บททั้งหมดของ Temptation's Playground : บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

CHAPTER 1 — THE OTHER WOMANI wasn’t supposed to be home early.The meeting with the client had run long, but I’d managed to slip out before the dinner portion started. My feet ached in my heels as I climbed the stairs to our apartment, the one we’d picked together because of the big windows and the way the light hit the kitchen in the mornings. I was already thinking about kicking off my shoes, pouring a glass of wine, and telling Ryan about the deal I’d almost closed.The key turned in the lock. The door opened quietly.At first, I didn’t understand what I was seeing.The living room lamp was on low. Clothes were scattered across the floor — Ryan’s favorite blue shirt, the one I’d bought him for his birthday, tangled with a red dress I didn’t recognize. A pair of black heels — not mine — lay on their side near the couch.Then I heard it.The moan.Low. Feminine. Coming from our bedroom.My stomach dropped.I should have turned around. I should have left.Instead, I walked down the h

The Bar Tender With The Hot Dick(3)CHAPTER 3 — BACK ROOMThe back room smelled like old wood, spilled beer, and the faint metallic tang of cleaning solution. A single bare bulb hung from the ceiling, casting a warm, yellowish glow over stacked cardboard boxes and metal shelves lined with extra liquor bottles. The space was cramped, intimate in a way that made my skin prickle. There was barely enough room for the two of us, and the air felt thicker the second Jax closed the door behind us.He locked it with a quiet click.I stood near the table, heart hammering so hard I could feel it in my throat. My dress felt too short, the fabric clinging to my thighs where they were already damp. The whiskey was warm in my veins, but the heat between my legs had nothing to do with alcohol. I was still thinking about the way he’d looked at me across the bar — those green eyes steady and dark, like he could see exactly how broken I was and didn’t flinch.Jax turned to face me. He didn’t rush. He ju

CHAPTER 5 — NO TURNING BACKI was still catching my breath when Jax untied my wrists, his fingers gentle as they rubbed the faint red marks left by the rope. My arms ached, but it was a good ache, the kind that reminded me I’d let go completely. My body was slick with sweat, thighs sticky, pussy still pulsing from the last orgasm. I felt raw, exposed, and more alive than I had in months.He pulled me into his arms, chest to chest, his heart hammering against mine. For a moment, we just stood there in the dim back room, breathing together, the scent of sex and old wood heavy in the air.“You okay?” he asked, voice rough but soft. His hand stroked down my back, soothing the places he’d marked.I nodded against his shoulder. “Yeah. Just… a lot.”He kissed my temple. “Good. Because I’m not done with you yet.”My stomach flipped. I was exhausted, but the ache between my legs hadn’t gone away. If anything, it had grown sharper.He turned me around gently, pressing my chest to the pole again

CHAPTER 2 — HOTEL ROOM SPARKThe elevator ride up to his floor was pure torture.Jordan stood on one side, I stood on the other. The air between us crackled like static before a storm. Neither of us spoke. The only sounds were the low hum of the elevator and our heavy breathing. My cock was still hard, straining painfully against my jeans. Every time the car jolted slightly, the friction made me bite back a groan.I kept stealing glances at him. His jaw was tight, hands clenched at his sides. The damp hair at the nape of his neck. The way his suit jacket stretched across his broad shoulders. Fuck, I hated how much I wanted him.The doors dinged open on the fifteenth floor. He stepped out first. I followed, close enough that our arms brushed. He unlocked the door to his room with a keycard, pushed it open, and held it for me.I stepped inside.The moment the door clicked shut behind us, all hell broke loose.Jordan shoved me against the wall, hard. My back hit it with a thud. Before I

ON THE ICE, UNDER HIM (4)CHAPTER 4 — SECRET SEASONThe morning light filtering through the hotel curtains felt too bright, too real. I woke up with Jordan’s arm draped heavily across my waist, his breath warm against the back of my neck. My body ached in the best and worst ways, ass sore from how hard he’d fucked me, muscles tired from the game and the night that followed. Cum had dried on my stomach and chest. His cock was soft now, pressed against my ass, but even that innocent contact made my own dick twitch with interest.I should have left hours ago. Instead, I lay there, staring at the ceiling, heart pounding with a mix of satisfaction and panic.What the fuck had I done?Jordan stirred behind me. His hand slid up my chest, fingers brushing over one nipple. I shivered.“You’re thinking too loud,” he murmured, voice gravelly with sleep. He pressed a lazy kiss to my shoulder. “Regretting it already?”I swallowed. “No.”Liar.He rolled me onto my back, hovering over me. His green