Sweet Spot (Sweet Enough to Eat Book 6)

by Frankie Love

  “Then tell me everything,” I tell her, placing my hand on the small of her back and leading her upstairs. She doesn’t hesitate as she follows, letting me take the lead. I unclip the rope barring the upstairs from the chocolate shop, then tell her to watch her step. “It’s a narrow staircase.”

  “Well, I’m not afraid of confined spaces,” she says. “You wanted to know everything about me, right?”

  I laugh, following along now.

  We’re at the top of the staircase, and she takes in my apartment. It isn’t much, but I love it. It still has the original cabinetry and cast-iron sink. I could buy something bigger, but I made a decision early on to be frugal, so when it came time to settle down and make a family, I would be able to provide for my wife and kids almost entirely with my savings.

  “I love this place. Look at all that sunlight and the curtains,” she says, fingering the lace trim. “These are so sweet.”

  “My ma sewed those for me.” I shake my head. “That makes me sound like a mama’s boy. The truth is, I have three very independent sisters, and my ma needs someone to fuss over.”

  “I think that’s sweet,” she says, her fingers running over the stitching on the curtains. “My mom died when I was little. It’s one of the reasons my dad became so intense. He was sad. But his sadness turned to anger.”

  I watch her as she moves throughout my living room, taking it all in, and my heart goes out to her. She is the prettiest woman I’ve ever seen. Long wavy hair, a face free of make-up, no jewelry, she is plainly dressed, and yet she seems to wear her heart on her sleeve.

  “He never liked me to go out, plus he homeschooled me and since we lived ten miles from town. It was a long walk if I ever wanted to go shopping. Let alone make friends.”

  “You’ll like it here then,” I tell her. “Here in Bridgeton, there is always someone on the corner looking for a smoke, a housewife looking to share a cup of coffee, a child looking for a playmate. It’s like one big crazy family.”

  “My childhood was the opposite in every way.”

  “And you want to change that?”

  She runs her hand over the cushions on my sofa. “I’m here, aren’t I?”

  “Pretty brave for a woman who has been sheltered all her life.”

  “I’ve read thousands of books, and one common theme is if you want to change your destiny,” she says, “you’ve got to go out and change it.”

  “And is this your destiny, Candy?”

  She turns to face me. “Is it yours?”

  My heart pounds. God, I want to kiss her. “Would it scare you if I said yes?”

  She shakes her head. “I think I would be more scared if you said no.”

  “And why is that?” I ask.

  She looks up at me, the energy between us charged. “Because then, I would miss out on mine.”

  I lean down, and my lips crash against hers. She gasps but sinks into the kiss. I wrap her in my arms, refusing to let go. I spent all my life waiting, hoping, dreaming for someone special, and here she is. Not at all wrapped up the way I imagined — the women around this neighborhood are loud and crass and no-nonsense. I always thought I’d end up with someone like that, but Candy is… well, she is soft in ways that melt my hard candy shell.

  Our lips meet, and I breathe her in. The scent of her peppermint shampoo and her dress that smells like it was hung out in the crisp winter air, drying in the sunshine that broke through the clouds, does something to me.

  I want the kiss to last longer, forever. My cock twitches, awake, ready. Hers.

  When we pull back and breathe, her eyes reflect her desire. It’s the same way I feel inside. Wanting. Her. Us. This. Now.

  “What is it?” I ask, puzzled by the look on her face, and wanting to return to our kiss.

  “I, uh, I…” She is trembling. Fuck, have I taken this way too far? I thought she wanted this?

  “What is it? Did I do something wrong?”

  She shakes her head. “No. Not at all.” She presses her fingertips to her lips. “It’s just… I should change clothes. You might have customers. Where is the uniform?”

  I stiffen, confused by her formality. I cough in my hand, trying to regain my composure. It’s sure fucking hard. Kissing her was like heaven on Earth, like coming alive for the very first time.

