Sugar and Spice (The Boyfriend Diaries #9) Read online

  Sugar and Spice

  A Double Fake Boyfriend Romance

  S.E. Law

  Copyright © 2020 by S.E. Law

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  Also by S.E. Law

  Sweet Treats

  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

  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

  1. Jane

  2. Kade

  3. Jane

  4. Jane

  5. Kade

  6. Jane

  7. Kade

  8. Jane

  9. Kade

  10. Jane

  Epilogue

  Sneak Peek: Her Italian Wedding

  About the Author

  About This Book

  Sugar and Spice taste so nice, especially when they’re mixed together.

  I’m a romance author who’s never been with a man.

  It’s crazy since I write over-the-top steamy scenes that would make you gasp with shock and pleasure.

  But one day, my dream comes true.

  Kade and Brandon are two handsome male models who make my mouth water. They’re built like Greek gods with wide shoulders, broad chests, and two certain *somethings* that make me beg for more.

  Even better, one tastes like sugar, and the other spice.

  But can we make it work after I discover I’m pregnant with their baby?

  It’s time to hit the spice rack! If you love bisexual MMF romance, then this story will get your motor going. Jane is an innocent, but she’s quickly introduced to the dark side by handsome male models who approach her at a romance convention. Warning: swords cross in this book, but it’s what makes things tasty! No cheating, no cliffhangers, and always an HEA.

  1

  Jane

  It’s an odd thing – to be a romance writer with no real romantic experience. But here I am, a twenty-five year-old wallflower finding success in writing steamy erotic romance novels. I have an active imagination that is fueled by reading quality erotica and watching a dirty video online every so often, so I’m not completely ignorant as to what happens between the sheets. Given that I’m doing relatively well in the world of erotic literature, I’d venture to say that my readers enjoy what I imagine. The super-hot, crazy billionaire with an alpha-male personality is always romance gold. Heck, I’d like to meet someone like that myself one day.

  But over the years, I’ve learned that readers are often quite curious about the authors they read. If they like you, then they’ll eat up your biography and buy every one of your books. But if they found out that Jane Morgan, erotic romance writer, is an inexperienced virgin … well, that would be very interesting, to say the least.

  Which is why I’m a little nervous to be at this romance convention in Vegas. It’s going to be filled with hard-core readers who know exactly what they’re talking about.

  “How do you find inspiration?” or “Is there someone that gives you ideas for scenes?” are questions that I know I’ll be fielding at this convention, but I can’t exactly tell them that I’ve never so much as seen a man’s rod in person, let alone deep throat it. I’ve thought about making up a boyfriend – he’s absolutely gorgeous in my mind – and telling the convention goers that he’s the source of my inspiration. But what if it goes wrong? And if I’m being honest, I find it hard to believe a truly handsome man would go for a thick and curvy girl like myself. Not many men go for the plump body that I sport because it’s a far cry from the stick thin figures gracing the covers of magazines.

  Sure, I’ve come a long way from the lonely student that wrote steamy fiction in her spare time, or even from the dead-tired waitress that stayed up well into the night crafting filthy scenes from the depths of her mind, but the potential questions really make me nervous. What if readers ask detailed questions about my experiences in bed? What will I say?

  I’ve thought about telling a vague truth: I have an active imagination. It’s technically true, but it lacks the sexy lifestyle that my readers likely imagine of me. They want someone glamorous like Danielle Steele or Jackie Collins. They would be disappointed to find out that my steamy scenes are concocted from basically thin air, and that I’m making it all up. It takes the zip out of things.

  Maybe I’ll go with the third option and tell the fans that I can’t reveal my sources. This is a safe option, but it is a total buzzkill. I hate to disappoint the people who love my work, especially since by nature, I’m a people-pleaser. It’s weird to behave like a top secret agent, when really, I just want my readers to be happy.

  A knock on my hotel door pulls me from my reverie and opening it reveals my best friend and publicist, Mattie. She’s my complete opposite in appearance and I know that if we hadn’t been paired up as college roommates freshman year, I never would have thought to be friends. She’s beautiful in a Vogue cover kind of way – legs a mile long and long blonde hair thrown carelessly over her shoulder in beachy waves. With the way she looks, people never assume that Mattie would have a heart of gold, but she’s the nicest person I know. She flashes me a smile and makes her way into my room.

  “Time to get ready! We’re going to the hotel bar.” Mattie is practically bouncing. Her personality comes out a lot when she gets excited and she’s been excited for this Vegas trip for weeks, even if it’s for work.

