Desire Gentleman Novels & Stories

This time he even explained what he meant. "What? Is he asking me if I want to get laid? Is he out of his mind?" I thought. I nodded to say no. But deep down I wanted to do it. A carnal desire which only few could resist. He ordered one of his men. "Untie him."

But I mean, if he was able to get my number, I’m sure he has the resources to find my address. I’m not ashamed to admit I had also googled him, after all he had plagued my mind since that day, it was only right that I did some digging. Anderson Jeremy, CEO of Amery Empire, known to not be affiliated with any woman for more than one night—clear commitment issues— hyper focused and ruthless CEO. All of a sudden, it dawns on me how I spoke to him. I’ve never been one to be rude to people, I probably could have been more civil to him. I just didn’t appreciate how he spoke to me.

I contemplated silently. When did I acquire such audacity in matters of attraction? Where did the timid Cassandra vanish to? What is it about this gentleman that instills in me such confidence and self-assurance? Noah maintained a distance between us, his captivating brown eyes locked onto mine. "Do not toy with me, Cassandra," he uttered with a voice brimming with intensity. "I desire you. I desire you in the way a man yearns for a woman, and I am not referring to something innocent like strolling hand in hand along the beach or sitting together on a bench, silently observing the sunset.

He kicked them clean, never breaking eye contact. “You taste like candy.” I let out a shaky chuckle as my thighs trembled due to the aftermath and my panties were soaked. But my mind was a hurricane of guilt and desire. He leaned over, his mouth close to my ear. “Tomorrow. My penthouse. Be there at eight.” He pulled back, his expression unreadable. “Don't make me come find you.”

Plenty of places I hope on the one hand and on the other, well I an shocked with myself. Desire has over-come me as he now places his strong hand on the base of my spine right above my buttocks. He leans closer into me and I can smell his heavenly citrus aftershave. It's driving my senses insane. I breathe in hoping he isn't watching me that closely. He is. Of course he is. "Don't worry, American Girl. I will be the perfect gentleman." Great. I mean, yes I hope he will be yet part of me wants him to be so bad that I can't walk the next day. Already my mind has hit the gutter a place I've never witnessed it go before. But it has. I visualize myself raking my hands through his hair, pulling hi

“Karma is a bitch. I hope Nathan filled her up and got her pregnant out of wedlock since it was her desire to be filled with his cum. There is a good chance that Mr. Hendricks will take her if she doesn’t want to go stay with Nathan. What am I saying? Nathan might want the two of them.” That was all I said, and then I left the living room. I pulled out my phone and navigated to the Desires of the Night website, where I could rent a man. No way will I be sleeping with a man who is too old for me. As I chose the man I wanted, the app asked me about my size preferences: tall or short, muscular or not. This made me blush as I chose the man I wanted. Regrettably, they did not show me the man’s pi

Finally, a response, albeit one fixated on his name rather than the whereabouts of my brother. "I couldn't care less about your demands for respect. Where on earth is my brother?" I bellowed, my patience pushed to its limits. This man was beyond belief, consumed by his own self-importance. "Do not use profanity, Germ. It is unbecoming of a lady," Jeremy calmly retorted, his voice tinged with superiority. "To hell with your expectations of proper behavior! I shall speak as I please. Release my brother this instant!" I fired back, my patience waning. Yet again, he chose to ignore me, placing a file before me.

Stepping inside the gazebo, my feet sank into the plush white carpet that stretched before me, seemingly endless. There, at the other end of this makeshift aisle, stood Eddie. My breath hitched in my throat. He was breathtaking, even more handsome than usual. A radiant smile split his face, crinkling the corners of his eyes. He wore a classic black tuxedo, his dark hair perfectly styled, the very picture of a fairytale prince.

He couldn't accept my rejection, couldn't comprehend the depth of my disappointment. "Whether right or wrong, I don't care anymore, what matters now is you, us," he said, his voice a low rumble, his words a desperate plea for connection. I stood there, caught between the intensity of his desire and the clarity of my own heart. The night was filled with unspoken words, with the echoes of a love that was both beautiful and dangerous.

I'm giving you the respect you deserve as a woman. I sigh and stand up, packing my pillows to climb back on the bed, but he jumps quickly getting on the bed before. He lays on his side, probing himself on the elbow, he has this satisfied smirk. His eye trailsy body. "Did you dress up to sleep beside me?" "He wishes." I stare at him laying on the bed I laid in my own hotel room. A man can't sleep on the bed while a lady lays on the world. It's not done anywhere, all gentlemen knows the rule expect Desmond isn't a gentleman.