Stocky & Sumptuous

Things men are good for:

1. Sex
2. Refer to #1

I knew love existed. I wasn’t a complete idiot. But I hadn’t experienced it and was over coming in second place to a man’s job. No more workaholics. No more jerks. No more men. Because obviously my taste in men is pitiful.

If it weren’t for my desire to have a kid, I would give up men for good. Even with how badly I want to be a mom, I’m not sure I can handle getting involved with someone else. It’s not worth it to wonder if he’ll remember I exist.

Hunter is just like the rest of them. He works crazy hours, he’s chasing his dreams, and he has workaholic written all over his three piece suit. He is all wrong for me. I don’t want him. No, really, I don’t. I promise.

Okay, fine, I do. I have fantasies of him walking in and messing up more than just my desk. But I know it’ll end the same way. He’s good for some fun, but I can’t risk getting attached to him. I’ll only end up regretting it.

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Excerpt from Stocky & Sumptuous

I leaned in closer to him. “Well, I was having more fun with my milkshake.”

His eyes widened and followed my lips. I slowly wrapped them around the straw and sucked hard. The milkshake broke free and went straight down my throat, and I choked.

Just my damn luck.

Hunter pounded on my back as I coughed the milkshake out of my lungs. Thankfully, I didn’t spit any out, but it was close. When I could breathe again, he was laughing at me.

“You’re going to laugh at me after my brush with death.”

He nodded. “Yep, because there’s nothing sexier to me than a woman who can suck hard enough to cause an explosion.”

I laughed. “You’re just jealous because it wasn’t you.”

“Damn right I am,” he said, tugging me close and sealing our lips together. I didn’t care about the other people in the diner in that moment, just Hunter. One hand on my thigh and the other around my back. I would have crawled into his lap if I would have fit. Thankfully, Aunt Shirley brought our food over before we got too carried away. She set it down with a hard thunk, startling us apart. She tossed me a glare, but thankfully turned away before my smile broke free.

Hunter laughed and pulled me against his side. He nuzzled against my ear and whispered, “I think she likes you.”

I snorted. “Yeah, right.”

We ate and left before Aunt Shirley could hate me any more.

And somehow, I kept my promise. I did not sleep with him on the first date.

But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to.