Red Hot Candy (22 All-New Delicious Romance Books by Best-Selling Authors about Alpha Males, Billionaires, Cowboys, and More for Your Summer Reading) (Red Hot Boxed Sets)

by Dani Dundee

“Pity.” He slammed his door and pulled me close. “A name like candy. No wonder so much of you is making my stomach hurt.” He let go of me, stripped his shirt off, and tossed the balled-up thing to the floor. His heady beach scent and lemony breath caressed me in a tickling breeze. “Divine. You didn’t answer my question. And I’m not a very patient man.”

  “It’s just … embarrassing to say out loud.”

  “Then take off your clothes.”

  I gave him my best appalled snarl. “Uh, no fucking way. I just told you I’m not a hooker.”

  “Well, I’m assuming, annoyance that you are, that you’re going to be sticking around, waiting for me to spit out a stinking letter, but I desperately need a shower, and I’m not giving you that sparkling gem unless you’re totally honest. And I’m certainly not letting you out of my sight, to wander around my suite as you please, maybe even rob me.”

  “I’m not a thief.”

  “No, probably not, but you are following me around and now contemplating stripping for me, all for one letter, so there’s no doubt in my mind you’d poke through my things. Take off your clothes or follow me as you are. Either way, you are coming in with me.”

  “Um, perhaps you missed my first two kiss-my-ass declines, but I am not taking a shower with you.”

  “You most certainly are. And you’re lucky enough to have the choice of modesty.” He seized my arm, dragged me into his bathroom of wonder, and slammed the door behind us.

  Whoa. The black marble walled shower was bigger than my walk-in closet and it had eight shower heads. What the heck were all of them for? Orgies? And the big-ass oval jacuzzi tub was larger than my kids’ pool.

  He shed his shorts and black bikini briefs like it was nothing and flipped the water on. The temp was so hot, steam quickly billowed and wafted out and kissed my face and bare arms with dainty chiffon scarves of moisture.

  My face sizzled as I drank in his naked body. Fuck, he was mouthwatering, so, so hot. Seriously, from perfect face to, um, wow, the whole damn rest of it.

  Too bad he knew it.

  “You’re coming in with me. Clothes, on or off, Miss Sweeten?”

  I gulped. What the hell. I might as well have some fun, right? My unfortunate ditch was a total buzzkill, but maybe it was a blessing in disguise. This guy was so testy and demanding, I bet I could piss him off enough for him to hurl me over his shoulder like a caveman and haul off on me without me even having to ask. How damn hot would that be! I was so turned on picturing the skin flick of that, I knew I’d regret it if I left now. Strip, D! Strip. My heart pounded so fast as I lifted my shirt over my head and tossed it to the floor. “Fine. Off.”

  When I unfastened the button on my jeans, he said, “Hmm, you must be really hungry to play on my side of the pool. I sure hope you like following rules, Divine. If you can submit to that, submit to me, I’ll show you how you can be totally treasured and what ecstasy really is.”

  I gulped. Treasured? I’ve never been treasured. Not by anyone. Okay, maybe the twins treasure me, but they literally slobber me with affection, so it doesn’t count. “Are you a Dom? Like, for real? You act like what I imagine of one.”

  He smirked as though I should be building castles in a sandbox somewhere because that would be a much more appropriate playground for a dolt like me. “As I said, you must be hungry.”

  My face burned as I kicked off my heeled sandals and increased my pile of shed articles. He watched me intently, his eyes like blue flames, as I peeled off every stitch of clothing. I ignored my fucking boring underwear and let out a slow exhale when I slid them down my legs. “Starving,” I said, stressing my truth with a slow lick across my tongue. “Sir.” I followed him into the jumbo shower...immodestly.

  I can call him, Sir, right? I sure hope so. Because the sparks that flicked to life in his already brilliant, radiant eyes when I said it made me tingle like never before. The tiny reaction made me feel so sexy and powerful. Oh, the mighty power that one word held. I brushed past his hot body, without daring to see if his focus took in my not-so-hot one. He was probably fighting off a gag. I am pretty toned and bootylicious from random workouts when I can snag them, and Zumba, but after having nursed two cookie monsters in an eighteen-month stretch, my full breasts were not the perkiest things without a bra, and my five-inch C-section scar wasn’t hidden by the top of the hairline that’s normally there because I freaking waxed it all off. I intended on showing off my ass tonight, not a full-frontal representation of yuck.

