Free Taming Alaska (So Not Prince Charming Book 1) by Diana Downey

want to leave him here with the stack of papers on his desk when I could do it pretty quickly. “I could help you.”
    “I’m fine.” He waves me off. “Run along. It’s your day, Princess.” Unlike Shane, the nickname doesn’t sound snarky coming out of Dad’s mouth.
    That’s when my drug lord uncle presses his warm hand onto my shoulder almost causing me to have a heart attack.
    “ Tio ,” I say, sounding more startled than I should. Unlike Fay, I wouldn’t have invited this man.
    “Congratulations.” He kisses my hand, sending a ripple of creepy goosebumps up my arm. “If you don’t mind, Cynthia, I’d like to speak to your father in private.”
    I know I should stay and listen to give my dad advice, but he nods at me to leave, so with great hesitation, I do.
    In the guest room where I dressed earlier today, I hear the murmurings of lovemaking. I peek into the room where Fay and, oh sweet goodness, Trevor are locked in an amorous embrace. Wait until she sleeps with him. She’s in for a surprise.
    I scoot past them before either sees or hears me snickering. Maybe, I shouldn’t have left her in charge of the guests.
    In the sunroom, cluttered with linen-covered tables and deck chairs for the reception, Blake’s laughing and chatting with one of the waiters, a very cute one, nice firm butt, muscular build, not one of his lemon-yellow hairs out of place. Too pretty for me. His hand cups Blake’s elbow while he leans into him, a tad too friendly, but Blake pulls back from him, chuckling politely.
    What Shane said a month ago comes to mind, slightly rattling me. I’ve already proven Blake is far from gay. He’s always ready for me in bed. He just hasn’t done it for me yet, so there must be something wrong with me that a man that sexy hasn’t made me scream out an orgasm. It’ll happen. It has to.
    “What’s so funny?” I ask, joining them.
    The waiter hangs his head before I get a good look at him and scurries away to hand out hors d'oeuvres. He must worry that he’ll be fired for neglecting his duties.
    Blake kisses my forehead. “Nothing that would interest you, my pet.”
    Okay, I’m not your dog. He better stop that immediately.
    I quickly forget his condescending name for me when his smooth hands brush against my arms. I love that he takes care of himself, and that he’s refined and that his touch jolts me fully awake, making me feel alive.
    I tug on Blake’s hand. “I have a surprise for you.” This will make us both happy.
    He follows me into the bride’s chambers. “I love surprises.”
    My arms encircle his neck and rest on his broad shoulders. I press my breasts against the solid slab of chest muscles. Married at last, and now for the big O. It’s my time. I grope his penis and balls, and he squeezes his eyes shut and groans. His cock immediately stands erect for me. He’s so not gay.
    “We don’t want to mess up your dress for the wedding photos,” he says, giving me a sly smile, his teeth tugging on my lip. The seductive action of his tongue sends a shot into the dark places of my sex.
    “Please,” I beg, licking my lips. I hate to plead, but desperation rears its ugly head. I’ve been close enough to taste fulfillment. I just need a little push to send me tumbling over the edge.
    A wicked smile lifts one end of his kissable lips. “Anything for you, my darling.”
    Better than pet.
    Blake slides his hands underneath my dress, along my thighs, and yanks down my panties. His fingers glide along my slit, moistened and hot. “You are so ready, as usual, Mrs. Waits.”
    I smile at my new name.
    He lifts my arms, shackling them one-handed against the wall. His lips press against mine while his other undoes his buckle and zipper. There’s no mistaking his eagerness or mine. I love this man.
    His hand skates along my big booty. I don’t have a skinny one like my blonde sorority sisters.
    He grabs a handful of its flesh, and his kneading spikes the temperature between my