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  For the Love of Mollie Copyright 2024 by KT Grant

  Cover art Copyright 2024 by Insatiable Fantasy Designs

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  This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental

  Table of Contents

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  EPILOGUE

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  THE NEW YEAR’S FANTASY

  SHARP BITE OF PLEASURE (PLEASURE BITE #1)

  THE HOWLING HUNGER (PLEASURE BITE #2)

  HER DETERMINED PROSPECT

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  BIBLIOGRAPHY

  Mollie McGree is on a mission to seduce her best friend, the sexy massage therapist, Juan-Carlos. But she wants to lose a few extra pounds first. She joins a gym run by self-made millionaire and personal trainer, Conner Bean. Conner thinks she doesn’t need to lose any weight, and is perfect just the way she is. He plans to seduce the curvy Mollie by giving her his own special training sessions in passion and desire.

  Soon Mollie is enjoying a no-holds-barred love affair with the vibrant and skilled Conner. But self-esteem issues on her part, as well as her unresolved feelings for Juan-Carlos, cause her to second guess Conner’s motives. Conner will stop at nothing until he claims Mollie’s heart for his own.

  DEDICATION

  To R.R., who was always the first.

  For the Love of Mollie

  Sweet and Sinful #1

  By

  KT Grant

  CHAPTER ONE

  Mollie covered her head with her pillow to muffle the screeching coming from her alarm clock. It was six thirty in the morning. There was no point in slapping the snooze button. Today was the first day of her awesome new life.

  “Okay, I’m getting up,” she moaned at the inanimate object, pulling the pillow away from her head and leaning over to shut off the alarm. Through sleepy, bloodshot eyes, she sat up, turned on her bedside lamp, and rolled her head from side to side, loosening the kinks as her shoulder-length, espresso-colored curls fell in front of her face. She pushed them away and yawned. Her hair felt like a bird’s nest, which was the case every morning until she showered. It had been her lot in life to deal with unruly hair, hips too wide, and a stomach too round.

  But no longer! Her new resolution was the promise she made herself on her thirty-first birthday last week. Her plan was to work out at the gym a minimum of four days a week, get down a lower double digit or possibly, if by a miracle, a single-number size. So what if she came out of her mother’s womb a size ten? She was going to work her butt off to reach a reasonable weight. Perhaps then Juan Carlos Mosino, the sexy massage therapist, Mister Sex on a Stick, as she and her friend Suzy called him, would finally see her as more than a friend, and the sexpot she’d always longed to be.

  But first, she had to work on eliminating some of her curves and dimples.

  She entered her bathroom, threw some cold water on her face, and walked back to her bedroom to pull on her comfortable white sports bra, old ratty black T-shirt, gray sweatpants, socks, and new eighty-dollar athletic sneakers.

  As she braided her hair and snatched her workout bag, she let out a loud yawn. “Definitely not a sexpot this morning at the ass crack of dawn.”

  She walked out with less of a skip in her step than last night, when she’d been so excited to work on her new, improved outlook on life.

  ***

  An hour later, Mollie’s outlook wasn’t looking too great—she could barely get the pedals around on the bike she rode in the main exercise machine room. She looked in veiled disgust at the two skinny gym bunnies with perfect hair and model-like bodies sitting next to her on their own bikes. They oohed and aahed over one of the trainers in the weight room working with a client.

  “He’s beyond gorgeous. I bet he’s a jackhammer in bed.” The girl who’d spoken had the perfect tan and was at least ten years younger than Mollie. She stopped pedaling and patted her damp, perky double-D bust.

  “Becky, the other trainer on duty, says he’s an incredible kisser. They hung out last month at McDaddy’s. She had one too many Jell-O shots, pulled him in for a hug, and kissed him. He kissed her back, tongue and all, for a good minute!” The perky, equally big-boobed, highlighted-blonde squealed. She and her friend both laughed.

  Mollie wanted to cover her ears; it was still too early to have to put up with loud screeching.

  “Only fifteen more minutes to go, Molls,” she whispered, pedaling faster.

  “Excuse me?” The double D, barely of legal age girl gave her an irritated look.

  She decided to play nice. She checked the girl’s chest and almost smiled. Her C cup was real, not silicone. It was one part of her body she could be proud of.

  “Don’t mind me, just talking to keep motivated and all.”

  “Aw, it’s your first day, honey?” The girl sent her a mock sympathetic pout and shared a look with her friend, who was busy swiping pink ChapStick on her lips.

  She shrugged, looking up at the morning news on the television above her. “Kinda.”

  “We can always tell. Take some advice and buy yourself a cute little…erm, exercise outfit, rather than wearing your father’s old sweats. This is a classy place, after all.”

  The girls giggled and even waved goodbye to Mollie, although one had insulted her. She wiped the back of her hand on her forehead and mumbled a few curses. But as she looked around, she noticed she was the only one in the room. She let out a sigh of relief. How was she to know World Class Gym had a dress code before eight in the morning?

  “Ten more minutes, then you can get off this death trap.” She glanced back at the weight room. The to-die-for trainer was missing.