  “It’s in the bedroom.” I step away from her and walk to the bedroom, pushing open the door. “Let me get it for you.” I grab it from the hanger in the closet, where Marissa left it. I don’t know if it will fit, but I need to stop thinking about the places it might hug Candy’s curves, because my cock is already having enough trouble behaving itself.

  “I’ll change, she says. “And then you can show me how to run the shop, okay?”

  I grunt. Disappointed in how quickly we turned down the heat. Truth is, I was prepared to turn it all the way up. And then some.

  Chapter Four

  Candy

  The moment the bedroom door closes, I drop my head in my hands. God. What am I doing?

  That kiss… that one perfect, life-altering, core brightening kiss was everything. Everything. And I walked away from the room and shut the door in Charlie’s face.

  I feel so inadequate. He is so manly, so worldly. And me? I’m as inexperienced as they come. I grew up in the country and have never even been to a shopping mall. The local Walmart is as upscale as I’ve gotten.

  But Charlie has his own place, his own shop, not to mention he’s sweet and considerate. A man who loves his mother. God. He’s the ideal package. His tattoos and muscles certainly help add more dimension to the full picture. He looks like a knight who could slay all my dragons.

  I look at myself in the mirror in his bedroom, feeling so plain. And in a shop selling chocolates, I look like a piece of basic fudge.

  I take a look at the uniform I’m holding, and consider how it might look on me. I hold it up to myself in the mirror. I pull the top across my chest. It’s gonna be a tight squeeze.

  “You okay in there?” Charlie calls.

  “Uh, yep. One sec.” I pull my dress over my head and consider my bra and panties. Basic white cotton. Not exactly enticing, but then again, why am I even thinking about that?

  Well, that kiss for one thing.

  God, that kiss. I close my eyes, remembering it. Wanting to savor and memorize it. It was the kind of kiss that could make a girl forget about all other men. And the truth is, I already have. Charlie is the only man I have ever come across that has made my heart go pitter-patter.

  But that isn’t all he’s done. He’s made my pussy weep with pent up pleasure. Now, as I reach for the chocolate shop uniform, I squeeze my core tightly, over and over again. The mere thought of Charlie kissing me again wakes me up and makes me think about doing more than kiss him.

  I have to focus on dressing, but my body aches with longing. I want to run my fingers over myself — something I have never done before. But my body is urging me toward pleasure. The kind I only know about from books.

  But I resist. Charlie is right outside this door, and I doubt he’d like the thought of me touching myself a few feet away.

  The pink dress is tight. Very tight. And I don’t know Marissa, but she must have been several inches shorter than me because this skirt barely covers my butt.

  “You sure you are okay?”

  “Well, I just think it’s a little snug.”

  “Can I see?” he asks.

  I pull open the door. “Maybe she had some others in different sizes?”

  “No, this is the only— oh wow,” he says, looking me over, head to toe. “Well, hell, Candy. You look like a bite-size piece of heaven.”

  I roll my eyes. “I look like the dryer shrunk the uniform.”

  “It’s impossible to look away,” he tells me.

  “Think it will help sell chocolate?” I ask.

  Charlie laughs. “Don’t worry about business, but I do worry about you.”

  “Why?”

  He steps toward
me. “Everyone who walks into the shop is going to be asking you out.”

  I frown. “I don’t want that.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because I only have my sights set on one man.”

  He grunts, clenching his jaw. “So, there is a guy back home? Could have mentioned that before you let me kiss you.”

  Shaking my head, I press a hand to his chest. His very solid, strong chest. “No, you’re the man. The person I’m interested in. And Charlie, I’m very interested.”

  He narrows his eyes. “But we just met. Isn’t it a little quick to tell me how you feel?”

  I twist my lips. “You gave me a job, a place to live, and you kissed me. All in less than an hour. But I’m the one jumping the gun?”

  Charlie chuckles. “I’m just checking to make sure you understand what you are getting yourself into.”

  I laugh. “I have no idea what I’m getting myself into,” I admit. “I’m a twenty-one-year-old virgin who just had her first kiss. I was homeschooled, sheltered beyond belief, and can only do a few things well.”

