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  The Man of My Dreams

  A Romance Box Set Collection

  S.E. Law

  Copyright © 2020 by S.E. Law

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  Also by S.E. Law

  Forbidden Fantasies

  My Fiance’s Dad

  Trailer Park Daddy

  While He Watches

  Her Secret Baby

  Sweet Treats

  The Man of My Dreams

  His Candy Cane

  Her Juicy Cherry

  Her Honey Pot

  Second Helpings

  Sugar Walls

  Please and Tease

  Forbidden Fruit

  Band of Brothers

  Her Italian Wedding

  The Boyfriend Diaries

  Mommy’s Ex

  Mommy’s Boss

  Mommy’s Landlord

  Daddy’s Christmas Gift

  Daddy’s Holiday Baby

  Daddy’s Love Child

  Made for Them

  Built For Them

  Sugar and Spice

  The Naughty Party

  Blackmail Fantasies

  Blackmailing My Dad’s Best Friend

  Blackmailed By My Dad’s Boss

  Blackmailed In The Boudoir

  Blackmailed By My Teacher

  Irresistible Bachelors

  Sweet as Candy

  Must Be Love

  Meant To Be

  Standalones

  You’re Mine

  Boss of My Panties

  Naughty Relations

  About My Daddies

  About Last Night

  About This Morning

  About That Evening

  Playing with Them

  Playing with the Doctors

  Playing with the Criminals

  Playing with her Priests

  Healing Hands

  Dr. Feelgood

  Dr. Man Candy

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  Contents

  About This Book

  Double XL

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Epilogue

  His Candy Cane

  About This Book

  12. Maisie

  13. Maisie

  14. Patrick

  15. Maisie

  16. Patrick

  17. Maisie

  18. Patrick

  19. Maisie

  20. Patrick

  21. Maisie

  22. Patrick

  23. Maisie

  24. Patrick

  Epilogue

  Her Juicy Cherry

  About This Book

  25. Courtney

  26. Courtney

  27. Courtney

  28. Huck

  29. Courtney

  30. Courtney

  31. Hank

  32. Courtney

  33. Huck

  34. Courtney

  35. Hank

  36. Courtney

  Epilogue

  Her Honey Pot

  About This Book

  37. Marni

  38. Marni

  39. Marni

  40. Tex

  41. Marni

  42. Rex

  43. Marni

  44. Tex

  45. Marni

  46. Marni

  47. Rex

  Epilogue

  Second Helpings

  About This Book

  48. Sienna

  49. Sienna

  50. Sienna

  51. Jock

  52. Sienna

  53. Jack

  54. Sienna

  55. Sienna

  56. Sienna

  57. Jock

  58. Sienna

  Epilogue

  Sugar Walls

  About This Book

  59. Natalie

  60. Natalie

  61. Natalie

  62. Natalie

  63. Natalie

  64. Natalie

  65. Natalie

  66. Natalie

  67. Gary

  68. Gascon

  Epilogue

  Please and Tease

  About This Book

  69. Naomi

  70. Naomi

  71. Aaron

  72. Naomi

  73. Andrew

  74. Naomi

  75. Naomi

  76. Aaron

  77. Naomi

  78. Naomi

  79. Andrew

  Epilogue

  Forbidden Fruit

  About This Book

  80. Kristy

  81. Kristy

  82. Kristy

  83. Kristy

  84. Owen

  85. Kristy

  86. Kristy

  87. Owen

  88. Kristy

  89. Owen

  Epilogue

  Band of Brothers

  About This Book

  90. June

  91. June

  92. June

  93. June

  94. Finn

  95. June

  96. Forest

  97. June

  98. Fred

  99. June

  100. June

  101. Forest

  Epilogue

  Her Italian Wedding

  About This Book

  102. Melissa

  103. Melissa

  104. Melissa

  105. Domenico

  106. Melissa

  107. Matteo

  108. Melissa

  109. Domenico

  110. Melissa

  111. Melissa

  112. Matteo

  Epilogue

  Sneak Peek: My Fiance’s Dad

  Sneak Peek: Trailer Park Daddy

  About the Author

  About This Book

  I always thought I knew what I wanted - a gorgeous man who worships the ground I walk in.

