All Chapters of THRUSTS AND TEMPTATIONS [Steamy and Short Eroticas): Chapter 81 - Chapter 89

MAYA’S POV His mouth moved over mine like he’d been holding back for long and had finally given in. His hands found my hips, rough and certain, dragging me closer until there was no space left between us. I could feel how hard he was. I pressed myself against it slowly, and his grip on me tightened. “Careful,” he warned against my mouth. “I don’t want careful, daddy,” I whispered. One of his hands slid up my side, over my ribs, and closed around my breast. He groaned when he felt how hard my nipple was through the thin bikini top. I moaned and bit my lips. “That's what you wanted?” he asked, his voice low and wrecked. “Not even close,” I said. I reached between us and palmed him through his jeans. He swore and his head dropped to my neck, his mouth hot against my skin. I arched into him, my hand moving over his bulge in slow strokes, feeling the way he throbbed under my touch. “You keep this up, Maya…” he said, breathing hard. “I know,” I cut in. “That’s the

I adjusted the strap of my bag and tried not to wobble on my heels as I entered the sleek glass doors of Stonemire Industries. My heart was hammering but not entirely from nerves.The weekend had been…. eventful, and the memory of last night made my stomach twist. New job. Which meant I had to be on my best behavior. “Good morning,” I mumbled to the receptionist, forcing my smile. My hands were clammy and a particular messy thought wouldn’t leave my head.“Morning. Sign this attendance list,” she said. I did and walked to my cubicle but not before stopping for coffee. That was where I saw him. Alexander.He was the man who haunted my thoughts since last night. The one who had been reckless, insistent, and impossibly…. intoxicating. The coffee trembled in my hand. “You…,” I whispered, almost inaudible, but enough to betray me.He tilted his head. “Good morning. Can I help you?”I forced my brain to catch up with my body, which wanted nothing more than to run or leap onto him an

I closed my eyes as his mouth ravaged mine, melting into his taste and scent. His hands slipped around my waist, pulling me in tighter. I moaned as my legs wrapped around his legs and pressed himself against me through my panties.Flashes of our night together made my body shivered in anticipation. Alex, my CEO, was very talented with his hands and my pussy ached just from the memories alone. He broke the kiss and trailed kisses down my neck to my chest, undoing a few of my top buttons so he could kiss my breasts. He paused to stare at my bra for a second before pushing it aside and freeing my nipples. His warm mouth sucked on one while his other hand rolled the other one in circles. I glanced around the empty kitchen, the hum of the fridge and the distant tapping of keyboards making this secret encounter even more thrilling.“Alex….” I moaned. My hand ran through his hair and I bit my lips so my voice wouldn’t leave the room. My hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, urg

The moment the lobby doors closed behind the last straggler, Alex’s grip on my wrist tightened, pulling me toward the sleek black car waiting outside. My legs were shaky, still buzzing from earlier, and I stumbled slightly against him.He caught me with a smirk, his body pressing close. “Patience, Nina. I can’t wait any longer either,” he teased me. I shivered at the tone in his voice, the heat radiating from him, and I barely managed a breathless, “Alex—please…”He opened the car door for me, then slid in beside me, his gaze locking on mine. The second the doors shut, the world outside ceased to exist. He leaned in, mouth claiming mine with feral hunger, hands gripping my hips as if he might crush me through the seat.He pushed back his seat, leaned it back and made me straddle him. I gasped, pressing into him, my fingers tangling in his hair. “I… I can’t… not here—”“Shhh,” he murmured, grinding against me just enough to make me tremble, his voice thick with need. “I’ve waite

The murmurs of the crowd increased. The auctioneer raised his hand. “Decorum, people. If you want this exquisite piece you just have to place a bid.” The lights dimmed, but instead of shielding me, they illuminated the crowd. Rows of plush seats stretched out in front of me and faces came into focus. Men and women in sleek masks leaned forward in anticipation, their gazes heavy on my bare body. My skin prickled, and my stomach knotted tighter with every second. I wanted to look anywhere but at them, yet my eyes kept scanning. Some wore tuxedos, others wore cocktail dresses, but all of them looked powerful. The air felt hot, thick with money and lust, and I could hear the faint buzz of whispers mixed with low chuckles. And then my gaze landed on him. My chest stopped moving for a moment and my knees nearly buckled. Ethan Reyes. The boy I had crushed on in high school. The one I thought I’d never see again, except maybe through the carefully curated updates on hi