Game On: Tempting Twenty-eight Novels & Stories

"We have so much to show you." Sarah looked at the door, her heart hammering against her ribs. The forbidden game had just become a reality.

But the moment my tongue meets the spoon, I realize just how suggestive and inappropriate that was. My face burns with embarrassment as I look up. To my surprise, Mr. Kim is staring at me, eyes wide and frozen like someone zapped him with a jolt of electricity. The silence stretches on until a young guy clears his throat----- "I'm home, Dad!" To be continued

“Before you sign this contract, I need you to know the condition.” “What's that?” “Don't ever think of falling for me.” “You don't have to worry about that. I've made enough mistakes with love as a person.” Emily answered, with a vicious energy that I thought was sexy. “Good then, we're clear, right?” Emily nodded, her dark hair bobbing curling on her head. "I'm sure.” I pulled out the terms of agreement from a file on my desk and handed it to her. "Alright, so it's a two-year commitment, renewable by mutual agreement."

Sweet. But underneath? Nothing. Not a single piece of fabric between her and temptation. Colton spotted her the second she walked through the gate. He was standing by the grill, beer in hand, surrounded by men in polos talking about golf. His eyes raked her body in a split second. His jaw clenched. That subtle twitch in his fingers—the same ones that had been inside her two nights ago. She smirked. Let him sweat. Dana came over and wrapped her in a hug. “You look adorable! Colton said he wasn’t sure you’d come.”

The pretending. Jeremy was nursing a beer beside me, eyes scanning the crowd, and I was just… tapping my fingers against the bar table. Fast. Restless. That itch in my bones again. The one I hadn’t shaken off in six fucking months. My knee was bouncing, heel drumming the ground like I was trying to break it. I’d had one drink. Then two. Then three. Then more than I could count. Some idiot from the team—some second-liner who thought a goal meant a goddamn Nobel Prize—started running his mouth behind me.

Unfortunately that last line immediately reminded me of what Lizzie had said this morning, and my face nearly turned red again. To distract myself, I grabbed a strawberry. "So, two days to the end of the show. What are the remaining games?" He looked up at me and furrowed his brows. “I'm not going to tell you that, Miss Taylor.” He replied. “What? Why not?” T. B. C!

she said sensually. She was sure he would say no. She knew he didn't like indoor sex. Her lover is a proper gentleman, so she knew he would disagree. In any case, she was only teasing him, so Danica was taken aback when Joshua quickly bit her ear and kissed her earlobe. "If that's what my queen wants, I'd gladly do it in a heartbeat," he said quietly, and the next thing she knew, she was already sitting on the hood of the car, her shirt up, showing her jiggling breasts. And Danica couldn't help but yank Joshua's hair out as he nuzzled one of her breasts while playing with the other with his palm. When Danica felt his tongue tickling her sensitive nipple, she sucked her breath and glanced up.

The president waved at all of them and people were swooning and fainting. The man turned his long jacket turning with him and making his way into the building. The door closed with a loud BANG. “Is that it?” she asked. “Well they won’t show us the meeting if that is what you’re asking” Kieran replied. “Then what do we do now?” Danny asked. “We can try out that new game they made just for today” Clara said. “What is it about?” Danny asked. “A game skilled Tempans made just for the summit. You get transported into the game and fight against any leader of your choice”.

I was so fucking close to her that one moment from any of us and we would end up touching each other. But neither of us dared to move. Because we know once we do, once we touch, it is a game over. I touch her once, I am never going back from it. It is a game, I know I would loose. Taking a deep breath in her crook of neck, I opened my mouth and asked, "So, tell me, gattino, will you stay?" I queried. I needed to know what she would say. I needed to hear that she would stay. I needed to hear that she stayed because I wanted her to.

I am seriously regretting this game I started. There is nothing I can do tonight, so I slowly rise from the hard floor and dust myself off. I eat a light dinner and make a cup of hot tea. Next, I head upstairs to take a long bath. I begin filling the clawtooth tub with warm water and add in some of my favorite rose bath oils before lighting candles around the room. This is my sanctuary and exactly what I need right now. I lean my head back and breathe in the rose and amber from the candles as Frank Sinatra’s smooth melodic voice fills the room. I was just about to drift off to sleep when suddenly I felt a shift in the atmosphere. Power, raw angry power was headed my way. I see no point in ge