  With her eye on the prize, she pedaled faster, wishing she had a towel to wipe her damp face. She was in the middle of using her arm, when someone laid a towel on the handlebars.

  “You look like you need this more than I do.”

  She blinked away the sweat near her eyes. She was proud her jaw didn’t drop open. The hot trainer stood right in front of her. He smiled, showing off near perfect white teeth and full lips she wouldn’t mind nibbling on. His hands were on his hips, displaying rock-hard muscular arms as they bulged out of his tight white tank top. She eyed black mesh shorts showcasing the perfect butt she spotted upon signing in at the front desk.

  “Um, thanks. I do need this. I sweat.” She wiped her face with the towel to cover her mortification. If the gym bunnies had stuck around and heard what she’d said, they would’ve had a field day. Much like when she was in high school and Penelope Parker dropped one of the white mice from their biology class down the front of her sweater to see if the rodent would run through her “rolls of fat.”

  The cute trainer chuckled, sat on the free bike, and started cycling. Why would he sit next to her, looking the way she did—baggy, unattractive, sweat-stained clothes, dripping face, and probably a bad case of body odor.

  She started to sniff herself, when the trainer held out his hand. “Hi, I’m Conner Bean, the owner.”

  Ah! I get it. He’s just being personable because he owns the place. Probably wants to sell me a five-hundred-dollar personal training package. She refrained from rolling her eyes and gave his hand a light squeeze. She didn’t even want to know what he thought of her moist hand. His own was calloused but dry. He quirked his lips and looked right at her face.

  “I’m Mollie McGree, a new member here. You have a great place.”

  His face lit up and his hazel eyes sparkled. “Thanks. I just became partners with my cousin, Seth Bean.”

  She stopped pedaling and swore her stomach dropped to her knees. “Seth?” Her voice came out as a squeak. “You’re cousins with Suzy also?”

  “Yup. Last time I checked, she and Seth were brother and sister.”

  She wiped her face with the towel again and took a few deep gulps from her water bottle. Conner watched her, making her feel self-conscious.

  “Suzy’s my best friend. We work together at a real estate company. I had no clue you and she were family.”

  She was going to kill Suzy. For years, she’d heard cousin Conner was some exercise guru whiz out on the West Coast. The man standing before her had his own line of exercise products—weights, clothes, even energy bars. And the fact he was twenty-five and a self-made millionaire made her very nervous.

  “I need to go shower and change for work.” She was glad her face was red from all her exercise. It helped cover her blushing.

  She swore she had to be imagining things because he appeared disappointed. “Oh? I guess after biking for an hour you’re exhausted.”

  She stood and he did the same. “How do you know I’ve been on the bike for that long?”

  “I saw you while I was working in the next room.”

  She wiped her nose; something unattractive, especially in the prese
nce of a rich, too good looking for his own good, near perfect, godlike man such as Conner.

  She nodded and finished her water, concluding the only reason he knew she was on the bike was because he’d been checking out the two Playboy bunny wannabes next to her.

  “Nice to meet you, Conner. I’ll see you around.” She stepped forward and almost jumped when he patted her lightly on the back.

  “Same here. Don’t worry, I bet we’ll be seeing a lot more of each other. I’m here most mornings. I also have a lot of catching up to do with Seth, Suzy, Aunt Sarah, and Uncle Sal.”

  She looked over her shoulder and only nodded. “Hmm.” Before she made a fool of herself, she left the room.

  As she passed the window on the way to the locker rooms, Conner gave her a big smile. He held up a hand. She looked away and rushed to take a cold shower.

  He was her fantasy lover come to life.

  Unfortunately, someone like him would never go for someone like her.

  CHAPTER TWO

  Conner looked out the window from his office as adorable Mollie walked out to her car. She wore a black, wraparound, knee-length dress and black heels that almost matched the head full of bouncy curls he had an incredible urge to pull his fingers through. He wanted to go into the women’s locker room and join her in the shower. While she stood there with the hot spray pouring down on her and steam filling up the small stall, he’d undress and come up behind her, placing his hands around her waist. She’d gasp in shock and struggle as he turned her around to face him for a passionate kiss. As she melted in his arms and her legs buckled, he’d back her against the tiled wall and stroke between her legs with his fingers. She’d sigh and purr in his mouth, rubbing on him as he made her come. Before she found her release, he’d get on his knees, press his nose in her dark patch of curls, and lick her senseless until she slid to the floor, boneless from her orgasm. He loved bringing a woman to peak with his tongue as he found all her secret sweet spots.

  And, if the woman had an abundance of curves, all the better.

  The world assumed because he was a fitness expert and taught others to live a healthy lifestyle, he was only attracted to a size two woman. Not the case. He adored women with big butts. The bigger the hips, the better. He loved holding onto a woman’s bountiful flesh as she rode him and he sucked her natural breasts.

  The minute he spotted Mollie walking through the doors wearing loose baggy workout clothes, the stirring in his groin was proof she was exactly what he wanted. After years of hearing Seth and Suzy going on and on about Mollie McGree, he had to finally meet her. Perhaps it was fate they met on his territory?

