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  Dante

  J. S. Cooper

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  About Dante

  Prologue

  1. Sadie

  2. Sadie

  3. Dante

  4. Sadie

  5. Sadie

  6. Sadie

  7. Dante

  8. Sadie

  9. Sadie

  10. Sadie

  11. Sadie

  12. Dante

  13. Sadie

  14. Dante

  15. Dante

  16. Sadie

  17. Sadie

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  About Dante

  A blind date set up by her grandmothers best friend.

  A mistaken identity.

  A crying baby left at her apartment.

  What could possibly go wrong for Sadie Peters? Just about everything. She thought her week couldn’t get any worse and then she went on her date and met Dante.

  Dante Vanderbilt. Hot, charming, sexy, rich, and arrogant. He was the sort of man that every woman wanted to tame. Every woman except Sadie. She disliked him on sight and she let him know that right away. However that only seemed to amuse him and want her even more. Even though he assumed she was a flighty, careless single mother. Even though she let him believe that was true and that she would never want him as a stepdad to her pretend kid. He seemed to find her distaste appealing which only irritated her even more. Sadie couldn’t wait to leave the date and Dante behind, only he seemed to keep popping up wherever she went.

  Sadie wasn’t sure what Dante wanted from her, but one thing she knew for sure was that she was in way over her head.

  This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is entirely coincidental. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

  Copyright © 2018 by J. S. Cooper

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  Prologue

  I tried to keep my cool as I stared at the man in front of me. He was perfection in every way. Tall, handsome, sexy, eyes that seemed to pierce into my soul when he gazed at me, a smile that said I want to eat you up, and his touch made promises to my body that I didn’t know if he could deliver. To sum it up, when you looked at him, Dante Vanderbilt was like some sort of sex god. It almost wasn’t fair. When I looked at him, I thought of rolling around in bed, sheets and legs entwined together. I imagined him gazing at me, like he was now, like I was the sexiest woman he’d ever seen in his life. But I knew for Dante, this was all a game and I knew that I had to take him down a couple of notches.

  Don’t get me wrong, I am just like you. I’m the girl that wants love. The girl that enjoys sex. The girl that wants hot sex with a man she loves. That loves her back. I don’t like games. I don’t like drama. I’ve never had a one-night stand. I’ve never done anything like this before. That might be hard to believe. I don’t even really know how I got into this situation. Well, I know, but I don’t know how I let it go this far. This was the roller-coaster ride that was never-ending and the ride was really only just beginning.

  “Tonight is the night.” Dante’s voice was husky as he slowly unbuttoned his crisp white shirt. Holy damn, he was hot! “I’m going to do things to you that you’ve only dreamed of.”

  “How do you know I’ve dreamed of them?” I asked as I stared at his long slim tan fingers. “And how do you know I haven’t done them all already?” I winked at him and smiled to myself as he paused with his buttons and gave me a sultry look. I couldn’t help but stare at his tongue as he licked his lips like some hungry wolf that wanted to devour me. I swallowed hard and blushed as I thought about the things his tongue had done to me just a couple of nights before. It was if he knew just where every sensitive spot in my body was. It had been torture stopping him from actual intercourse, but I’d still orgasmed. I couldn’t imagine what he could do with other parts of his body if he could take me on the roller-coaster ride of all roller-coaster rides with just his tongue.

  “Well, I’ll just have to make sure I find something that is new to you.” He growled and I watched as he threw his shirt on the ground, like some sort of expensive hot male stripper in Vegas. Not some Channing Tatum look alike either (though I wasn’t sure if he had been an expensive stripper or not in the movie; I could just remember him swinging his hips). Dante was way hotter than Channing Tatum; though I would never tell him that.

  “No strings attached, right?” His voice was smooth as he stood there and I watched as he took his jeans off. I couldn’t stop myself from gawking at his body. He was now naked from the waist up. He had a smattering of dark chest hair that covered his muscular pecs and ran down to his perfect abs. His skin was a golden olive tan and his hazel eyes shone like emeralds in the candlelight. I still couldn’t get over how sometimes his eyes looked so green and at other times looked so brown. He was wearing a pair of white boxer briefs that left nothing to the imagination. He had a huge grin on his face and his teeth looked unnaturally white in the darkness of his room.

  I stared at him wondering if I had the guts to go ahead with my plan. It was tricky because while I wanted to bring him down, I was also attracted to him. Very, very attracted to him. And I was worried that I would be the one that would pay if everything went wrong. They always say that the best-laid plans of mice and men often go awry. And I had a feeling that I could definitely be the one that would get burned in this situation. Even though I had planned everything out to go as smoothly as possible. Only I wasn’t quite sure I really had the perfect plan. But right now it didn’t matter. This was a risk I was willing to take.

  “Right.” I nodded as I licked my lips slowly, hoping desperately that I looked sexy as I did so. I walked towards him slowly, and seductively enjoying the feel of my flowy red dress brushing against my legs. “No strings attached.” My voice sounded strange to my own ears. I’d never said anything like that before in my life. Had never even thought that I would ever be okay with it. However, somehow I had convinced myself that this was the way to go.

