Pierced by Cupid’s Arrow
Curvy Shelby just wants breakfast at her favorite bakery and a chance to check out the bakery’s cute owner, Cal. But Cal has a secret: he’s actually Cupid, god of love…and lust.
During his busiest season, Cupid needs more of the cherubs who act as his assistants, and to create them, he needs a mate. He’s had his eye on Shelby’s curves since the first time she visited his bakery, and the approach of Valentine’s Day gives him the perfect opportunity to make her his, body and soul.
Celebrating the holiday of love with Cupid involves more than Shelby ever could have realized.
“Eros, if you prefer, then.” Cal smiled, peeling off his tight white shirt. “The god of love.”
Shelby gasped, because as he spoke two dazzling white wings faded into view, arching up above his shoulders. She hadn’t eaten yet, so she couldn’t be drugged, but this was beyond over the top, stranger than any seduction she could have imagined.
Rationality faded to insignificance when he kissed her. Shelby pressed into him, her mouth hungry on his, her hands clutching his bare shoulders. She forgot that she barely knew him, that she hated to be seen naked, that it was crazy to stop on her way to work for a quick fuck, and simply yielded to the sensations flooding through her, the tingling in her nipples as they rubbed against her lace bra and the needy, throbbing ache under her modest knee-length skirt.
The kiss left her breathless and wanting more. She didn’t protest when Cal reached for her blouse, almost popping buttons off in his eagerness to get it off. The front clasp of her bra was next, her full breasts spilling into his waiting hands.
“You have lovely breasts,” Cal murmured, his thumbs flicking over her nipples. “I’ve wanted to taste them since the first time I saw you.”
Shelby squeezed her thighs together against the rush of heat and dampness his words produced. “Then why haven’t you?” she asked, still in that fuck-me voice that didn’t sound like her at all.