All Chapters of TEMPTING ENCOUNTERS : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I inhaled deeply, filling my lungs with as much oxygen as possible just to summon the courage to knock. I wrapped my knuckles against the heavy wood twice, and his grating voice drifted from inside with two clipped words:“Come in.”The door gave a sharp shriek as I pushed it open. Charles was there, multitasking with a clinical efficiency that irritated me; he was munching on breakfast with one hand while navigating his computer with the other.“Charles, the door is locked,” I said, striving for a calm tone. I wondered how he’d react. Would he force me to linger in his study all day? He didn't even spare me a glance.“It’s not,” he replied, his voice carrying that usual, infuriatingly nonchalant quality.“But it is. I wouldn't be standing here if it were open.”He sighed, a sound of pure exhaustion, and continued eating. “The door is open. Now leave my room,” he commanded, a sharp edge of authority cutting through his words. I bristled. What the hell had gotten into him today?I tigh

I slipped the thin strap of my dress off my shoulder, letting the fabric pool around my waist before I tugged it down over my hips. The early morning air brushed against my bare skin, cool enough to make my nipples tighten, but the heat radiating from Charles’s body made me shiver with anticipation. I could feel the weight of his gaze on me, hungry and appreciative, as I stepped out of the leggings and let it fall to the grass beside the bench.“Come on, Roxie,” he whispered, his voice rough with desire. “Sit on me.”I lowered myself onto his lap, feeling the hard length of his cock press against the soft curve of my ass through his trousers. I reached down with trembling fingers, and felt his erection. It stood, thick and veined, glistening with precum that already coated the tip. I wrapped my hand around the base, feeling the pulse throb against my palm, and then guided it to my entrance.The moment his head slipped inside, a gasp escaped my lips. He was so big, stretching me d

The door slammed shut behind him, the lock clicking with a final, heavy snap that echoed like a gunshot in the quiet of my bedroom. The room dimmed to a sultry half‑light, the only illumination coming from the bedside lamp that cast a warm amber glow over the rumpled sheets. I could see the outline of his broad shoulders, the way his shirt strained across his chest, the unmistakable bulge pressing against the front of his jeans. My own heart hammered in my chest, a frantic drumbeat that seemed to sync with the rhythm of his steps as he closed the distance between us.He pressed his body flush against mine, pinning me to the wall with a force that made my breath hitch. His hands roamed, one sliding up to cup the underside of my breast, thumb brushing over the hardened nipple through the thin fabric of my bra, the other sliding down to grip the curve of my hip, fingers digging into the soft flesh as if he wanted to leave a mark. I moaned, low and needy, arching into his touch, feel

“Oh no, where is it? I knew I left it here.” I had been asking myself the same question for the past ten minutes, ever since I rushed back to the office to look for a file.It was 9:30 PM, and I had completely scattered my cubicle desk searching for the folder I had to submit to my boss tomorrow morning. I had just begun working here, and I had already misplaced a vital document. I could practically hear my roommate’s evil laughter in my head, mocking me with her usual post-work routine warning.“Ava, I told you to be careful. Now you're going to get fired in your first month of work.”I let out a frustrated sigh, scratching at my brown locs. Desperate, I began searching table by table through the dim office to check if anyone had mistakenly placed it on their desk.Suddenly, a sharp metallic clatter broke the silence, the distinct sound of falling pens hitting the floor.I froze, gripping my phone tightly as I flashed my light around the shadows. I didn't come back here to star in

My mind kept screaming a flat, echoing, capital-letter NO, even as my treacherous heart urged me forward. A small, involuntary smile pulled at the corners of my lips, giving away far more than I intended.“What makes you think I would delete them, even if I had the most pleasurable night of my life?” I asked, trying to keep my expression neutral. Not smug, not smart, just perfectly, deceptively calm.“Oh.” Ethan let out a low, rough chuckle, his gaze dropping to where his fingers began tracing slow, agonizing circles up my legs. “Judging by the way you looked at me this morning, and the way you’re trembling right now... I can literally smell the wet heat reeking from you.”“Wh—what...” My brain short-circuited as his hand slipped past my knees, his fingertips burning through the thin fabric of my skirt as they worked their way up my thighs. “Hmm... What are you doing, sir?”“I don't need naked pictures of myself circulating the internet. And your little gasp just now...” Suddenly, h