Tempt Me Ka Tucker Novels & Stories

Kissed me deep, letting me taste myself on her tongue. When she pulled back, her lips were shiny, eyes dark with lust. “You did so well,” she whispered, thumb stroking my cheek. “But we’re not finished.” She glanced at the clock on the wall. “Penthouse. Eight o’clock sharp. Don’t make me wait.” She stepped back, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and gave me one last slow smile. “Dismissed.” I left on legs that barely held me. The vibrator was still in my purse. But I didn’t need it anymore. I already belonged to her

"Now, bring it up. Slowly. Don't touch the center yet. Just the edges. I want you to think about the night we met. Think about the way I pulled you against me. Think about how much I wanted to hike that dress up and mark you right there in front of everyone." The heat flares into a white-hot spark. He doesn’t feel like my therapist right now. I’m moving my hips now, a desperate, rhythmic motion I’ve never felt before. "Jaxon," I whimper, my eyes squeezed shut. "I can't... it's too much." "No, it isn't enough," he counters, his voice growling through the phone. "Touch the center now. Press it down. Harder. Don't look away from the feeling. I’m right there with you. I’ve got you."

He groaned. “I’ll even let you order dessert.” “Now we’re negotiating.” I smiled. “Can we meet today?” I asked. “Around seven this evening?” “Seven works.” “I’ll send you the location.” “Good.” “I want to go over everything I have so far. Maybe you’ll notice something I’ve missed.” “I usually do.” His confidence made me laugh. “Don’t let it get to your head.” “Too late.” I shook my head. “Thanks, Damien.”

They’d tease me while they worked and I attempted to take notes. There are times where I feel like I could collapse from the pleasure but manage to play my smile and go about as if nothing was going on. Connor would glance at me every so often and smirk, before any warning the vibrator would pick up its pace and nearly bring me to my knees. I’ve come to the conclusion that he does that on purpose to try and get a reaction from me, making it difficult to keep my composure.

He always seemed so cheerful and warm, and he never hid his excitement. As he pulled out his phone, he looked genuinely happy. There was something mature and dependable about him as he calmly spoke with the person on the other end of the call, making the necessary arrangements. When he lowered his phone, he looked at me. That warm gaze of his... It melted my heart almost instantly. "I managed to get us tickets to the orchestra. We almost missed out on tickets for Edwin Vogh's performance." Tucker slipped an arm around my waist. The small gesture was unmistakably his way of flirting with me—teasing me while showing how serious he was about making me happy.

The figure behind the counter turned to reveal her stunming facial features, temporarily rendering Tucker speechless. "Welcome to Reaper's Edge. How could we be of assistance to you today?" Her beauty was such that Tucker's eyes brightened involuntarily when he saw her. The successor of the god of destruction only regained his bearing when he saw Mane giving him a strange look. Tucker rubbed his nose in embarrassment and turned away. The lady didn't seem to mind this though; it was either that or she was used to Tucker's reaction. She kept smiling whilst waiting for Mane to speak. Seeing that Tucker was too smitten to say a word, Mane decided to speak for himself.

That was the moment when everything made sense to me. That day Tucker hurt me wasn't an accident. He'd wanted to leave an impression. He'd wanted me afraid and little and terrorized. Tucker wasn't a good man, and there was no happy redemption for him. Whatever had prompted him to be interested in being friendly to our daughter again had nothing to do with goodness; she was merely a pawn in his very sick game of chess.

I feel like I'm about to faint. She's wearing a tight red ruffled top with a black pencil skirt, accompanied with black heels. She's still holding on to her clipboard, eyeing us heatedly. "Uh, nothing ma'am, we were just talking about the printer. It's broken." Elizabeth says. "And is that my problem Ms. Fetcher? It seems like you two are just sitting around doing nothing, and that's something I just can't tolerate. I'm going to have to put you guys down and talk to Mr. Malone."

I cracked mine open and immediately choked. One of the dessert names? “The morning after melt” a lava cake drenched in edible glitter and champagne syrup. “Of course you brought me here,” I said, shooting him a look. “I had a feeling I’d match your energy.” “My energy?” I raised a brow. He just smiled. “I’m getting the Heartbreaker Sundae,” I said, flipping the menu with dramatic flair. Alexander chuckled. “Figures. I’ll go with The Saint’s Fall.” “What is that?” I asked, laughing.

He chuckles in return, pretending to be the best husband ever and I wanna puke on his damn face. "I can take you this weekend," Tyler's words offer reassurance, hinting at his plans to spend the weeknights elsewhere. "Yeah, sure," I respond before adding, "You know, Tiffany mentioned seeing you at the Four Seasons late at night." I let out a scoff and a chuckle, causing Tyler to nearly choke on his coffee, coughing roughly in surprise.