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Epilogue
1
SELENA
I felt Selena quake in my arms. Despite the fact I knew we were in the
safest place in Heart, hell, maybe in the whole state of Nevada save
Area 51, I couldn’t quite bring myself to let her go.
We’d been calling her Sweet Cakes, and she might be amazed to know
that Sam and I had discussed our mystery baker at length. Ever since she’d
set up shop a month ago, we’d proposed numerous theories about her origins
that usually involved the Witness Protection Program. Her polite distance,
her lack of friends, the way she arrived at work from different directions and
always parked in different places—all spoke of someone in hiding.
Mostly, though, Sam and I argued about who would get the last of the
woman’s to-die-for honey cakes. Sweet Cakes had a magic touch when it
came to making desserts. And she was a sugary delight, too. I wanted to taste
her. Lick her. Show her how lip-smacking good I found her curves. She
smelled sweet, too. Part of it was the heavenly scent of chocolate cake
smeared in her hair—but the other part was her, clean and soft and fragrant
like warm bread and lavender tea.
Just last night at family dinner, I’d called dibs on the woman—an act that
had gotten me a head smack from Mom for being “a sexist asshat,” and a
dark look from Sam because I had claimed our baker before he could. Sam
was a sexist asshat too, but he honored the dibs tradition.
The more I visited Devilish Delights. The more I saw Sweet Cakes, the
more I developed a yen to settle down. With her. I wanted to make babies
with her. To create hearth and home.
That’s what Selena felt like right now in my arms.
Like home.
“You’re squishing me,” came her breathless voice.
Reluctantly, I released her. Selena, still quivering, let out a breath that
sounded like the softened echo of a scream. I wanted to annihilate whatever
threatened her.
I cleared my throat. “Let’s get you cleaned up, Selena.” I stepped back.
“Then you can tell me why someone wants you dead.”
4
DANIEL
I stood at the door to the conference room and watched Selena sip on the
bottled water I’d gotten from the break room’s fridge. I’d directed her to
the restroom first to wash her face and brush cake out of her hair, which
did and then pulled it into a ponytail. Now, she sat at the conference table,
assessing her surroundings. I watched her gaze dart around, taking in every
detail. The decor, from the black-cushioned chairs to the big screens that took
up the back wall, was designed to impress.
I could see her curiosity about the room’s purpose. She had an open,
trusting face—a face with distinctive beauty. Call me horny, but the smell of
dessert lingered all over curvaceous Selena and made me hungrier for a taste
of her. Down, boy. Instinct told me she was searching for an exit, planning
her escape. I believed Selena was quite good at disappearing.
The question was why.
“You have a very disconcerting stare,” she said, meeting my eyes. “You
don’t blink.”
“Everybody blinks.”
“Hmm.” Her gaze trailed over my chest and down my abs, and I got the
impression she was wondering what I looked like naked. The urge to show
her was strong enough to make me swallow a groan. I didn’t dare adjust my
jeans against the pressure of my hardening cock, but if she kept looking at me
like that, the erection would soon be full-on and obvious. And I might well
lose the little control I had left and take her right her on the conference table.
Then she’d belonged to me forever.
She looked away, nibbling on her lower lip. “I’m sorry about your shirt.
I’ll pay to have it cleaned.”
“I own a hundred of these things,” I said. “They’ve been messed up by a
lot worse than cake.”
“Hmm.” She drank more water, and I noted that at least her hands had
stopped shaking. “Thanks for believing me.”
“Who’s after you?”
Selena flinched, but didn’t answer. She folded her hands onto the table
and stared at her ragged fingernails. Obviously chewed. Being on the run and
looking over your shoulder all the time could wear quickly on anyone. I
suspected Selena was a resourceful woman, especially if she’d managed to
keep a killer at bay.
I crossed the room and took the seat opposite from her. Clearly, she
wasn’t ready to tell me who wanted her dead. So, I asked an easier question.
“What’s your real name?”
“Selena,” she said. “It’s the last name that changes. The birth date. Where
I’m from. And every other detail that makes up a person’s life. All lies. But
my name—that’s who I am, and I won’t discard it. Not even for him.”
I leaned toward her. “And who is he?”
