Please and Tease Read online S.E. Law (Sweet Treats #6)

Categories Genre: Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Sweet Treats Series by S.E. Law
Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22855 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)

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Please and Tease (Sweet Treats #6)

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S.E. Law

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A MMF Bisexual Menage Romance
Please me and tease me, I whisper. The two men were only too happy to comply. I’ve been with Dads and Daughters for a while now.
Some people would say I’m a hedonist. I just think I like to enjoy the best of what life has to offer.
After all, these long-haul truckers need relief, and I’m just the curvy girl to provide it. But as you can guess, my work generates a lot of dirty laundry.
So I head to the Lodge’s laundromat one day to do a load. But I’m surprised by two gorgeous men!
Aaron and Andrew dump their filthy loads on me too. And Heaven help me, but I *adore* being with the two men. But are Aaron and Andrew okay with my dirty past? And what happens when I discover I’m expecting their baby?
Naomi is no angel, but that’s why we love her. She’s a woman who enjoys her curves and isn’t afraid to flaunt them to the right men, especially when there are two OTT alpha males showing their appreciation. Warning: swords cross in this book, but that’s what makes it tasty! No cheating, no cliffhangers, and always an HEA for my readers.
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I get up languidly, looking around. The truck’s cab is small, but it’s not bad at all. Evidently, Michael is a superstar trucker for his company, and they invested in a custom-made cab for him.

Basically, it’s like a mini-RV behind the driver’s seat. It’s a twenty by twenty space where they’ve stashed the necessities for a long-haul driver, including a sleeping area, a dining area, and a lavatory.

I get up, padding in my bare feet to the small kitchen. Yes, there’s even a kitchen. It’s not much more than a two-top, but there’s a fridge and a microwave oven too. A small table pulls down from the wall, but I don’t open it because I don’t want to make any unnecessary sounds. Michael’s still sleeping, and I know he has to get on the road soon. I want to let him rest as much as possible before starting another sixteen-hour day.

Then again, I’ve done my part to help him relax. I smile while pulling on a thin, silk robe over my creamy curves. It’s my job, after all. Well, not really a job job. I’m currently an associate member of Dads and Daughters, and I’m in the second year of my residency. This means that I service long-haul truckers who pull into our tiny town. The local lodge will get a call informing us about a trucker’s impending arrival, and then I head out to greet them as the perfect hostess.

Of course, there’s more than just being a “hostess” in this line of work. The purpose of Dads and Daughters is to provide relief to long-haul truckers after a long day on the road. Thus, I might accompany him to a local diner for some get-to-know-you chitchat. We might even play a game of pool at a billiards place or stop by a local bar for a drink. But it almost always ends in the same way: him in me, straining with ecstasy and roaring his relief. It finishes with a lovely night in the cab, ensconced in his brawny arms.

I’ve really gotten into the groove with this new lifestyle. In fact, I’ve been doing calls three times a week for almost two years now. It sounds crazy, because what girl would willingly subject herself to this life?

But the truth is that I like it. I love it even, because Dads and Daughters is a way for me to sow my wild oats. After my time with the club is up, I’m going to settle down and lead a normal life like any other woman. Maybe I’ll even marry someone and have a few kids. I don’t know. The thought of marriage right now seems very far off and a little frightening to be honest. Who really wants to stick to only one guy? I can’t imagine being married to someone for thirty years, and restricting yourself to one bed partner as a result. I thought variety was supposed to be the spice of life, but then again, there are couples who’ve reached their golden anniversaries and still appear very happy.

But anything can happen in life. I never even realized that something as taboo as Dads and Daughters existed until my Uncle Richard brought it up. He’s taken care of me since my parents passed when I was a child, and I grew up safe and snug under his roof. He and Aunt Dorinda didn’t have any kids of their own, so they were happy to adopt me after the accident. Aunt Dorinda, unfortunately, passed away a few years ago, so it was just me and Uncle Richard.

But life was idyllic. I went to high school while my uncle was out on the job. When he came home every now and then, we had companionable meals and caught up like a real father-daughter pair. It was so idyllic in fact, that when Uncle Richard brought up Dads and Daughters, I was shocked.

“What do you mean?” I asked slowly. “You’ve been sleeping with a different woman every night you’re out on the road?”

Uncle Richard looked a bit shamefaced. He ran his hands through his hair and stared at the shiny table top. We were at my favorite diner, Junior’s, but fortunately it was busy and no one could hear our conversation.

“Well, maybe not every night. But certainly on a regular basis. That’s how the club works.”

I blink at him.

“The premise of the club is that daughters go out to service long-haul truckers who pull into their city each evening. Are you sure this is illegal? Are you sure laws aren’t being broken left and right?”

Uncle Richard shook his head uncomfortably.

“Naomi, I’m a simple man. I don’t think any laws are being broken, but I’m not an attorney either. All I know is that the system works. Long haul truckers like to meet beautiful women while on the job, and Dads and Daughters fills that need. The dads meet daughters at different rest stops, and the daughters are treated like princesses by older men who care about them. Everyone wins.”