  Taking a long, deep breath, he relaxed to stop from coming in his gym shorts. His phone rang, he picked up his mug of black coffee, and sipped.

  “World Class Gym. Conner Bean speaking.”

  “Hey, cuz, Seth here. I’m running a little late.”

  There was shuffling on the other end of the phone. “You’re not talking on your cell while driving?”

  “Why, I’m a law-abiding citizen. I’d never think of doing such a thing.”

  He rolled his eyes, sat back in his chair, and rested his legs on top of his desk. He ignored his raging hard-on from his fantasy of Mollie spread out in the sauna.

  “Con, you there?”

  He shook his head and rearranged himself. “Sorry. I blanked out for a minute. I think it’s something to do with Miss Mollie McGree. I met her this morning.”

  “Isn’t she great? One sexy lady. Why she thinks she needs to lose weight is beyond me. Probably because of the crush she has on a guy friend.”

  His feet hit the floor and he frowned. “What?” He tried holding back the jealousy in his voice.

  Seth laughed. “Chill, Con. JC, Mollie’s crush, has it bad for Suzy. My sister is totally clueless, and Mollie thinks JC isn’t into her because of her size. If she only knew JC wants Suzy.”

  “Seriously? She acted as if I had a disease or something while we talked.”

  Seth sighed. “Come on, Con, you have to know you’re one hot guy, plus you have enough money to never work again. You’re five years younger than Molls. She probably thinks you have a thing for barely legal, thin-as-rail chicks.”

  “I hope to change her opinion, and fast. I need to see her again, and not here. Wait! I almost forgot your parents’ thirty-fifth wedding anniversary celebration tomorrow night. Will she be there?”

  “Yup. As well as JC, your nemesis for her heart. Pop is closing the restaurant for family and friends for the night. There will be a buffet, dancing, and drinks on the house from the owners of Sir Bean.”

  He smiled fondly. He’d always wanted to visit his uncle’s restaurant. “Great. I can impress her with my dance moves.”

  Seth coughed. “You don’t want to frighten her away. I wouldn’t be surprised if you were thrown out of California for your lack of dancing skills.”

  “Nice one, Cuz. I see you pulling in now. Let me go. I have another appointment in ten minutes.”

  “Right-o, partner.” Seth hung up.

  He finished his coffee and stretched his arms over his head. Tomorrow night, Mollie McGree would be in his arms. Hopefully he’d be able to taste the lips she kept biting as they talked. If he had any say, he’d soon ravage those luscious berry-red lips.

  ***

  “I’m such an idiot,” Mollie moaned as she hobbled across the parking lot to the front of Sir Bean. She went to work out a few short hours ago, instead of going in the early morning because she didn’t want to see Conner, or rather drool over him while taking her kickboxing class. She overdid it, and now she was suffering.

  The class had kicked her butt. She’d gone two days in a row instead of taking a break in between. Her legs and arms ached so much she felt like an eighty-year-old woman. It didn’t help she was starving and there was bound to be ultra-fattening food at the party.

  She checked her reflection in the restaurant window and drew back her shoulders. Her strapless, knee-length, navy-blue dress looked pretty good on her. She’d made the right decision and put her rowdy curls in an updo, a few strands hanging down to frame her face. Surely JC would think the same. Maybe he’d dance with her, which might lead to some kissing and taking her to his house where…

  “Hey there, you sexy bitch.” Suzy walked out the front door and lit a cigarette.

  She smiled, walked over, and hugged her best friend. “You look great, Suzy.” Mollie thought she really did. Suzy was a very rounded woman, but her friend’s bright-yellow sundress complemented her tanned skin and naturally highlighted blonde hair. Even though Suzy was a bit heavier than Mollie, she wished she could be as comfortable in her skin as her friend seemed to be.

  Suzy kissed her on the cheek. “This dress looks great on you. I think you lost a few pounds since I last saw you.”

  “Suzy, you’re a sweetheart, but it’s only been two days. Plus, I can barely walk. I overdid it at the gym today.”

  “Now you know why I don’t do that shit.” Suzy took a few more puffs from her cigarette, put it out on the brick façade, and opened the door. Mollie gingerly walked in behind her.

  “After tonight, I’m probably going to gain five pounds from eating all the food your parents set out.”

  “Don’t worry, Ma and Pop made sure to make some healthier dishes for the healthier conscious party guests.” Suzy took her by the hand and allowed to be pulled along. At least she was wearing low-heeled white sandals instead of the heels she usually loved wearing.

  The party was in full swing, dance music blasting from the room in the back. About fifty people or so were in groups, talking and drinking near the bar. A few sat at tables off to the side near the buffet table eating. Balloons and streamers hung from the wall next to a big long sign that said, Happy 35 Years of Marriage to Sal and Sarah Bean.

  Mollie looked around, very pleased with everything. “It looks wonderful. You and Seth did a great job.”

  “And don’t forget me.” An arm went around Mollie’s shoulder and tucked her in close. She swallowed, took a breath, and glanced up at the man she hoped to go home with tonight.