She glanced up to meet my gaze, and I saw her fear, her wariness. I
understood her inability to trust, and the burden of terror and vulnerability
she carried. I’d seen it time and time again in victims who came to Pierson
Security for help. People who’d been stalked, abused, chased, and threatened.
“You’re safe,” I said. “You can confide in me, Selena.”
“I believe you.” The corners of her mouth pulled into a brief, sad smile. “I
don’t have a choice now. This is the first time I’ve been shot at.”
I said nothing. Instead, I looked at her, waiting. She needed to willingly
offer her secrets. I knew what it was like to feel helpless, to have my faith in
people shattered with one act of betrayal.
It was why I did this job.
Protecting people was my life, not just my work.
“My mom died in a car accident just before my high school graduation.
My stepfather offered to take care of my bills and pay for college, if I studied
accounting.” She shook her head. “He said I had a mind for numbers.” Selena
rolled her eyes. “A mind for it, maybe, but no passion. The last thing I
wanted to do was spend my days as a bean counter for my stepfather’s shady
business.”
I absorbed that information. Okay, no respect for faux dad. No love,
either. She was tense again, her gaze faraway. Yet, I didn’t press her for more
details. Instead, I said, “You like baking.”
“I love it,” she admitted. “That’s my true passion. Dessert.” She offered a
sheepish smile. “As you can see.” She gestured toward her voluptuous figure.
I allowed my gaze to linger, demonstrating my appreciation for every
lush inch of her.
Selena blushed.
I suppressed a smile. I’d grown up with a single mom and one younger
sister, so I somewhat understood the love/hate relationship women had with
their bodies. As for me, I loved curvy women. I’m a big guy with strong
appetites and even stronger desires. I wanted soft flesh, big breasts, and thick
thighs. I wanted a woman who could wrap herself around me and take
everything that I could give her. I suspected Selena could more than hold her
own in bed—that she would rock my world.
In other words, I wanted her.
Badly.
5
DANIEL
I flicked my gaze over her again. She pretended to the study the water
bottle, but I saw how she covertly watched me through her lashes.
Selena was on the tall side, maybe seven or eight inches over five feet,
and she had a to die-for body. I could easily imagine sliding my hands along
those sweet rounded hips, cupping her beautiful ass, and kissing that amazing
cleavage.
She would fill my hands and my mouth.
And I would fill her with my—
“I didn’t get your name,” she said.
How the hell had I not introduced myself? “Daniel Pierson.”
“And Sam is…”
“My brother.”
“Daniel.” She said my name softly, as though savoring the word.
Under her scrutiny, I shifted in my seat, but the movement offered no
relief. Thanks to my wayward thoughts and barely controlled libido, my cock
was now at full mast and painfully confined. Damn. I had to cool off and
calm down before I got up from the table or the eagle-eyed Selena would
know all too well what I was thinking about.
“I thought you were strippers,” she said on a laugh.
“That’s our back-up plan,” I said. “In case this bodyguard thing doesn’t
work out.”
She snorted a laugh. The smile on her face made me ridiculously happy.
“Where’s your brother now?” she asked.
“Checking out your bakery.” I watched her pick at the paper label on the
water bottle. “So. You went to college?”
“Yeah. I was twenty when I finished out my junior year. I wanted to
spend the summer in Paris. There was an eight-week dessert program at
Honoré. It’s a small café in Paris—famous for its opéra cake.”
“What’s that?”
She perked up. Her passion for baking reflected in every gesture, every
look. “The best cake you will ever eat. You build layers with almond sponge,
dark chocolate ganache and coffee buttercream. Then you top it with
chocolate glaze.” Her eyes sparkled. “It’s amazing.”
I pretended to wipe drool off my mouth. “That sounds awesome.”
She stopped tearing at the paper and leaned back in her chair. I could tell
she felt more comfortable. “Honoré had been in the same family for three
generations, but the final owner was the only son of an only son who’d had
no other children. He was seventy-two, and had decided to close the café
rather than sell it. One of his last gifts to the dessert world was hosting that
program.” She smiled at him. “I would’ve loved to have been arm-deep in
flour and sugar and chocolate for a whole summer. ”
“I take it your stepfather had other plans?”
“To live at home and accept an internship at his so-called company.”
“Sounds boring.”
“I wish it was only that.” She squeezed the water bottle so hard, the
plastic crackled in her grip.