  Instead, at my initiation, the tables are turned.

  The man of my dreams isn't just one man ... he's TWO.

  They step into the limelight, and the breath catches in my throat because these two men are filthy truckers with bronzed chests, six pack abs, and everything a woman might need.

  But am I ready? Because Trainor and Torrent are much older than me. So handsome. And totally taboo.

  Get your fire extinguishers out! This box set contains the entire Sweet Treats collection for your reading pleasure. There are gorgeous truckers, sassy curvy girls, and enough babies to fill a nursery. In this collection, you will find: His Candy Cane, Her Juicy Cherry, Her Honey Pot, Second Helpings, Sugar Walls, Please and Tease, Forbidden Fruit, Band of Brothers, Her Italian Wedding, and the much anticipated Book 10 described above: DOUBLE XL. There’s also an extra epilogue for you to enjoy! The Sweet Treats books don't have cliffhangers or cheating. They DO have very happily ever afters and plenty of steam!

  Double XL

  By S.E. Law

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  1

  Alizeh

  I pack a small bag and slip silently into the hallway. Thankfully, it’s deserted. At the Lodge, you never know. Dads and Daughters is known for its activity, so there could be people merrymaking in the small hours of the night, or even just socializing and enjoying one another’s company.

  I stealthily creep down the hall. The doors are mostly shut, and it’s silent. But then, as I pass a door on the left, I hear distinctive moans and sighs, coupled with harsh grunting sounds. A smile creeps over my face. Evidently, one of the truckers wanted it so badly that he was willing to come to where the girls live.

  You see, the truckers and the initiates sleep in different areas of the Lodge. The truckers are huge, handsome, virile men, and the initiates are young girls here to serve them. By and large, we’re sassy women who love to be of service. But obviously, you can’t have the two groups getting their zzz’s in the same area, otherwise no one would get any sleep.

  As a result, the truckers have the west wing, where they occupy luxurious suites. Each room has an attached bathroom, a large closet, and plenty of space. By contrast, our quarters are a bit more modest. It’s a little more like a dorm. We each have our own room, but it’s a small room outfitted with a bed, a chest, and a tiny desk. I’m not even sure why there’s a desk, given that we’re not in school.

  But the set-up makes sense because most girls are with Dads and Daughters for only a few years. We begin when we’re eighteen, and we’re initiated into the club by a handsome man. Then, over the next few years, we service truckers in need, meaning that we’re available to them mind, body and soul. It works out because after a few years of service, most of the girls move on. In fact, several of the girls have actually married one of the truckers, and are living in the west wing with a bouncing baby. I long for such an existence, but haven’t been so lucky yet.

  Not that my time here has been terrible. It’s fine, to be honest. I go out on outcalls, which means that we have visiting truckers who pull into various truck stops in our neighborhood. They’ll put an inquiry in with the Lodge, and then the Lodge will ask me to meet him at the truck stop. By and large, my encounters have been wonderful. The truckers are gorgeous, virile men, and I enjoy my time with them.

  But something’s lacking. It’s partly because I hear the other girls talking. It’s also because I’ve become friends with a few of the ladies, and they’ve revealed their wild exploits. They engage in the craziest bedroom acts, and my mouth literally goes dry upon hearing them. Why hasn’t that happened to me?

  For example, June Merchant is currently with three brothers named Finn, Fred and Forrest Connaught. She tells me that her three lovers will plug all of her holes at once, leaving her airtight. A shiver ran down my spine when she told me that, and I felt myself go moist. What would it be like to experience that?

  Then, there’s Melissa, who went to Italy to help the truckers in Milan start up their first club. She came back with Domenico and Matteo, and they’ve pioneered a new apparatus called a reverse glory hole. You can imagine what that is. Instead of a man-sized hole in the wall, it’s a woman-sized hole. All I can say is that they set up some reverse GH spaces in one of the playrooms at the Lodge, and it gets a lot of activity. Quite a few girls have come out pregnant after spending time there, actually.

