Her Sweet Seduction

By Sabrina Sol

When romance novelist and single mom Celina Preciado writes a near tell-all about her former lover, he’s the last person she expects to see at her book signing. But not only does Luke Anderssen tell her that he enjoyed her book, the stockbroker-turned-chocolatier let’s her know in no uncertain terms that he wants her back.

Celina’s been burned before and she’s hesitant to let him into the life she now shares with her young daughter. So Luke embarks on the sweetest of seductions to prove once and for all that he’s not the man he used to be and he’s ready to give her the happily ever after she deserves.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Evernight Publishing
• Release date: Nov 2, 2015
• ISBN: 9781772335590

Sabrina Sol

Sabrina Sol writes sexy romance stories featuring strong and smart Latina heroines in search of their happily ever afters. Her common themes of food, family, and love are weaved into intricate plots that all connect for a powerful story that lingers in the heart. Proud of her Mexican-American heritage, culture, and traditions—all of which can be found in her books—she is a native of Southern California, where she currently lives with her husband, three children, and four dogs.

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Copyright© 2015 Sabrina Sol

ISBN: 978-1-77233-559-0

Cover Artist: Jay Aheer

Editor: Audrey Bobak

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WARNING: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. No part of this book may be used or reproduced electronically or in print without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews.

This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

DEDICATION

To Nikki Prince

For loving this story first

HER SWEET SEDUCTION

Romance on the Go TM

Sabrina Sol

Copyright © 2015

Chapter One

Every girl should have a Lucas Day at least once in her life. And when I say have, I mean screw, of course.

He’s the ultimate bad boy—the devil in your ear tempting you to do things you shouldn’t. Things like him.

"Fuck, you’re always so tight." Lucas grunts from behind me.

He has a way with words, doesn’t he? Anyway, I met him when I started working over the summer at his dad’s pizza place. We’ve been together for almost a year now. Well, technically, we’re not really a couple. Guys like him don’t date girls like me for real. We just like to screw when I’m home from college.

Lucas is picking up speed and his breaths are turning into gasps. He’s close now. Damn. I’ve been so wrapped up in my head that my own orgasm is at least two car lengths behind. Damn.

As if sensing my delay, Lucas reaches around and squeezes my breasts. Ah, yes. That feels good. He rubs my nipples until they form into thick, stiff peaks. His pressure is just right because he knows what he’s doing and, now, I guess, he knows me.

So I moan, giving him the signal to move his hand down my body. He pulls me closer against his hard stomach and I can’t help but be impressed with his ability to balance us both on the couch in the restaurant’s back office. I grip the wooden armrest as hard as I can as Lucas thrusts into me from behind. I close my eyes and imagine what we must look like as our two slickened bodies slam together over and over again. And that’s when my climax begins to build. And just when I think it’s still going to be another minute or so, my body vibrates all over with wave after wave of beautiful pleasure. Lucas yells out behind me. I smile.

Later, when we’re both dressed and I’m ready to head out the door, he surprises me by grabbing my hand and pulling me back to him. He lowers his head and kisses me with such tenderness that I have to tell myself to start breathing again.

That was amazing, he whispers after our lips break apart. You’re amazing.

His smile is so genuine it both warms and breaks my heart. I realize at that moment that I love him. I love Lucas Day.

But I don’t tell him. Instead I try to be cool, unaffected, and say, You’re not too bad yourself.

And just like that, the bad boy comes out. Whatever, Anna. You know how fucking good that was. Good luck trying not to think about it—or me—the next time your boyfriend is inside you.

I sigh heavily. See you tomorrow, Lucas.

I leave the restaurant,