  “Take your dress off,” he said, his eyes looking darker now as he took a step toward me. His gaze was intense and he suddenly seemed taller, more muscular, more dangerous than he had before. A thrilling, exhilarating feeling washed over me. This was the hottest situation that I’d ever been in. “I said now, Sadie.” His voice got deeper and he moved even closer. I stood there feeling like a statue as he leaned in close to me and whispered in my ear, “I said, take off your dress, sexy, or I’ll do it for you.” And then I felt his teeth on my earlobe nibbling and pulling it gently before his lips fell to my neck, and he kissed down my neck to my collarbone. My body was on fire and every limb was trembling in sweet anticipation. I could think of nothing but having him then. Absolutely nothing.

  I stood there for a few seconds, unable to move, and then his hand reached and cradled my breast and I felt like I was about to explode.

  “I know your secret,” he whispered.

  “What?” I blinked at him, my heart freezing. He couldn’t possibly know, could he?

  “I know your secret,” he said again with a smirk. “But what you don’t know is that I have one as well.”

  1

  Sadie

  SADIE

  JONAS: How badly do you want to be a bad girl?

  KIWI: Very badly.

  JONAS: Have you ever done anything like this before?

  KIWI: N
o.

  JONAS: But you want to now?

  KIWI: Yes.

  JONAS: Why?

  KIWI: Because I’ve lived a boring life and I want to spice it up.

  JONAS: How far are you willing to go?

  KIWI: Pretty far.

  JONAS: Can I see photos?

  KIWI: Only if I can see photos of you as well.

  JONAS: My profile says I don’t share photos.

  KIWI: I don’t see why you expect to see photos of me if I can’t see photos of you. That’s not really fair.

  JONAS: Life’s not fair.

  KIWI: Oh well.

  JONAS: When can you meet?

  KIWI: I’m not sure I want to meet you yet.

  JONAS: So why are we talking?

  KIWI: You contacted me.

  JONAS: I find you to be a very curious woman. You intrigue me.

  KIWI: Good. I like to be intriguing.

  JONAS: I’m in a position of power. I can’t just let everyone into my life.

  KIWI: I’m not in a position of power, but I have friends and family and well, I’m just trying this for fun.

  JONAS: I will pay you one thousand dollars to meet me.

  KIWI: I’m not doing this for money. I can’t be bought.

  JONAS: Ten thousand.

  KIWI: No.

  JONAS: One hundred thousand.

  KIWI: No.

  JONAS: One million.

  KIWI: No.

  JONAS: You are playing hard to get.

  KIWI: I’m not playing.

  JONAS: What’s your fantasy?

  KIWI: I don’t really know.

  JONAS: Liar.

  KIWI: I just want pleasure. Exquisite pleasure.

  JONAS: That I can provide.

  KIWI: What’s your fantasy?

  JONAS: To dominate, wholly and completely.

  KIWI: You’re a dom?

  JONAS: No, and I’m not looking for a sub.

  KIWI: Okay.

  JONAS: Are you looking for a dom?

  KIWI: No.

  JONAS: Just some fun?

  KIWI: Yeah. I don’t know. I’ve always kind of wondered what it would be like to be pleasured by two men at once.

  JONAS: A threesome?

  KIWI: Not necessarily a threesome. I don’t really want to sleep with both of the guys. I don’t know. Maybe just the attention would be nice. I’m just talking out of my ear. I’ve never really thought about it that much.

  JONAS: You are a bad girl, aren’t you?

  KIWI: Not really.

  JONAS: I’d like to meet you.

  KIWI: I don’t know. I feel like you’re looking for something a bit different than me.

  JONAS: Oh?

  KIWI: I want to experiment, but I’m not really looking for anything crazy.

  JONAS: Oh, my dear girl, you just don’t know what you want yet.

  KIWI: Perhaps.

  JONAS: Like I said before, how badly do you want to be a bad girl?

  I closed my laptop down quickly and jumped up out of my chair. I thought about Jonas’s question, “How badly do you want to be a bad girl?” To be honest, I didn’t know the answer. At twenty-eight years old, I, Sadie Peters, wanted a different kind of life. I felt like I was already stuck in a rut and that my life was boring. I loved my friends and I loved my family, but I wanted something more. I wanted to feel like I was truly alive. I wanted to experience pleasure that would blow my entire body away. I’d been in a few relationships in the past and gotten hurt and had my heart broken. And sometimes, if I was honest, the sex in those relationships hadn’t even been good. Not that I was just about the sex, of course. I’d never been about just the sex, but man, I wanted to do something different. I wanted to be someone different. That was why I’d joined a dating website called, “Dating on the Edge.” It was meant to be a dating website for people that wanted to push their boundaries in a safe way. I didn’t know if I would actually meet anyone off of it, but I was curious to see what it was all about. So far, I’d chatted with two men, one called Mike and Jonas. I was pretty sure that neither of their names were real, but I didn’t care. It wasn’t as if my real name were Kiwi. I laughed to myself as I wondered if anyone on the site actually thought my name was Kiwi. I doubted it. Noone on a site called “Dating on the Edge,” could be that naive. I walked out into the living room and sat on my couch and listened to the sounds of the kids playing downstairs and sighed. Even if I wanted to do something crazy, I couldn’t living here. Where would I bring the guy? And also, “Dating on the Edge,” seemed like it might be more of a sex site. I wasn’t looking for just sex. I was looking for love as well. Though, I was starting to doubt that I’d ever find a guy that was going to fall deeply in love with me and be good in bed as well. I sighed as I jumped up off of the couch and headed back to my bedroom and reopened the laptop. I stared at the screen for a few seconds and then closed it back and walked over to my bed. I thought about what Jonas had asked me. What did I want? What did I really want? A part of me wasn’t even sure that I could even be honest with myself.