  It snatched my breath when he suddenly tucked his hand around my waist and spun me back around to crash into him.

  “God, you are sensational,” he growled so fiercely it made me weak. “I’m so glad you chose off’.”

  Okay, so maybe he didn’t notice the very obvious flaws on me. Or care.

  At the body-to-body crash, my lips met his sternum, making me blush. My exhale came out like a striking snake. “Uh, me too, Sir Your smooth skin and hard muscles feel so good.” I gulped and tried to step back, but he held me tightly against his body and tugged me with him into the perfectly pressured streams.

  I was so glad he didn’t snub my zany term for him that felt so right to say.

  “I sensed your hunger at the bar, with your clueless scratchings,” he said, swiping water back through my hair. “You’re tired of what now? No more games or hiding, Divine. You will tell me right now, or I’ll throw you out of here soaking wet. I don’t waste my time on women who can’t speak up. BDSM done right requires honest communication.”

  BDSM? Fuck me. I was really doing this? BDSM?! The excitement and arousal building up inside me, especially at being pressed against his sexy body, with his tower of confidence to coincide with it, was absolutely volcanic. My breasts rubbed against his firm, yummy pecs at each release of breath, and my heart throbbed against my ribs. “Um, I’m tired … of being unspanked … Sir.” My face sizzled and I licked the drops of water off my lower lip. “That’s what I was after with my whole date debacle. He wasn’t up for the task.” My pulse boomed and crashed as I forced out the words, “Are you?”

  “Maybe. Show my how naughty and deserving you are for my hand. Show me how compliant you can be.” He let go of me. “Stand against the wall and touch yourself.”

  I dropped my hold on him and stepped back, agape. “What?” He wants me to do that, for HIM?

  “Do it. Slide your fingers into your sweetest hole while I scrub myself down. Be a filthy, sultry slut for me. Give me a hot show.”

  “Um, okay.” My core started clenching, and a scorching firestorm flared up and rained down sparks, deep, deep inside me. I bit down on my moistened lip and closed my eyes as I slid my hand down my front. Now out of the bulk of the falling sprays, I shivered. I planted my ass against the wall and screeched at the chill but kept myself firmly against cold marble as I let my fingers tango down past my navel, over my soft hairless hills, and into the center of my juicy slit. My eyelids felt heavy and tired under the constant tremble of my limbs. I looked up at him through a lusty squint as I drove deep into my soaked cave of desire with one then two digits. He was riveted. I was so hot.

  “Mmm, bad girl.” The corners of his mouth turned up, and he lathered up a puff with liquid soap. “Fuck that pussy for me.”

  I smiled. No one had ordered me around sexually before, and I loved it. My tight walls did too, buzzing now with zesty butterfly flutters. My head clouded and my chest labored as I watched him attack his rugged body with fierce scrubbing. I nearly dissolved into a puddle as ribbons of suds raced down his body and followed the V arrow Adonis belt to his rock-hard and hairless package.

  “Not a bad job at all. You seem pro actually.” He winked at me, but I was too awestruck by the porny muscle showcase to be annoyed.

  “I told you, I am not a hooker,” I said, my voice cracking.

  “So, you’ll fuck me for free then is what you’re saying?”

  “No. Who said anything about fucking? I just want the missing letter.”


  “Come here, and I’ll tell you.”

  Like an idiot, I drew closer. I was curious to know what he’d do and what the acronym meant and what was missing from it.

  When I stood in front of him, trembling like a blade of wheat in a field, I could feel his hot, lemony breath on me, whisking down my piqued, pink cheeks.

  “Turn around.”

  I did, putting my back to him. I gasped when his spread fingers pushed against my abdomen. He held me like that for several moments, with his carved body against my backside and his lips falling into sweet kisses on my hair that was quickly becoming drenched by the sprays. He let me go long enough to squirt fruity soap into his hands. His palms, now covered in slimy soap, made me shiver and squeal as he slapped them on me. He laughed and traversed my body in circles up and down, following the path over my navel ring, and he deliciously spent time kneading my breasts with a grabby massage that had me humming and rocking back against him.