  He runs his hands over my back, drawing me close. “And what are those few things, in your estimation?”

  “I can clean and cook. Well. I make desserts, specifically. It’s why I wanted this job. I’ve been making chocolates for years as a way to support my father and me. I’d make truffles and other treats, and he’d sell them to a wholesale supplier.”

  “You’re a chocolatier?” he asks, smiling down at me.

  I smile. “Yeah. I mean, not technically trained for anything, but I’ve been selling them for a long time. Probably illegally, as I have no idea what my father told his buyer. It wasn’t in a commercial kitchen or anything.”

  “That is incredible,” he says, lifting my chin.

  “It is?”

  He nods. “Everyone from the neighborhood has always given me a hard time about not settling down with a girl. Ever. But I always said I was holding out for my one and only. For the girl who was made for me. I’m an old-fashioned romantic, and then you walk into my life.”

  “I ran into it, technically,” I say with a smile, the thugs from earlier long forgotten. Charlie is telling me the sort of things I’ve always dreamed of hearing. The fact we just met is the last thing on my mind. What I am really thinking about is what happens next. Because all I want is for Charlie’s lips to drag across mine.

  I look up at him, and his eyes burn into mine. It’s the moment we both seem to have been waiting for, forever.

  My breathing is shaky and my heart pounds, and I want it all. It seems too good to be true.

  “Once I start, I won’t be able to stop,” he tells me, his voice gravelly, low, and hot.

  “Don’t you have a shop to run?”

  “It can wait,” he tells me. “Right now, I have other business to attend to.”

  Chapter Five

  Charlie

  I squeeze her cheeks in that short ass dress and draw her closer. Close enough to kiss. I sink my lips against hers, wanting this fire between us to build into a goddamn inferno. Her tongue is warm as it slips against mine and I growl against her, unable to deny my primal needs.

  The most beautiful woman I have ever seen is here, in my home, with my bed only a few feet away. I want her, this sweet-ass virgin who walked into my life, who isn’t leaving it any time soon.

  “Marry me,” I grunt as I run a hand over her backside.

  Her eyes widen. “Marry?” She searches my eyes. “We just met.”

  “So?”

  “So, you know nothing about me. I could be a crazy person.”

  “Are you?”

  Candy laughs. “No. Are you?”

  I shake my head. “A little. I mean, I did just ask you to marry me. But I don’t think being a little crazy is the worst thing.”

  She kisses me again, and I don’t press this beauty for an answer. Instead, I show her how I feel with my hands. I’ve never been with a woman, and I always thought I’d be nervous when the time finally came.

  But I’m not nervous with Candy. I’m confident. I know what she needs. I know what she wants. She’s my soul mate, I feel it with every fiber of my being. And I want her to understand that being with her is a dream come true.

  I begin to undress her, button by button until her gorgeous tits are exposed. She wears a simple white bra, and she draws in a breath as I cup them with my big hands.

  “God, you’re beautiful,” I growl.

  Her cheeks turn red, and she looks down at herself. “I look okay?”

  “You look perfect.”

  “My breasts. Are they...?”

  “I’ve never touched a woman before.” I watch as her eyes widen in surprise. “So, I can’t compare you to anyone or anything, and I’m glad for that, Candy. Because I don’t want to line you up against other girls. I just want to line you up against me.”

  “And how do you think I’ll fit, Charlie?” she asks with bated breath as I pull down the cup of her bra, her full round tit on display. I run my finger over her hard, tight nipple, my cock twitching with desire as I touch her.

  “You’re gonna fit perfectly,” I tell her, and then I push down what is left of her dress, and I take a look at her in all her glory. She unhooks her bra, and it falls to the floor. Her tits are perfect. So round and full. I want to bury my mouth between them, kiss and lick and fondle them for hours.

  Unbuttoning my jeans and tugging off my shirt, I stand before her, in nothing but my boxers and her eyes glaze over. She licks her lips, her cute pink tongue darting out, and my cock groans.

