A Touch of Summer
A Sweet & Spicy Curvy Girl Romance
Nichole Rose
Kindle Edition
Copyright © 2020 by Nichole Rose
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All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Cover by: FNG Designs
Dedication
To You – Sometimes, all a happily-ever-after takes is a little bit of courage and a whole lot of love.
Table of Contents
About the Book
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Epilogue
Her Alpha Daddy Next Door Excerpt
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About the Author
About the Book
To keep his ray of sunshine in his life, he'll lay it all on the line.
Dominic
Summer Daniels is everything I ever dreamed about finding and more.
She stole my heart the minute I set eyes on her, but I'm her boss.
Trying to keep things professional between us when I want to claim her as my own is hard.
I thought keeping her at a distance would keep me from losing her altogether.
Now I might lose her anyway.
Forget that.
I'm not giving up my sunshine.
Summer
Dominic Alessi is the best man I've ever met. He's also the best boss I've ever had.
I thought we were friends. I hoped we would become more.
And then he pulled away.
Working beside him every day when I dream about him every night is killing me.
I want love and a family, but he doesn't feel the same way about me.
At least I didn't think he did…until I accidentally told him how I really feel.
Oh my goodness. What did I just do?
Warning
When this older alpha male finds out his younger BBW is quitting, he'll stop at nothing to change her mind. If accidental confessions, office romances, and over-the-top men make your heart race, get ready to fall for Dominic and Summer in this sweet, steamy romance from Nichole Rose. As always, a sticky sweet and guaranteed HEA are coming your way.
Chapter One
Summer
"Oh, please," I groan, my eyes falling closed. That single action seems to be the only defense I have remaining against the gorgeous man quickly unraveling me at the seams. The rest of my defenses lie in tatters around me, little more than scraps of fabric littering the bedroom floor.
He started slow, with teasing brushes of his rough fingertips against my soft skin. My shoulders. My arms. My neck. His simple touches and whispered words wrecked me.
You’re beautiful.
You’re so soft, so warm.
Each touch of his skilled hands, each word from his full lips, acts like a melody, lulling me further into the here and now. Here, with my clothes strewn across the floor. Now, with my eyes closed and my body aching and on fire. This is what I've wanted since the first time I set eyes on this man, and it's torture. Exquisite, beautiful torture.
He's light and shadow, fire and ice. An artist working with his teeth and tongue, molding me into a piercing, all-over ache. I can't take any more of his torment. There's no way my body was designed for this level of pleasure.
Every part of me wants more anyway.
"Please, I need you." The plea is so faint, I'm not even sure he hears it.
Of course he does, though. He hears every little sound that passes my lips.
"Open your eyes, beautiful girl," he whispers. He trails his fingertips across the soft valley of my stomach. "Let me see you."
"I can't." I shake my head in a slow denial, my body arching toward his warm touch of its own accord. Even with my eyes closed, I feel the heat of his gaze on me and know he hasn't missed the way my body seems to seek him out, silently begging for another caress. Every inch of me craves him and those rough, strong hands.
"Look at me."
"I can't."
"You can." His fingertips sweep across my hipbones, pulling another soft groan from deep within my chest. "I need to see you."
"Please," I whisper again, knowing he's going to see how I really feel about him if I open my eyes. He'll know that I'm head over heels in love with him.
"Show me, beautiful girl."
I try to resist him, but I've never been particularly good at refusing him. On some level, I think he needs the connection between us more than I do. When he looks into my eyes, I think he's peeking through the doorway into my soul. He's taken up residence there. His strength and my softness meet in those deep recesses like yin and yang, sustaining both of us. I'm not sure which one of us loves it more.
I give in and open my eyes.
"Beautiful girl." His gratitude comes as a soft sigh against my overheated skin.
His dark emerald eyes meet mine.
What I feel for him—what he makes me feel—shines in my eyes, I know it does. Pleasure and pain burn through me. Desire for more wars with the intrinsic need to protect myself, buttress walls, and build defenses to keep him out. I let him see that, too. I can't hide it from him when we're like this.
He's already taken me too far, playing my body like a finely tuned instrument. For him, I think maybe it is. One he was created to play. He seems to know it—know me—better than I do. In the dark of night, when he comes to visit me, he whispers that he was made for me. That my pleasure belongs to him.
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