  “In case you don’t know, TPE means total power exchange.”

  “Oh. Thanks.” I nearly cried in ecstasy when his fingers slipped past my waist and pelvic bone and in between my legs.

  With a new dollop of soap, he washed me there with delicacy and care. He braced me against his chest and took his time inspecting and relishing every single petal of my bloom. My shitty ex-husband never did that once. Not once.

  “Bend over.”

  Oh my god. Already hot, his deeply, darkly spoken order flooded me with towering flames. Those two words had come out so dirty and insistent. I did it at once, even though I was itching to disobey so I’d get in big trouble and be worthy of a spanking. My ass curved out against his pelvis with his erection poised between my legs. He mashed it up lengthwise into the slim gulf of my slit and I shook in titillation. My flesh molded around him and kissed his hot stuff in a pulse of arousal. I trembled and sighed at my vulnerable state as he held me so crudely.

  He stepped back a bit and washed my turned-up globes that water was pouring down. His finger ran up and down my crack and around and slightly into my anus. I moaned and clenched my eyes because I was vividly turned on, like, wow, never before. I didn’t know if he was going to spank me or not, and the mystery, the unknown actions lying ahead of me, were so damn hot.

  He shifted to my side and ran fingers and nails up and down my waiting flesh.

  Spank me, spank me, spank me, ran through my mind in a pulsation, as if the repeated thought would actually urge him to do it. But he didn’t.

  He kept massaging me with grabbing, kneading clutches that almost hurt, and then switching to feather-light strokes that danced over the whole area, down my trembling thighs, and deliciously into the very center of my straddle. He kept edging more and more into my sensitive bits, curving down with all fingers into my underside and pressing up so possessively. As he ground his hand against me, he finally sank his middle finger into my dripping well. He pumped it in and out, slowly at first, and then so fast and hard, it took my breath away and made me moan like a spirit. I felt like I was going to collapse as I instinctively crashed back to meet his dives. He could tell and braced my hip with his other hand. His knuckles ground and pounded me at every thrust and the tip of his pointer finger began to rub and flick my clit like a guitar string at the same time. I twanged and buzzed deep inside and smashed and crashed around his embedded finger. I cried out in expelled passion as my loins exploded in fireworks.

  “Did I say you could come?”

  “Uh, no, Sir. No. You didn’t.”

  “No, I most certainly didn’t. You need to be set straight for getting ahead of yourself and our play. You need to wait for my say-so. Understand?”

  “Yes, Sir.” I smiled.

  His palm finally crashed into my drenched skin with a stinging slap that zapped me with a jolt of pain. My teeth chattered and I yowled. I clenched my jaw to keep quiet as he did it again and again. I glued my eyes shut and steadied for the hard blows. His solid spanks against my soaked flesh stung like hell, and I loved it. So, so hot, just like I imagined! He knocked his strength down several notches, hitting more areas with the rapid fire of far more gentle slams. He worked up and down my thighs and even hit my exposed bits, for several minutes. I yearned for him to go back to the hard ones. “That was just a warmup.” He yanked me upright with a clasp on most of my hair, tilting my head back, so I’d be stuck looking at his face. “If you want a real punishment, to get spanked like my dirty girl, rough, hard, and breath-snatching like I know you crave, you have to be my dirty girl. You have to be mine. That’s what I want and need. I really like you, Divine. You are a sassy brat, but eager and compliant too. And I could see this working as an actual thing, for more than just tonight. Are you curious to know more? Are you craving to get a harsher, more smarting punishment from me?”

  “Yes and yes. Sir. Definitely.”

  “The missing letter you long to know is K. RACK stands for Risk Aware Consensual Kink. See? Isn’t that the best letter of all?”

  “Yeah, the best. Aside from the spanking thing, I’m not like into major pain though. Is that a problem for you?”

  “Not at all. I’m not into major pain either or anything too edgy or extreme. Are you liking this shower?”

  “Yes.”

  “This is pretty much what I want. Compliance. The freedom to play with your body and control your pleasure and climaxes. I want to give you plenty of good gifts and sensual experiences, as well as punishments if needed, things like that.”

  “I like the sound of that. A lot. Do you want me to call you Sir? Is that okay? That’s juicy and fun and so arousing to say.”

