Faith Bryant has two problems. One, she can’t stand her neighbor, and two, she can’t stop thinking about him. Hunter Graham is sexy, sinful, and totally off-limits. For a year, he’s played the main role in all of her fantasies. Only now, she doesn’t want him there. After seeing a few women—and a couple of men—leave his apartment crying, she knows he’s a bad guy.
Then he even wants to borrow some of her sugar. How dare he?
All he wanted was a cup of sugar!
Hunter is a life coach. He breaks all the rules to help his clients any way that he can. When it comes to his beautiful, curvy neighbor, he’s played the gentleman, even though he wants to do nothing more than fuck her.
Now he thinks she’s a bitch, and she thinks he’s a womanizer. When the truth is revealed, who will cave first? Can two people overcome their first impressions to find passion beneath, and maybe even love?
Be Warned: spanking
Their meal was lovely, and even though he couldn’t remember what they ate, he knew it was delicious. She captivated him in a way no other woman had.
It was strange having her drive them back to their apartment, and even stranger to be following her up to the same floor.
“So, this is me,” she said, nodding at her door.
“This is me also,” he said.
“Do you still need that sugar?”
He shook his head. “No. While you were entertaining my friend I was out buying some.”
She licked her lips, and he noticed her gaze fall to his. Suddenly, she shook her head, and turned toward her door. “I really enjoyed tonight, and thank you for the dinner.”
Hunter couldn’t do it. He couldn’t let her go into her apartment without her knowing exactly what he wanted.
Reaching out, he grabbed her arm, and pressed her against the door. Sinking his fingers into her hair, he tilted her head up. “I need to have one little taste.” Slamming his lips down on hers, he claimed her. Sliding his tongue against her mouth, he heard her gasp. He felt her hands sliding up his arms, and sinking into his hair, holding him close. The door stopped him from moving this into her apartment. His cock pressed against her stomach, and he wanted inside her.
All of her lush curves were driving him crazy.
“I need you,” he said, pulling away.
Her plump lips were now red from his kiss. He couldn’t help but lick his own.
“No, you’re not,” she said.
He smiled. “You’re right, I’m not. I want you, Faith. I want to fuck you, and I’ve wanted to do that since the first day I met you. We started over, and I just thought you should know that.” He stepped away, leaving her to make the final decision.