  But that leaves me. Although it sounds hard to believe, I haven’t had wild and crazy experiences yet. Sure, I’ve had fun, but it’s just vanilla one-on-one fun. I’ve never been with two men, much less three or more. I’ve never tried any new toys, nor introduced new ways of making love to my friends in Dads and Daughters. I’ve just been going at it missionary style, with the occasional hands and knees, or sometimes standing up. It’s okay, but I want more. I want to have my own titillating stories to share with my friends, and to be able to experience some of the earth-shattering pleasure they’ve had.

  Melissa told me that I should go overseas. Evidently, Dads and Daughters is opening a few lounges in Europe and Australia. She says that Spanish men are allegedly very passionate, and that British men can be very kinky. Plus, all the Swedish guys look like Vikings, and that made my heart race for a moment. But I’m afraid of traveling by plane, and now with the pandemic, I’m even more reluctant to get on public transportation. As a result, I’m hoping for a breakthrough here, at my home lodge. Maybe I’ll meet someone on one of my outcalls. It hardly seems likely though. I’ve already been with Dads and Daughters for a while, and nothing crazy has happened as of yet.

  Which explains why I’m creeping down the hallway now. It’s nearly midnight, but I want to take a dip in the indoor pool that’s below-ground. It should be closed this time of night, which is why I’m going to have to sneak in.

  The pool at the club isn’t your average pool. It’s a place where women swim topless, and men enjoy being pampered like kings. There’s so much naughty action that they actually have to drain the water and re-fill it every day. Can you believe that? Yet, I’ve never been to the pool for anything other than innocent recreation. None of the men I know have invited me for naughty times, and sometimes, I can’t help but wonder why.

  “It could be because you’re a bit on the thin side,” my friend Melissa said to me, eyeing my curves with a frown.

  “What do you mean?” I ask. “I’ve been eating like a madman.”

  She sighs.

  “Yes, but Alizeh, you’re just thin,” she says. “Most of the truckers appreciate curvy girls, and girlfriend, you have about thirty pounds to put on before you get there.”

  Thirty pounds! Was she crazy? But I started eating frantically in an effort to put on weight, and it’s worked. Now I have two desserts after dinner, and I’ve put on fifteen pounds in the last few months. My breasts a bigger now, and my hips wider. I feel a lot more sexy, and tonight, I want to explore that sexiness.

  I go down a set of stairs, and before me is the entryway leading to the pool. It’s a big, wooden door and it appears to be locked tight. But stealthily, my fingers slip into my pocket, and I pull out the key. A few years back, one of the girls had a copy of the pool key made, and it’s been passed down among the girls living at the Lodge. It’s our little secret among the sisterhood.

  I put the key in the keyhole, turn right, and a snick sounds. Perfect. The large door swings open easily on its hinges, and I step into the darkness. Carefully, I pull the door closed again, and shut it so that it looks undisturbed. Then, I make my way down the hallway.

  To the right are glass windows that overlook the sunken pool on the level below. It’s dark and shadowy because the lights are off, but there are a few underwater lights in the pool which render the water a mysterious, inviting turquoise. The pool itself is magnificent. It’s Olympic-sized and kept at a constant eighty degrees. There’s a mosaic pattern of a sunburst on the bottom, and the water laps gently at the edges.

  The setting around the pool is also luxurious. There are dozens of loungers scattered about, along with potted palm trees. The tile is a clean white, and there’s even a jacuzzi tucked into the corner, along with a spray shower and a bar that serves cocktails. Of course, right now there’s no one there, but that’s what I’m counting on.

  Quietly, I tiptoe down the hall and turn right, into the women’s locker room. Empty, as expected. I pull open one of the lockers and quickly strip, before opening my pack and fishing out a tiny red bikini. It’s one of my old ones, and when I put it on and look in the mirror, even I have to admit that it looks a bit ridiculous. With the extra weight I’ve put on, this bikini is now too small, and the top barely covers my large breasts. Creamy flesh leaks out the bottom and sides, and there’s no way to adjust the fabric for more coverage no matter how hard I try. The strings at the sides dig into my hips, and the panty patch barely covers more than my swollen lips. Oh well. No one’s going to see me, so it’s okay.