All Chapters of THRUSTS AND TEMPTATIONS [Steamy and Short Eroticas): Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Leo didn’t put me down until we were in the suite and the door slammed behind us. He dropped me on the bed like I weighed nothing and shut the suite door with a soft click.“You didn’t have to carry me,” I said.“You didn’t have to curse out my ex either.”“She started it.”“You finished it. Loudly.”Leo loosened his tie and dropped it on the chair. “You’re lucky I don’t care what anyone thinks.”“You’re lucky I didn’t pour that wine on her head.”“You’re lucky I’m still paying you.”I looked at him and I didn’t blink. “Then fire me. Cancel the deal.”He stepped closer. “You want that?”“Do you?”We stood there breathing hard. His chest rose and mine followed and the silence between us wasn’t silent at all.I kicked off my heels and stood there, heart still racing. I should have been embarrassed but I wasn’t. I was angry and drunk and turned on and I didn’t want to think about why.“That Cindy bitch deserved it,” I said. “She’s lucky I didn’t smash a wine glass over her head.”Leo lea

His hands moved like he already knew what I liked. He cupped my breasts and kissed down my stomach slowly. I arched into him and his mouth found my nipple, warm and wet, and I moaned into the dim suite. “Leo…” “I’ve wanted this since the first time you talked back to me,” he said against my skin. “Maybe longer.” His fingers slid between my thighs again, spreading me open like he had every right, and I didn’t stop him. I couldn’t. His thumb rolled circles on my clit and I clutched his arm, breath shaky and short. I pulled him up and kissed him hard, biting his lip until he groaned. He undid his belt and I helped him push off the rest. When he pressed against me, hard and hot and throbbing, I hooked my leg around his waist. “I want to taste you,” I whispered as he moved between my thighs. He planted soft kisses on my pussy before pushing his tongue in. He groaned and held my thighs tighter. His tongue ran up and down my slit and I clenched instinctively as his tongue push

LANAI woke to the smell of bacon and a playlist that sounded suspiciously like southern charm in audio form. Something twangy but smooth. Masculine. Unapologetically confident.I pulled the covers over my head and groaned. Maybe if I ignored it long enough, the man I caught jacking off in the living room yesterday would disappear into a puff of embarrassment.But no. That would be too easy.I climbed out of bed, tugged on a hoodie, and padded barefoot down the hall.And there he was. Again. Shirtless. Again.Rhett stood at the stove like some kind of small-town romance novel fever dream, flipping bacon with one hand and sipping from a mug in the other. His sandy blond hair was messy, tattoos peeking, and a lazy, cocky smile just waiting to happen.He looked over his shoulder. “Morning, sweetheart. Hope you like your bacon extra crispy.”I blinked. “You cook now?”He shrugged. “I felt bad. About, you know. The welcome party.”My face heated instantly. “We are never calling it that.”H

LANAI didn’t sleep.Not because of nightmares or noise.Because I kept replaying the moment his mouth grazed my cheek. A whisper of heat that made my skin ache. He walked away so casually after that, like he hadn’t set my entire nervous system on fire.I hated that I wanted him to come back and do it properly.And now it was morning again.I pulled my hoodie tighter, hair in a pineapple puff, no makeup, no bra, just vibes and lingering frustration. Duchess Meow trailed behind me like a tiny queen who didn’t approve of my emotional spiral. Her tail swished with judgment as I grabbed my phone and padded into the kitchen.Rhett was already there, of course. Shirtless again. Leaning over a skillet like he was posing for a damn calendar. His joggers hung loose on his hips, and his back flexed with every movement. The man made cooking look like foreplay.“You sleep okay?” he asked without looking at me.I ignored him and poured myself water.He finally glanced over, smile cocky. “Silent tr

LANARhett kicked the door shut behind us and didn’t stop moving.Water dripped off both of us, pooling on the floor, but he didn’t care and neither did I. His mouth found mine again before I could catch my breath and my back hit the wall with a thud. My legs were still wrapped around him. My arms were still locked behind his neck.I was soaked. My shirt clung to my chest like a second skin and I could feel every hard inch of him between my thighs.Rhett’s hands slid under my ass, gripped me tighter, and then he moved. He carried me down the hallway without breaking the kiss. My fingers clutched his hair and I moaned into his mouth. He swallowed the sound like a man starved.We crashed into his room.He dropped me on the bed and stood back, chest heaving. His eyes raked over me like I was something he had been dying to touch, and reverence pulsed beneath every breath.I sat up and peeled off my shirt torturously slow. His jaw clenched and his eyes darkened. When I reached behind to un