Make You Mine (A BBW Romance)

The newest member of the Premier Consultants sales team, Daryl Laroche, is eager to find the perfect new client for her employer, a prestigious matchmaking company. And she has one very special guy in mind, Tevin Page. Tevin is every girl’s fantasy, hers included.

But things go very wrong when her soon-to-be client decides he doesn’t need her services. Not only does Tevin Page have a secret, but he thinks he’s already found his perfect woman--her. And this curvy girl’s life is about to change forever when he issues one deliciously tempting demand…

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He turned to face me fully. “What could any man possibly misjudge you for?”

“They all think, because I work for a dating service, that I’m looking for love.”
His brows lifted. “You’re not?”

“Nope.”

“No? Why?”

“Because I don’t get paid to find men for myself.” Not to mention, I’d learned the hard way that men who pay to be members of Premier like a different kind of woman. A woman who was educated, came from a rich family, and wore a size zero. “I need to get paid. Because my bills need to be paid.”

“I understand that, but don’t you ever feel lonely?” he asked as he meandered down the beach.

Falling into step beside him, I said, “I do. Sometimes. I go out with my friends. I meet new people. Like you.”

“And you immediately tried to enroll me in Premier’s dating service.”

“Yes. You’re an ideal candidate.”

He turned so suddenly, I bumped into him. We were chest to chest--kind of. Without my shoes, he had a good six or seven inches on me so my nipples were more in his upper abdomen region. Still, we were close. Too close. Close enough to…to kiss.

I swallowed hard.

I needed to step back, to put some space between us.

Step away.

Back.

Now.

Why the heck couldn’t I move?

He grabbed my arms as if he knew exactly what I was thinking and he didn’t want me to go. “Am I an ideal candidate for Premier? Or do you really want me for yourself but are afraid to admit it?”

Something big and hard coagulated in my throat. I swallowed hard, trying to push it down so I could speak. But it didn’t budge. I opened my mouth and tried to force the words past the lump, but nothing came out.

He tipped his head to the side, and his edge of his tongue swiped across his lower lip. His gaze locked to mine, and a feeling of panic raced through me.

He was going to kiss me again.

Oh God.

I closed my eyes just as his lips met mine. At least a thousand volts of electricity coursed through my body. Waves of heat pulsed through me as cool waves of water lapped at my ankles.

The kiss was soft. It was a quiet seduction, making me crave more. When I felt his tongue trace the seam of my mouth, I parted my lips and it dipped in.

Oh God.

He tasted so good.

Man. Wine. Sweet. Spicy.

His tongue caressed mine, and a little groan vibrated in my chest. In my head, words echoed, like, I need to stop this…must stop…now! My hands, having a mind of their own, and not listening to what my head was saying, started wandering up the front of his torso. My fingertips dipped into ridges cutting between bands of thick muscles. Pecs. Abs. Shoulders. Oh, I could tell they were utterly perfect.

As the kiss continued, it became more aggressive. His tongue didn’t gently caress mine anymore, it staked a claim. His hands skimmed up my arms, over my shoulders and cupped my neck. His fingers kneaded my muscles there, working out the tension as more, a different kind, wound through the rest of my body. Still, as my blood burned hotter and my muscles tensed, I kept telling myself I needed to stop. I needed to make it clear I wasn’t going to let him play these games anymore.