  2

  Sadie

  SADIE

  “Sadie, I’ve got you a date for Saturday,” my grandma exclaimed dramatically as soon as I answered the phone.

  “Hello, Grandma Louise, and no thank you.” I sighed into the phone in exasperation. “I have no time for a date on Saturday.”

  “Sadie Peters, I’ve gone out of my way to get you this date, so you don’t wind up . . .”

  “Alone and childless, I know, I know.” I groaned into the phone. “Grandma, I’m twenty-eight, I’ve got plenty of time.” And really my biggest concern wasn’t having kids. I wanted kids of course, one day, but first I really wanted to just enjoy my life. I wanted to explore and experiment. I wanted to feel like I was truly alive. I wanted to feel things with every part of my body, but I didn’t think that Grandma Louise would want to know any of that. I hadn’t even really told Cara and she was my best friend.

  “That’s what you young ladies think nowadays. In my day, if you weren’t betrothed by seventeen, there was a problem.”

  “Grandma, I thought you and Grandpops met when you were twenty-two?”

  “Well, you know . . .” her voice trailed off. “Anyways, my best friend Addie set it up. You’ll be going on a date with one of her grandsons.”

  “Addie?” I said in a confused voice. “Who’s Addie? I’ve never even heard of her before.”

  “Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten my best friend Addie?” Grandma sounded appalled and mumbled on about something else, but I was no longer paying attention because the kids from downstairs were throwing water balloons through my open kitchen window.

  “I’ve never heard of her before, Grandma.”

  “Well you must have forgotten. Anyway, her grandson Dante Vanderbilt is a very eligible bachelor. And quite the looker as well.”

  “Grandma Louise, I’m not interested.” I sighed. “If he’s so great, why is he single?”

  “You know someone could say that about you as well, Sadie.” Her voice was stern. “Now, one little date is not going to hurt you, is it?”

  “Grandma, we’ll talk later. I have to go.” I hung up the phone quickly before she could protest and spend the next thirty minutes trying to guilt me into going on the date with this random guy like some loser. “Brandon, Dylan, and Brody,” I screamed as I ran to the window and looked down to the garden. “Stop it.”

  “Stop what?” Brody’s muddy face gazed up at me innocently, his bright blue eyes gleaming, as he held a red balloon in his wet hand. His little five-year-old face was adorable, but I was no longer deceived by his childish wiles. He was a terror through and through, along with his brothers.

  “You know what,” I growled and shook my head at him. “I’m coming down to talk to your mom.”

  “No, we’ll stop,” Dylan exclaimed panicked. He was smart enough to know that getting his mom involved wouldn’t be a good thing. At six years old, he was the oldest of the brothers,
but he was definitely not the boss.

  “Too late,” I exclaimed as I backed away from the window with a hidden grin. I grabbed my keys and headed out the door to the downstairs apartment so I could speak to the boy’s mom, Cara, who happened to be my best friend. I had no intention of complaining about the boys though; I wanted to bitch about Grandma Louise and my new job instead. I didn’t bother locking the door because we lived in the same house and everyone in the house was welcome in my upstairs apartment. It was a unique housing situation, but one that worked well for us. Cara’s dad had bought the house for her when her childhood boyfriend had left her and their three kids. She rented out the top floor to me and I got a bit of a discount in the rent for babysitting the kids every now and again.

  “Cara, where are you?” I said as I walked down the stairs and into her living room. It was full of toys and I trod carefully across the floor, making sure to pay attention to the junk in front of me because I didn’t want to trip up and twist my ankle like I’d done the last time I’d been down there.

  “In the kitchen,” she called out and I hurried to the kitchen hoping that she was baking cookies. I was in the mood for chocolate chip cookies and milk or a shot of whiskey. Either one would do. “How’s it going, doll?” She grinned at me as I walked into the room. Her long frizzy red hair was a mess and she had a streak of something on her face, but she looked as happy as ever.

  “I’m good,” I said and looked around to see what I could grab to snack on. “But do you know what your brats are up to?” I mumbled before I remembered that I wasn’t going to tell on them. I really was the worst aunt.