The Devils Temptation; Erotic Short Stories

Hey future readers! This a different book complimation. Containing several books of this series. Atleast containing up to 30-40 different books. Same Genre, Same Trait. Note all pages has an hint on the erotic part.

Strictly for 18+.

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Juliette tried not to stare when Louis entered the kitchen only wearing a towel. He was just out of the shower and his short brown hair was slicked back. He had a beautiful, tanned, muscled body. She’d become his private chef three months ago, and she was after all in his home, but she had still not gotten accustomed to his perfect six-pack, or the muscles rippling down his back as he leaned into the window and looked up at the sky.

“Sunny day, Juliette,” Louis said. “It is finally, really, truly Spring. And you know what Spring means? Spring season, Juliette. Spring season. And that means deals and negotiations, players to help, players to swap. I love Spring. Spring is beautiful. And I am at my best in Spring. Today, today is a gorgeous day to close another big deal. Johnny G is being traded and I’ve managed….” Juliette didn’t understand much of what he said about work. He was a sports agent and she had never been able to follow the rules of anything besides soccer. That at least was simple. The ball goes into the goal and you get a point. Anything beyond that got muddled.

She had learned that a smile could suffice as an answer, and turned towards him as he moved sideways to tighten the towel around his waist. The fluffy red towel did nothing to hide his perfectly formed “glutinous maximus,” she thought to herself, watching his ass. She turned back to the counter and picked up an egg, disoriented by the thoughts running through her mind. He was her employer. She worked for him. She had to keep reminding herself that she was here to cook for him, not to ogle him. At night though…

“Juliette? Earth to Juliette!” Louis was leaning against the counter, peeling a banana and occasionally glancing at her.

She blushed. “Sorry, Louis, I was thinking about…” She looked down and saw the egg in her hand, “Eggs! What kind of eggs do you want?”

He laughed. “Juliette, it’s a good thing you are an amazing cook because you are a terrible liar. I was telling you that it’s a great day, and I’m feeling generous. So, is there something you want?”

Her head swiveled sharply to see what he meant, but no, it seemed innocent. What did he mean? The only thing she could imagine was having him push his long hard body against her, his lips pressing against hers as he held her captive. She promptly cracked the egg in the glass bowl before her. She must have Spring Fever. She started whipping the eggs.

“Scrambled eggs sound good, Juliette. Thanks!” Louis replied. “Oh, Louis, I am so sorry,” she looked down at the beaten eggs, embarrassed that she had forgotten what she was supposed to be doing, which was making what he wanted, not whatever came to her mind.

“Hey, it’s okay,” he stepped closer to her, and she could smell his aftershave. “You okay? You seem really distracted. Is everything okay at home?’ She nodded.

“Everything is fine, Louis. I guess I didn’t sleep well last night. I got here an hour ago and hadn’t realized that you’d run out of bacon. I was going to make my grandmother’s Rancher’s Egg Bake, but it just isn’t the same without bacon.”

“Yeah, I cooked it up in the middle of the night last night when the girl who was over wanted a BLT. I burnt it and kicked her out. Why don’t we have scrambled eggs and tomato? Maybe make me a steak for lunch?”

Juliette was still not used to his casual relationships. Relationships was hardly the word. He didn’t have relationships. That was what shocked her. In the time she had been there, he’d mentioned more women than a sleazy gossip magazine could keep up with.

But, he didn’t seem like that type when he was around her. Sure, he was gorgeous and had a hugely successful job that made him lots of money. What woman wouldn’t want to be with a man like that? He was probably amazing in bed, too.

Not that Juliette would know. Even if it did ever happen. Juliette had been saving herself for someone special. She’d thought her last boyfriend understood that, but then he’d gotten fed up and made fun of her, and she knew she was right to wait. She’d graduated from the culinary institute last year, and now she was 23 and didn’t know what to do. She thought about it, but a part of her heart still wanted it to be fantastic, really special. She didn’t just want to get it over with. It wasn’t like washing dishes, after all.

“Maybe with that amazing fennel salad you made before?” Louis added.

Juliette shook her head. She’d explained this to him so many times. His office was only five minutes away but that still wasn’t close enough to make sure the steak wouldn’t get cold. She turned to face him as the butter melted in the frying pan and with affection in her voice, scolded him. “We are out of fennel. I’ll make you a spinach salad with citrus vinaigrette and sliced steak. You can’t have a perfect steak unless you are sitting here and ready to eat it 5 minutes after I take it off the grill.” She poured the eggs into the hot frying pan.

He stepped closer to her to watch the eggs in the pan. “Juliette,” he began to ask. “Yes?” She hadn’t realized how close he was and began to put her hand up for space, but quickly withdrew when she realized that she was about to touch his chest. She watched a muscle above his heart begin to pulse. He was only inches away.

He smelled clean, like soap, and she felt herself flush with confusion about what she wanted.

She needed this job. He’d hired her after tasting her food at a private dinner party, and now she barely had time to do a catering event. He always had some major event going on, with special dietary restrictions for his clients, and she had managed everything so far. She couldn’t be attracted to him. He was her boss. She had to pay her student loans, and support herself. She turned back to the pan, then reached for a tomato to chop roughly and throw into the mix.

Louis stepped away. She took a deep breath and finished his breakfast. He ate in silence. She began looking through the cupboards, preparing a shopping list. His phone rang, and he jumped up. The day had begun for him, she knew. It was strange to be a part of a man’s private space, in the early part of the day, before all the demands and rules of life set in. She saw a different side of him, she knew that. When she came by the office with lunch, or prepared dinner for his guests, he was loud and aggressive. He worked out as hard as he did to burn off stress, and hearing him yelling through negotiations, it was hard to believe it was the same guy who chatted with her in the morning, who was casual, barely dressed, teasing.

She was cleaning up when he returned, looking impeccable in a tailored suit that seemed molded to his body. His tie, she noticed, matched the green in his eyes. Earlier they had been sparkling and playful, now she noticed they were hard. He was watching her seriously and she shifted from one foot to the other uncomfortably. She was barefoot and suddenly felt embarrassed, like he might disapprove. She had to deal with this side of him when she cooked, but she far preferred the other man that she saw in the morning before he went to the office. Now, he was already in work mode, the crease in his forehead becoming a deeper furrow as the work of the day started to appear. He looked down at his phone, then back at her, then turned around and called back over his shoulder that he would see her at lunch, one thirty exactly. “Be prompt!” He added, as if she were ever late. He had a call fifteen minutes later, he explained at the door, letting it slam behind him.

Juliette sighed.

She didn’t know why she daydreamed about him the way she did. She was just a short, mousy girl. Her brown hair was shoulder length. She had nice, normal brown eyes. Her skin wasn’t flawless, though it wasn’t a mess either, she reminded herself. She exercised sporadically, always with good intentions but never consistently enough to make a difference. What had she to offer him?