  “Jeans and a t-shirt aren’t good enough for a hotel bar?” I ask with confusion. It’s what I’m most comfortable in, after all.

  “No. Absolutely not. Cocktail dress. The hot blue one. Chop, chop, Jane.”

  I sigh and accept defeat. Mattie doesn’t have to work hard to convince me of anything because she’s pretty much always right when it comes to clothes. Maybe this is an extra-fancy bar and I’d look out of place in my jeans and sneakers.

  Sighing, I grab a navy dress from the hanger in the closet and move to the bathroom to get changed. Mattie smiles encouragingly at me as I close the door. I know she doesn’t care if I were to change in front of her, but there’s something hugely vulnerable about changing in front of a person with a body of a goddess. My thi
ck thighs and round belly don’t compare to the smooth planes and tight butt that Mattie has worked hard for.

  When I come out of the small bathroom, my blonde friend lets loose a low whistle. I refrain from rolling my eyes, knowing she’s just being nice.

  “We’re meeting Kade downstairs, remember? Ready?” she chirps.

  I almost choke on my tongue. Oh, shit. Kade. Tall, muscled Kade, whose figure graces the cover of my last book. He’s a professional male model, and obviously stunning. I bite my lip as I bring his latest cover photo to the forefront of my mind. He was shirtless obviously, his black hair a dark contrast to the bright, yet deep, blue of his eyes that practically popped off the cover. He was expensive too – two thousand dollars for just that one photo – but Mattie convinced me hiring him was the right move. She was right too. The book flew off the shelves. Turns out that not many women can say no to a chiseled chest and washboard abs.

  With Kade’s presence at the convention, Mattie believes that book sales will reach new highs. He’ll be sure to incite some excitement, for sure. He’s going to be posing with me at my signing table, and fans will be able to take pictures with his brawny self. I’m already preparing myself for the endless squeals I’ll be hearing when he interacts with the horny fans that are sure to flock to him. It’s a sacrifice I’m more than willing to make though because he’ll siphon the women away from me, which is a good thing. Sometimes, I get nervous when I’m the center of attention.

  Meeting Kade tonight, though, was not something I had counted on. I feel unprepared and a bit nervous. Do I know how to act around a Greek God? His abs look to be chiseled out of stone and I find myself wondering if the pictures do him justice. I stop in front of the mirror, my nerves forcing my hand to fiddle with the brown curls framing my face.

  “How do I look?” I ask, feeling awkward.

  Mattie raises a single eyebrow.

  “Girl, you look real sexy. You’re a knockout tonight.”

  I look back to the mirror, my brown eyes taking in the voluptuous breasts that appear so much larger than their Double D size. The dress clings to my figure, making my ass pop – a feature I previously felt shy about. I do look kind of sexy, which is a thought that has me a little astonished.

  “Come on!” Mattie is getting impatient. The girl loves her martinis. I barely have time to slip on my pumps before being dragged out the door.

  When we get to the bar, I look around quickly. It’s dim inside, with music playing and a bunch of people standing around with drinks in their hands. Immediately, I notice its lack of a certain hunky model. I may have never met Kade in person, but there is no way I’d ever forget his face. We make our way over to some bar stools, and get comfortable. Of course, this being a romance convention, there are a lot of women here, but that’s okay. I’m comfortable with an all-female crowd. They are my fans, after all.

  Suddenly, the chatter comes to a halt, and the reason for the hush over the room is obvious: Kade has arrived. He’s absolutely gorgeous, standing at the entry to the bar. He’s got a solid black t-shirt stretched across his broad chest and dark wash jeans accentuate long legs. I swallow heavily, my cheeks flushing. Oh my god, he’s even better in person than on the cover of a book. I unabashedly stare at the Greek God standing there, and frankly, it’s hard to ignore the growing heat between my legs.

  But then he sees Mattie and waves. His grin is enough to light electrical fires in the room, and I blush heavily.

  “Hey,” he says after coming over to stand by us. “How are you Mattie? Nice seeing you here.”

  Mattie, being the beautiful person that she is, grins right back. In fact, she’s acting like a completely normal person, which astonishes me. How is she able to focus?

  “I’m good,” she says. “Oh and Kade, this is Jane, the author you’re here to work with. Jane, this is Kade, male model extraordinaire,” my friend adds by way of introduction.

  I manage a nod in Kade’s direction, but don’t attempt to talk just yet. I feel his eyes on me for a beat longer than necessary. His eyes flash and my breasts heave a bit. Oh shit, I’m losing it. I take a deep breath and look around, trying to appear nonchalant. He and Mattie make chitchat while I smile inanely in an attempt to normal.