  “Are you nervous?” she asks as she steps closer to me, resting a hand on my chest.

  “No. Why, are you?”

  She swallows. “I don’t want to mess up. I understand the mechanics, but I’ve never thought much further than that.”

  “We don’t have to do this, Candy,” I tell her, taking her hand and sitting down on the edge of the bed with her. “We can get dressed and walk downstairs, and I can show you how to man the register.”

  She sits beside me in her panties, and she tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “No, that isn’t what I’m saying, Charlie. My body… it’s so warm, like a volcano is bubbling at my core and I don’t know how to release the pressure.”

  “I know what you need.”

  “You do?” she asks, doe-eyed.

  I nod, laying her back on the bed as I lie beside her, while I dip my hand under her white panties. I feel the soft tuft of hair at her pussy and I run my fingers through it, my cock aching as I begin to explore her sweet folds. Her eyes are on me as if wanting me to confirm that what she is experiencing is okay, is alright.

  “You sure you want this, Candy?” I ask again, my fingers fluttering over her wet folds. I know what her body is saying — it’s practically dripping with want -- but her heart might say something different.

  “It felt so good earlier. When I was alone in here, I thought about touching myself, but I didn’t know if that was okay.”

  My hand stills. “Are you telling me you’ve never touched yourself, Candy?”

  She shakes her head. “Never. I’ve never met someone who woke me up like you have. Who’s made me--”

  “Horny?” Charlie interrupts.

  She giggles. “I don’t know that word. Does it mean eager? Because I feel so eager right now, My body wants to be played with, touched, explored. I want you to play with me; with my body. All my body parts.”

  “Then fuck, woman. Let’s get started.” I shove her panties down her legs and push her knees apart. Her skin is soft and supple, and this pussy of hers has never been touched by a soul — not even her. “You are giving me the best fucking gift in the world.”

  She giggles as I begin to touch her juicy slit. She is so nice and wet, and my fingers melt against her soft skin. “Oh, Charlie,” she whimpers. “That feels so good.”

  I look at her, naked on my bed, wondering how I got from the bookie room in the back to the upstair
s apartment with the girl of my dreams in an hour — but here we are, naked and alone and so ready to take it to the next level. Hell, I’m willing to marry her.

  “I need to taste you,” I tell her, my mouth watering at the thought of licking her sweet heat.

  “Really?” she smiles. “We can do that?”

  “Oh, Candy. We can do anything we like.”

  “Then lick me,” she says with a sigh. “Pretend I’m your lollipop.”

  Her words are so delicious, and I don’t hesitate to do as she asks. I dip my head and begin to lick her up and down. Her slit is so wet and so creamy. I can’t get enough. I inhale her scent, as I realize my mouth is made for her tight cunt. I run my tongue over her as she squirms beneath me. I chuckle, looking down at her thighs. “You taste so fucking good.”

  “It feels good, too. I feel--”

  I press a finger inside her, and she forgets to think, to speak. She's lost her ability to put words into a sentence and I don’t mind. I don’t wanna talk right now. I want to touch her tight cunt until she is moaning my name. Until she says one thing, and one thing alone, Charlie.

  “Oh, God, I’m gonna split in two,” she cries as I add a finger, my hand fucking her nice and slow, flicking at her core as she moves against me. Her tits bounce as I finger fuck her the way I’ve always dreamed. Her channel is so tight; I have no clue how my thick snake of a cock is gonna fit into her. But God, I will try.

  I finger her a little more, then I run my tongue over her again, sucking her clit until she is practically bouncing off the bed, as she’s enjoying this finger fuck so damn much. I move my hand faster and faster until she’s panting and moaning in pleasure, writhing on the bed and then coming so hard, so quickly, I’m scared she’s hurt. But she isn’t -- she loves it. Tears run down her cheeks as she orgasms against me. The sheets are soaked with her juicy release and I dip my head down again, wanting to lick it all up.