  “I’m glad you think so. I’d like that very much.” He kissed my lips with firm pressure until I opened up and teased his tongue in with a tiny swipe across his bottom lip. Kissing him turned me on so damn much, and I found myself dying for him to blast into me and ride me hard. Embers ignited in my gut when he came in so deep and strong and owning. He washed my hair with shampoo as he kissed me, and I melted at his gentle streaks down my head and back.

  I pulled back. “Um, I’m a recently divorced, young mom of two toddler twins. Does this bother you? That I have kids?”

  “Certainly not.”

  I broke off him suddenly and said, “Wait. What’s your name?”

  “Sir,” he said with whimsical sprightliness in his eyes.

  “I mean, for real.”

  He gave me one nod. “Bryce Hastings.”

  I smiled. “What do you do?”

  “I own an engineering firm.”

  “Cool.”

  “Are we done with the chitchat now, which we can certainly go over when we’re both not slippery wet and when I’m not dying to fuck you senseless? I want to claim what’s mine.”

  I nodded and laughed. “Yes, Sir. Of course. Go ahead. Claim me. I’m so horny to get fucked sexy right now … like you wouldn’t even believe.”

  “Oh, I’ll fuck you sexy, all right.” He beamed and replanted his lips on my smiling ones, but as he toyed with my tongue again and crushed me to his body, I was quickly whisked away from jolliness to a burning amorousness that scorched my pelvic floor. I threw my arms around his neck, molding myself to him even tighter, as he penetrated my mouth with expertise and a passion that had him whooshing hot nose breath onto my upper lip in a faster beat.

  His hands slid down my thighs and hoisted me up until I was wrapped around his waist. He sexily cradled my weight at the ass. We continued to kiss in wildness as he carried me into the bedroom. He lowered us down on the bed in a bundle of furious passion as our hands began traveling all over wet skin like tornadoes, whirling, seizing, owning.

  I bent my legs up, and he stood over me and pulled a condom out of a drawer. I licked my lips as I watched him roll it up his shaft. Once he was set, he lowered back onto my shivering body and nudged against my entrance. He kissed my lips and played piano on my scalp and through my hair with his fingers as he pulsed his cut tip in and out of me. I closed my eyes, s
miled huge and moaned as he filled me with a slow slide and buried himself up to his balls. He stayed just like that, buried deep, and I let out an, “Aaaaahhh,” of satisfaction and tapped desire. I can’t even remember the last time I got fucked. A year ago maybe?”

  He tied my hands over my head with a silk tie he had on the bed and held them over my head with one hand as mauled my breasts. Bryce claimed my slick, pink hole deep and slow. “I’m going to show and give you pleasure, Divine, pleasure that you never thought possible.”

  “You already are, Sir. You are blowing my mind right now in this moment.”

  “Good to know.” He knelt on the mattress over me, set my calves on his shoulders, and gripped my prettied-up feet as he increased speed. He pounded me like he wanted to crash through my ribs and leave his stamp on my heart. He bent down and sank love bites into my shoulder and neck and pulled my hair, which made me moan in pleasure. I loved getting mildly roughed up, and I had no clue until this moment. He whispered, “You are smiling like you love every bit of this, sexy bird.”

  “I do. Every bit of it. I like the way you fuck, smell, taste, feel.”

  “Wonderful. Because I intend to fuck you a lot.”

  He eased off a bit on his tempo and devoured my reachable flesh for a while. Then he pitched up again and drove us both home with body-thrashing shudders and filthy groans that were laced with salty curses. A climax of epic proportions made my walls quake and squeeze like never before and a tidal wave of relaxation coursed through me. I spilled around and grabbed at his sheathed cock that he pumped semen into. He lowered back down to me, blanketing my flesh with his, and kissed my lips gently and bit the bottom one.

  “I mostly just came here for business. I didn’t know I’d end up with such a glorious prize.”

  “Well, I came here for a letter and got the same as you. You are worlds better than that chickenshit TigerBlood ever could be.”

  He came out of my and stripped off the condom, tied it off and tossed it in the trash. “I am TigerBlood, AngelKiss.”

  I gasped and shook my head in disbelief. “What! You are? Fuck. You stood me up!”