Sweet Temptation Cora Reilly Novels & Stories

Of course, Brooklyn doesn't think that's possible, but I won't give up this time. As cheesy as I secretly am, I listened to "fight song" by Rachel Platten on the way here to gain confidence. And now I'm panting and armed with Daria's weakness—Ben & Jerry's strawberry cheesecake. I know she hates my guts for leaving her for three months without a word exchanged, but can she fight her inner cravings?

And that wasn’t happening until… “Oh, god, Gerald, please!” Smiling, Gerald let her go, increasing the speed of his fingers and the stroke of his tongue. Mildred arched upward, her breath a soft keening cry. He sucked, listening as the cry became a scream. An aggressive pleasure filled him at the sound. Lapping at her, reveling in the shivering quakes and the squeezing muscles tugging at his fingers, he basked in it, already craving more.

Perhaps Connor will remember me and realize he still loves me if I go over and greet them. "I used to go to school with them. Perhaps I should go and greet them," I say. "No, honey, you can tell them happy engagement after the proposal. We are not allowed to go near them until he has proposed. Only the server working at their table can go near it. You do not want Bert to be angry with you. He will fire you on the spot," Jennie says. I am furious. This is not what I wanted. I wanted to serve their table, and I wanted to go and say hello to them. However, I cannot afford to lose this job. I have to think of another plan to spoil their engagement. Perhaps I could walk past their table and accid

It seemed so much more ominous than if I knew his actual name. “Well, duh.” Cora snorted. “I might be a little flighty, but even I thought of that.” I scoffed at her. “Okay, Bridesmaids or Sex and the City?” Cora asked, setting down the remote. “Obviously, Bridesmaids,” I said, popping another pretzel in my mouth. “And that is why we are best friends!” She clicked on the movie and sat back in the little nest she constructed on the floor. “Did you need anything?” She asked without looking at me.

Opposable thumbs would at least be nice. I’m jolted out of my haze of arousal when Cora knocks way harder than necessary on the door. When she comes in, I finally get the… privilege?... of meeting her in the flesh. She’s surrounded by the acrid scent of lies– she must be such an accomplished actress in her everyday life that it’s a permanent part of her now. She’s pretty, of course– in a bland, blonde, willowy kind of way. She has the kind of face you’d see a dozen of trying to catch a big break on Broadway or in Hollywood. There’s no character to her face or figure except the stubborn set of her chin and an almost malevolent look of ambition to her eye. Cora isn’t a woman so much as a shark

Hunter said. "I wonder when we started gossiping about pussies and as of my pet, Eleanor, I won't repeat it, she's mine and mine alone" “Who is yours alone?” Cora asked as she stepped into our corner in the VIP room. She reeked of sex; she probably had cum stuck in between her teeth. "just the person I was searching for” she teased, wrapping her hands around my shoulder. “Do you want to get laid?” she whispered in my ears but I was sure Angelo and Hunter heard her.

that person loosened his hands and bent down to hold down where he was kicked. Amelia took the time to escape; she ran so fast that she didn't even look back in fear. She didn’t stop until she was out of the restaurant and walking in the crowded place then only she felt her heart relaxed. In the restaurant corridor, That person came out into the light, he is very handsome, like a person who can make women go on their knees, he is very tall, but with good physic, looking not more than a twenty-five-year-old. “Interesting”

she was neither impressed or asking about it as if she had seen it before. "So my girlfriend is not impressed by money... that's makes me more interested." he thought with a sly smile playing on his lips. He had seen how she could be a sly fox in sheep's clothing and he can't wait to strip all those masks of her. Sabrina starred at the window in deep thought. "She was sure that the man sitting next to her was no ordinary man. If he could breach her security wall and still manage to get all my information he has to be talented. "

Maya’s infectious smile chased away the lingering anger left by Gerald Storm’s phone call. Kiara sat up on the bed, staring at her in anticipation. “I won’t beat around the bush.” Maya laughed, her eyes glinting with mischief. “The first good news is that the scumbag, Mark Harrington, has met his karma so soon. Cora Reid has canceled their engagement, and photos of him making out with different kinds of women have been circulating online since last night.”

Her hands gripped the stone behind her, her legs turning into jelly. “Daddy, please. I didn’t bring him here to touch me. I didn’t bring him here to look at me. I brought him here to finish the slides. That’s all,” she declared with her head held high, but even she didn't know what to believe anymore. Because Cora knew what was coming and her body was buzzing. Needy. Hungry. The untamed rage mingled with lust in Declan's eyes got her engine revving. She said she really didn't want it. Her body said otherwise.