A Little Tempting Novels & Stories

“Make me.” He stepped closer, backing me against the desk. His hands gripped the edge on either side of me, caging me in without touching. Our bodies were so close I could feel the warmth. “You think you can break me?” he murmured, voice dark. “You have no idea who you’re tempting, little girl.”

I shivered in pleasure as her hand made contact, sending a jolt of electricity through me. Darn it! I needed more. I wanted more. But I knew I couldn't have it, not here, not now. "Sir," she said, her voice wavering slightly, "You have something in your pants." I laughed quietly, attempting to pass it off as a joke. "Yeah, it's just a pen I forgot to take out earlier." You have no idea, Melissa. She was obviously as innocent as ever. If only you knew the effect you have on me. I'll keep my desires hidden, locked away in the depths of my mind, until I must have gotten over them.

Guess I was back again, unemployed and searching. Get your shut together Amelia, you got this. But the only thing was that I didn't. "Sit." He commanded and I did, taking one big gulp. I offered him a smile which he didn't return. "Is this your sorry excuse of seduction?" He asked me to raise my eyebrows. "Excuse you?" "It would take more than your little clumsy tricks to make me even want to look in your direction" Who was he kidding? I saw his ogling at my breast, yes this wasn't planned, but for about five minutes his eyes were glued there.

But it’s fucking thrilling. Every moan that slips from her parted lips is the equivalent of being struck by lightning, spurring me on. Each flick of my tongue and fingers teasing her entrance has my vision blurring and the need to come without stimulation strong, like I’m a prepubescent teenager. If it were to happen, I would wear it like a badge of honor, but I’d prefer to hold off until I’m inside of her. “Ace!” Paetyn cries out, her voice bouncing off the walls. “I’m going to—”

The way she moaned my name—once—like a prayer. My pretty little doll thought she was seducing me. She walked in that room like temptation itself—barefoot, pink dress fluttering. She hopped onto that pool table and parted her thighs as an invitation. No panties. No shame. Just dripping, needy hunger, and a half-smirk that said come get me. So I did. And fuck, she was sweet. The kind of sweet that fucks with a man’s head. I feel myself start to harden again, just thinking about it. About her thighs shaking under my grip. About how I could’ve made her come twice if I hadn’t—

It helped that Henry had explained to him that he normally served a dessert every night after the evening meal and since he had arrived on the scene, Flynn had been less satisfied with the butler’s desserts. “I’m sure it’s just a phase,” was the reply. Lucas took a deep breath and decided there was another opportunity to flirt there. What he was about to say was one of the most outright things he could use to flirt with Flynn. There was no going back from it. “If you accepted my feelings, you could eat like this everyday. Imagine it.” He heard Flynn’s light gasp and knew he had caught his attention. Was it enough to tempt Flynn? “...Your cooking isn’t that good,” Flynn replied after a long m

His tongue works its way in my mouth briefly before he pulls away. He breathes heavily, "What were you thinking Taylor?!" He exclaims dramatically and I raise a lost eye at him. "Dresses like this I consider temptation. It's also pure wickedness if you ask me." He mumbles. I wiggle my eyebrow at him. "The temptation is meant for one man."

It's like a continuation of our power dynamic. "You've wanted this cock a long time, haven't you?" His voice rips me out of my daze. "Walking around the house in those little teases of outfits, bending over a little too far so I almost see your pretty pussy. You wanted to tempt me." "Maybe," I whisper. "I liked the way you looked at me. I like thinking about being bad with you." "I know." He tightens his grip on my hips, urging me to move faster.

****** We stumbled into the tent, barely keeping our hands off each other. Impatiently, I unbuttoned her shirt and pushed it off her shoulders. Her breasts became exposed, the beautiful sight seizing the words in my throat. They were full and soft, her nipples already hard and aching to be touched. "Who would've thought," I said in a low voice, "that you'll be this hard for me." She reached for my waist, pulling me against her. "Stop being a bitch and touch me." I smirked. "No. I want to hear you beg."

I’m being tag teamed, my body being used for the sexual gratification of two men and they’re bringing me along with them, coaxing me a little closer to the finish line with every growling roll of Nicholas’s hips, every tease of Clement’s finger pads. “Could’ve taken this slower, but you’ll forgive us, won’t you, sweetheart?” Clement’s voice scrapes along my nipples, caresses my inner thighs…and my mouth automatically sucks him with more enthusiasm. Just for being my Daddy. “Comes a time when a little girl becomes a temptation.” Nicholas bares his teeth against my cheek, the slap of our flesh filling the air. “Can’t have you tempting anyone but us.”