Alarmed at her sudden, visceral reaction, I straightened. “Selena?”
Her moss-green eyes widened and her generous mouth trembled. “He’d
decided the only way I could repay him for his generosity was to marry him.
Marry him and bear him children.”
6
SELENA
I took a deep breath. I’d never told anybody the whole truth. Daniel
reached across the table. His large hands engulfed mine, offing warmth
and comfort. “You ran.”
“Yeah. For the last three years, I’ve been running and hiding and hoping
he’d give up.” I closed my eyes, slipping into that awful moment, leaving the
comfort of Daniel for the terror of the memory.
Vincent Garrison grabbing me by the arms, sticking his vile tongue down
my throat, twisting my breast in his hand.
I kneed him in the balls. He punched me in the face and told one of his
security jerks to take me to my room. Idiot. I’d been sneaking out of my room
since I was fifteen. I grabbed my purse, packed a small bag, climbed out the
window, and got to my car in under five minutes.
Daniel’s hands clasped mine tighter, and I opened my eyes. “You’re done
running from that prick. You’ve got me now.”
“I…I do?”
“Yes.”
I believed him. I would never admit in a million years that I thought of
him a lot. And those thoughts were naughty and inappropriate and left me hot
and bothered and aching. Twinges of need made my pussy clench even now.
My attraction to this big, charming, gorgeous man was best described with
words like hungry and greedy.
“Hey, you two.”
Sam’s deep voice startled me. I whipped around to stare at the man
standing in the doorway.
“Either the guy shooting at you is blind,” Sam said. “Or he was missing
on purpose.”
“Whoever was shooting wanted to scare you.” Daniel frowned. Should a
frown turn a girl on? Who was I kidding? Any move the man made started a
chain reaction that always ended with two words I would love to say: Fuck
me.
“More like shooting up my bakery is a message from dear old stepdad,” I
said. “Either come home or die.” My belly tightened as fear ricocheted up my
spine.
“Has he caught up with you before?” asked Daniel.
I shrugged. I was paranoid enough to believe that my stepfather’s goons
were everywhere. But after three years of skipping around the US and
Mexico, I’d started to think that maybe he wasn’t after me anymore.
Hah. I should’ve known better.
While I mulled over the new information about the shooter, Daniel filled
Sam in on my story. “She’s not safe out there right now,” said Sam.
“Agreed. I’ll take Selena to the panic room.”
“I’ll nullify the threat,” said Sam. He grinned. “I’m gonna use Big
Daddy.”
“That will take out a small army,” said Daniel. “It’s one guy. Maybe
two.”
Sam sighed. “Fine. A .45 with a silencer.”
“When you say nullify…” I posed the question to Daniel.
“Take out. End. Kill until dead.”
“Oh. Just checking.”
He stood up. “C’mon, sweet cakes. I’ll take you to one of the safest
places on this earth.”
“I thought I was already there.”
“Not quite.” He walked around the table and extended his hand to me.
“Let me show you.”
7
DANIEL
I shouldn’t have been surprised that Selena found the kitchen within two
minutes of exploring the panic room. Well, it was more like a panic
apartment with two bedrooms, a living area, a fully stocked kitchen, and
a tech room filled with enough gadgets to make sure our clients stayed
entertained. And to keep them safe, there was a whole room dedicated to the
latest weaponry.
I sensed her nervousness as she opened drawers and cabinets. She began
taking things out, and then paused. “Do you mind? Baking will help take my
mind off everything.”
“You taking requests?”
She laughed. “Let me guess…honey cakes?”
It was difficult to keep my stomach from rumbling. I smacked my lips.
“Hell, yeah.”
“If I can find all the ingredients, sure.” She rummaged through the pantry
and the fridge. She put eggs, milk, flour, and other ingredients onto the center
island. Then she added a big cutting board, a glass bowl, and a rolling pin.
When she had what she needed, Selena turned, leaned a hip against the
counter. “Please tell me you have honey.”
“If you want me naked, Selena, just say so.”
Her blush was immediate and fierce. She put a hand against her mouth,
her embarrassment palpable.
I wanted to taste her. I bet she was sweet—as sweet as honey. Dear God.