  I’m still trying to get things under control as Kade sits down next to me and orders a drink. I’m steamy and wet down below, desperately trying to focus on communicating like a normal human being. But this man is far from normal.

  “So, Kade, how did you get into modeling?” Mattie asks. I think it’s pretty obvious – if you look like that, you’re a model. I pinch my lips together to avoid saying something stupid in front of him.

  “It was just something that I was offered a few years ago,” he explains casually. “I never had plans to do it, but I’ve had some fun experiences because of it. I’m actually a personal trainer and just do some modeling on the side.” He speaks with an air of confidence that I haven’t heard in another person before. It’s almost cocky, but not so much that he seems like a jackass. He knows he’s attractive and well-versed, and clearly uses it to his advantage.

  “What kinds of experiences?” I finally manage to get out. Despite feeling incredibly tongue tied, the words reach Kade’s ears clearly. He seems interesting and smart, in addition to being attractive, and that’s something I definitely did not expect. When he turns his complete attention on me, I am sure that I’m going to combust.

  “All kinds of things,” he begins. He talks of trips across the globe and various athletic activities that have me hanging on his every word. The three of us share stories and fun events until Mattie stands from her seat to go get us the next round. Leaving me alone at the table with a man of this caliber is terrifying, but I discreetly take a deep breath to calm my nerves and hope that I don’t make a complete fool of myself.

  Kade is still chatting and I watch the way his mouth forms the words as I listen. I know I’m practically staring, but I figure the noise of the bar makes it seem as though I must read his lips to get what he’s saying. The conversation is innocent enough, but suddenly, I feel something warm and heavy graze my leg beneath the table. What is that?

  I look down with confusion, expecting to see a damp napkin. But no. It’s Kade’s hand! What is he doing? I feel my heart take off at a gallop as his fingertips graze my kneecap under the table. Shocked is definitely the best word to describe what I’m feeling right now. Also, stimulated. Aroused. So hot. Those are words that work, too.

  I’m swallowing down a gulp when Mattie comes back to the high top. It’s almost disappointing to have her back, but Kade doesn’t remove his hand. Instead, his palm slowly and torturously moves higher and higher up my thigh. Oh my god! What is he doing? Does Mattie see? I hope to god not.

  I’m desperately trying to avoid hyperventilating as the conversation at the table continues like nothing’s happening. Kade looks perfectly composed, his animated face giving nothing away. Meanwhile, I can hardly say a word and manage just a few “mm-hmms” at the right time. What is going on?

  Suddenly, Kade ups the ante. A finger brushes over my soaked panties and I have to clamp my teeth together to avoid moaning out in pleasure. My fingers grip tightly around my glass and I focus on my breathing. It’s going to be difficult to keep up this façade for much longer. Mattie is sure to notice my odd behavior any minute. Oh crap!

  But then, the hand is gone from beneath my dress and I feel oddly empty. It’s like I had somehow gotten used to it there, and was slowly riding a wave that was growing and growing. Cool air wafts between my thighs, which makes me feel oddly deflated and disappointed. But the grin on Kade’s face tells me he has no regrets.

  “Hey, it’s getting pretty late. My apologies, ladies. I have to make a phone call to my mom before she heads to bed,” he says as he stands. There’s a glint to his blue eyes and his jaw looks a bit tense, but he smiles another winning smile. “It was a lovely evening, ladies.”

  Mattie says her goodbyes and I clear my th
roat to do the same. With another wink at us, Kade turns and I watch as his large frame strolls to the exit in near disbelief. My heart’s going at a thousand miles an hour as my mind reels – did that just happen? The ache I feel deep in my core says yes, yes it did.

  I come back to the moment to realize Mattie has been talking for the last couple of minutes. I tune in to her story but can’t keep my mind off the night’s events because what just happened? Did a man who works for me really just stroke me in public? Did he really sample the wetness of my soaked panties? This is going to be an interesting convention, that’s for sure.

  2

  Kade

  I find myself walking away from the hotel bar with a smug grin on my features before pulling my phone from the pocket of my jeans and selecting my mom’s contact information. The phone is ringing within seconds and quickly answered on the other end.

  “Hi Kaden,” my mom says. “How are you? Are you in Vegas already?”

  “Yes, Mother, I made it to Vegas just fine.” I love my mom, but I can get exasperated with her easily. I’m a 35-year old grown man and my mom wants me to keep her updated on the specifics of my daily life. Some things never change. I could be ten years old again.

  “You stay out of trouble while you’re there, Kade,” her voice warns through the speaker. “I don’t want you getting into anything unsavory.”