Title: The Big O
Author: Nelle L'Amour
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 4, 2016
From New York Times Bestselling author Nelle L'Amour, a new sizzling STANDALONE that's guaranteed to make your panties melt!
The first time Owen King sets eyes on her, she's in a focus group, biting into a cream-filled donut and having the most orgasmic reaction he’s ever seen. “Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!” she cries out. He’s instantly obsessed.
Aspiring actress, Olive Cumming, has just lost her waitressing job and can’t pay her rent. But when the CEO of Donut King steps out from behind the one-way mirror and hires the curvy respondent to be his assistant, things are about to change. Big time.
Love at first sight has never been a reality for jaded, overworked Owen. And for sweet overweight Olive, love has never been within her reach. But when fate steps in, the king finds his unexpected princess, not knowing that someone is waiting in the shadows to keep them apart.
Rating 3.5 out of 5 stars
The book is simply ridiculous. I am almost 100% sure that I haven't read another book by this author before because I would have definitely remebered. To be fair the author warns the reader from the begin about what s/he is about to face, but I still wasn't prepared for what the book was about. Should I start with the fact that the heroine practically orgasms from taking a bite of a cream filled donut? The insta last ddin't bother me to be honest. I was more bothered by the oh oh oh's of the heroine. I have the feeling that this book was meant to be more humourous and silly than anything else. It wasn't for me though. I stopped the book more than once because I wasn't feeling it. The book wasn't meant for me, but that doesn't mean it's not for you. It's meant to be read in a very relaxing afternoon and to be something light after a heavy book. It took me two days to read it which is not much time, considering the fact that I wasn't a big fan of the book.
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I couldn’t focus behind my closed door. Thanks to the focus group, I had a shitload of emails to answer and problems to solve, ranging from what we should name our new caramel custard donut to deciding whether we should shut down our New Haven store.
All I could think about was her. My beautiful princess, Olive Cumming.
“Olive…Olive…Olive.” Oh, how I loved saying her name out loud. It took my breath away and made my cock stand at full attention.
I’d never met a woman like her before. Most of them were wafer-thin models and starlets who viewed my donuts like vermin. I was a big man with an even bigger appetite, but somehow these women, no matter how gorgeous or glamorous they were, never sated it. They wanted my money more than they wanted me.
But, Olive…she was different. She reminded me of my late mother—a big, beautiful woman, who had an insatiable appetite for life. And she was so wholesome, pure, and sweet. An innocent virgin. I was still shocked by her confession. Rather than turning me off, it turned me on. She was mine. Only mine. I’d heard about falling in love at first sight, but thought it was some bullshit myth. But it had happened to me. Untrusting, jaded Owen King, The Donut King. I was the first man to deflower her and now I owned her. And was going to protect her to the day I died. My princess just didn’t know it yet.
As I stared blankly at my computer screen, I thought about summoning her to my office and fucking her over my desk. My cock strained against my pants at the thought of her delicious ass in the air. But she had her work cut out for her and I vowed to keep the door that separated us closed. Instead, I began to fantasize what she looked like with her clothes off. Mentally, I undressed her, piece by piece, and began to imagine her butt-naked in my mind’s eye. Her luscious curves, those big fucking tits, her shapely legs all tied together by her creamy alabaster skin. Closing my eyes, I imagined licking her everywhere, the sound of her sweet moans filling my ears. I thought more about her ample breasts, envisioning them as two mounds of soft dough I could knead in my hands. And at the thought of her nipples, my balls tightened with want. There was no doubt in my mind they were pink donut-shaped buds puckered with sprinkles that would harden beneath my touch and make me lust after her. I yearned to twirl them, tweak them, suck them, and lick them. Imagining this scenario, I cupped my hand over my hard, hungry cock, buried under my trousers, and began to jerk off. Stroking myself, I leaned back in my desk chair and reveled in the sensation.
Snapping my eyes open, I immediately straightened up. Olive! I thought my cock would have a heart attack.
“Yes?” My beauty. My princess. My love.
“I put together a file with the information you need.”
My eyes darted to the thick folder in her hand.
“If you don’t mind me saying, I think ZAP! is the perfect advertising agency.”
“And why is that, Olive?”
“Because the founder and CEO, Jaime Zander, is on the cutting edge. He totally transformed his wife’s company, Gloria’s Secret, into a global force.”
“The lingerie company?”
“Yes. I love that store. I wish I could shop there, but I can’t afford it.”
“And why else do you think ZAP! would be right for us?”
“Because based on what I read, Mr. Zander works quickly and efficiently and always stays on budget.”
Fuck. Not only was she sexy as hell, but she could also think. Digest information, something none of my previous assistants could do as the only thing they wanted to digest was my cum.
“Thank you, Olive. Just put the folder on my desk.”
My eyes stayed on her as she did as I asked. Holy shit. Those delectable tits, so alive with their bounce, as she strutted my way. Her days of not affording Gloria’s Secret were over. I was going to order sexy lace bras in every color—along with matching panties—and make them part of her job uniform.
“Anything else, sir?” she asked as she set the folder down.
Bend over and spread your legs. And let me fuck you over my desk.
What the hell was wrong with me? My hormones burned through me.
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