Selena and honey. The idea of licking the sticky liquid from her breasts, her
stomach, her thighs about did me in. He swallowed the groan that threatened
to reveal his thoughts.
“I’m not trying to proposition you.” Selena’s tone seemed to say the
opposite of her words.
I crossed to her in two quick steps and put my arms around her. “Then I’ll
have to proposition you,” I said and leaned down to drink from her generous,
plump lips.
Her sharp intake of breath soon turned to a moan as she moved her mouth
against mine, allowing me to take deeper and deeper sips of her mouth. I
couldn’t resist dipping my tongue inside, and she responded with so much
raw hunger, it took everything I had to keep myself caged.
Reluctantly, I dragged my lips from hers. I drew my fingers through her
silky hair, releasing the strands from the makeshift ponytail holder. “Do you
want me, Selena?” I breathed against her hot mouth. “Please tell me you want
me, baby.”
8
DANIEL
I whipped the hand towel hanging off the stove handle and pressed it
against Daniel’s shoulder.
“Goddamn it that hurts.”
“Keep pressure on it.” He took the towel, but then his eyes closed and he
went limp.
“Daniel?” My heart twisted in my chest and then began to pound like a
jackhammer. I don’t know what made me reach over Daniel and grab the gun
from his hand. But I did. I rose to my knees and aimed. Tears blurred my
vision, but my hands were steady. When I saw the man come around the
island, I lifted the gun and pulled the trigger.
“Fuck!” The person I shot lurched forward, clutching his shoulder. “You
bitch!” He reached out as if to hit me, but someone else, someone I hadn’t
noticed, grabbed him by the hair and twisted him around.
“You don’t touch her, moron.” A massive bald-headed man dressed in
black Armani shot the man in the throat and tossed him aside. He shook his
head. “This is what I get for hiring local.” He looked at me, his expression
impassable. His eyes were gray and cold. “Miss Garrison, please come with
me.”
“That’s not my name,” I said, gulping hard.
“I won’t hurt you. In fact, nobody’s allowed to hurt you.” His grim smile
showed sharp teeth. “Your fiancé’s been a patient man. But now it’s time to
come home.”
Whatever adrenaline had kept me going seeped away. The hand clutching
the gun shook uncontrollably. The man reached down and plucked the
weapon from me. “Miss Garrison?”
“No,” I said. “I’m not going with you.”
“Yes, you are.” He leaned down and scooped me up as if I were a bag of
feathers and threw me over his shoulder. He turned, holding me tightly as I
fought against his embrace. My flailing arms and legs didn’t faze him,
though, and he walked out of the kitchen toward the exit.
“No,” I wailed. “No, damn it!”
The hulking asshole stopped. He seemed to be listening, and I saw him
flare his nostrils. The way he carried me put me within arm’s length of his
genitals. Determined not to be taken, I balled my fist and hit him as hard as I
could.
He screamed in agony, dropping me to the floor. He bent at the knees,
breathing harshly.
I landed in a heap, and a shock of pain radiated down my left side. I
needed to get back to Daniel. There was no way he was dead. Just passed out
from blood loss or something.
I heard the roar before I saw the beast of a man barreling my way. I
scuttled backward until I smacked against a wall. I watched as Daniel
clamped his big hands around the guy’s head. He struggled against Daniel’s
grip, but my man was too big and too strong.
Daniel twisted the guy’s neck, and I heard a snap. Mr. Baldie dropped to
the floor. Dead.
“Selena, baby.” Daniel crouched down beside me. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah. I guess so. It’s been a really weird day.”
“The weirdest.”
“Why does it smell like honey down here?” Gabe limped down the stairs,
his expression pissed off. He paused on the bottom stair and studied the
bodies of my kidnappers. He looked at us. “You’ve been busy.”
“Just cleaning out the trash,” said Daniel.
I giggled, somewhat on the edge of hysteria. But you know what? I felt
safe. Protected. With Daniel I could look forward to a real future, one that
didn’t include hiding and running. Feeling almost giddy, I leaned in and
whispered, “I think things are about to get sticky.”
“Oh, you have no idea, sweet cakes,” he whispered. “Just how sticky
you’re gonna be.”
EPILOGUE
SELENA
D aniel stretched beside me on our bed so close I felt the heat of his
big body. His lips were warm and tasted like honey. Probably
because he’d down two pieces of honey cake before whisking me
out the kitchen and into our bedroom.
