that the blushing beauty before him was refreshing. She seemed to lack the artifice that was so prevalent among the women who hung around trying to attract the attention of professional athletes.
Suddenly, the urge to touch her overwhelmed him. He had a feeling that she wasn't aware of the green smudge of icing on her cheek and he took advantage of the opportunity. He leaned over the display case and cupped her cheek in his palm, bringing her closer to him. Her skin felt like satin beneath his touch as he wiped away the icing, his lips a hair's breadth from hers.