His fingers hovered above my hip, not touching, but waiting, wanting.
His tongue parted my lips and dipped inside. My heart stalled then tha-
thumped in a staccato rhythm that stole my breath.
My gaze sought Daniel’s and in those chocolate depths, I saw desire,
tenderness, and love.
Daniel swept two fingers across my cheek and down my neck. Two
fingers became one as he stroked around my areola, circling and circling until
the tip of his finger brushed my nipple. My nipple, already a hard, aching
point, contracted at the light touch.
Daniel lowered his head until his mouth was a kiss away from the aching
peak.
He waited a second too long. Just enough to make me clutch the sheets
and lift my breast toward his mouth.
His lips closed over my tortured nipple. He suckled, his tongue swirling
against the sensitive flesh. A low moan rose from my throat. My hands
wound into his soft hair, and I pressed him closer, encouraging his gentle
assault.
Daniel cupped my other breast and used his tongue to worship it.
Damn, the man knew how to torment.
He lifted his head and looked at me. “You taste as sweet as a honey
cake.” His lips pressed against my quivering stomach, and his tongue stroked
a long, slow line to my pussy. My heart thundered as electric sensations
zipped across my skin.
I felt submerged in white-hot lust. I was on fire. For him. For Daniel.
“Fuck me,” I begged.
“God.” He shuddered. “You know that drives me crazy.” He kissed his
way back up my body and then nipped my neck. “Say it again, baby.”
“Fuck me.” I reached between our bodies and wrapped my hand around
his cock. He groaned as I slowly, deliberately stroked him. He wrapped his
arms around me and rolled onto his back. I planted my knees on either side of
his thighs. I gripped the root of his manhood and sighed in relief as he filled
me all the way to my womb.
Daniel gripped my hips and together, we moved. I bounced on him while
he thrusted. My body ached for more.
“Not enough,” I said breathlessly. “Hard and dirty, baby. Please.”
He flipped me onto my back, then got between my thighs, gripping them
as he lifted my hips and plunged his cock inside me. “Stroke yourself, sweet
cakes,” he demanded.
I licked my fingers and slid them down my pussy. I rubbed my clit,
pleasure sparking immediately. God, yes. I could already feel the orgasm
rising.
“Fuck,” said Daniel, driving into me. I felt his balls slap against my ass as
wet, sucking sounds filled the room. I grabbed at one my breasts, tweaking
the nipple as I stroked myself faster and faster.
Daniel slammed into me, his gaze on mine, his expression twisting as his
own pleasure surfaced.
“I’m going to come,” he said. “God, baby. I’m going to fill up that sweet
pussy with my cum.”
His words tipped me over the edge. Pleasure exploded, and I rode wave
after wave. My pussy clutched at Daniel’s swollen length. He cried out my
name and I felt his release as ropes of hot semen filled me up, soaked my
cunt, and splashed my thighs.
Daniel put his half-hard cock against my throbbing clit. Then he clamped
my nipples between his fingers and tugged on them as he pumped his cock.
Another orgasm formed and popped, and I moaned as that single wave of
sweet agony tingled through me. My nipples throbbed painfully, but he didn’t
stop twisting the taut peaks. That pleasure-pain was too much. “Daniel…”
“One more,” he said. “Give me one more, sweet cakes.”
His cock sawed across my clit faster and faster. Soon, I bucked with him,
screaming his name as he ripped a third and more powerful orgasm from me.
I grabbed his forearms, my nails digging into his flesh as my body shuddered
with the release.
Only then did he let go of my nipples and collapsed on top of me.
“I love you, Selena,” he murmured, licking the sweat from my neck.
“I love you, too, Daniel.”
He lifted up. “We have a sweet life, don’t we?”
“Do we?” I asked.
He frowned, his brows dipping. “What do you need, Selena? Name it.”
“A crib,” I said.
“A cr—” He sucked in a breath. “You’re pregnant?”
I nodded. “Don’t worry. We have seven months to get the nursery ready.”
He kissed my neck, my forehead, my nose, my lips. “We’re having a
baby!”
“Yes,” I said, wrapping my arms around him. “And that makes our life
sweeter than honey.”
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