Romans & histoires Tempt Me Series

Like he was memorizing her taste. She melted into it. Hands sliding up to his neck. His arms banded around her waist, lifting her onto the conference table. Papers scattered. Neither cared. His mouth moved to her throat. "Tell me to stop." "Don't." His hand slid under her skirt slowly, deliberate, fingers tracing the edge of her lace panties. She was already wet. Aching. "Damian…" A sharp knock. They froze. Theo's voice through the door. "Brother? Open up. We need to talk about the board agenda."

My breathing had turned erratic, almost desperate, my chest rising and falling right in front of him. His gaze dropped. Slowly. Deliberately. With no expression on his face, he watched me, watched every shaky breath I took. And neither of us moved. No one even tried to move. He didn’t let go. It was as if he had forgotten. Or maybe...... We didn't want to remember. His long fingers shifted slightly against my waist, brushing the bare skin just above my jeans where my crop top failed to cover me. The touch was subtle but it burned.

A pleasurable gasp escaped my throat, as I felt his hot tongue on my already hard nipples. I dug my nails into his hair, arching my back to let him have more access. He sucked them tenderly, his tongue moving quickly across them. I couldn't take it anymore. My body was trembling and my knees shaking. Just when my legs couldn't carry my weight and I was about to collapse, Alex caught me and gently carried to the bed. He lay me down and slowly began to unclad me, ripping my delicate sundress bit by bit. My body betrayed me as every part trembled slightly with his touch.

My body was just moving on its own, rocking steadily, trying to ease the ache between my legs, trying to rub against the firm thickness anchored beneath me. I twisted and circled my hips. I writhed. I let go of his shoulder and grabbed my breast with one hand, brushing across my nipple with my thumb. Everything I did only made the buzz louder, the hum in my veins more intense. I'd forgotten about the glass windows and the people around us. "Tell me what you're doing to me," I begged. "Tell me what you would be doing to me right now."

My voice is sharp and I watch as she wrenches back in shock before nodding. I sighed staring around me. There were many beautiful women here tonight. I could easily get one of them in my bed. But none was that little blonde temptress that seemed to rile me up. The woman comes back with the drink, her hands brushing purposely against my own as she hands it to me. "If you change your mind, my shift ends in ten minutes. We could go to my place, I promise I'll show you a good time." She whispers coyly. I didn't answer her as I took a swig of my drink, loving the way the liquid burned down my throat.

The next part will be available shortly (if it isn't already), so keep an eye out for it. Based on the numbers: tempt wins. So the new title will be To Tempt My Stepbrother. The change will be made over the week. And the cover will remain the same.

No part of this novel may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author. This is the fourth book of the Temptation Series. All the books under this series can be read as standalone books. This series deals with a series of passionate love stories of the Donnelly brothers with spin-offs, all having captivating plotlines to keep you interested till the end. Story Summary Eva Ann Rayner has always loved her best friend’s brother, Alexander who is six years older than her. Soon she realizes the gorgeous, temperamental, overprotective and arrog

Praising and falling deeply with his ruthless temptation. “Run, little kitten.” He said in a low voice. “This is gonna be the last one and I am not allowing you the right to do it again.” He took a step closer to me and just when I thought he was gonna touch my cheek, his hand went to the back of my head and he grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling me closer to him. “Oh, baby… you don't have any idea how much you owe me this time, yes?” “W-What are you saying?” I was breathing deeply, but not because I was nervous. Instead, I was catching air because of the excitement and thrilled that I was feeling while feeling his dark warmth.

"Watch me, Chris." His jaw locked. I could see the muscles in his neck straining as I reached for the front clasp of the red bra. I unhooked it slowly, letting the lace fall away to reveal my breasts. I began to massage them, my thumbs circling my nipples into hard peaks. "Daphne... f-fuck..." Chris groaned, covering his mouth with his hand. It looked physically painful for him to stay still. I ignored his plea, letting out a long, high-pitched moan as I arched my back. I spread my legs wide on the marble island, the red net leggings and matching panties leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination.

She can see that the other party is tall and has a well-defined body without extra pounds because she came in contact with his body, so she can say that the other party isn't old but young, it may tempt people. But her intuition told her that she would definitely fall into something even more terrible if she didn’t leave now. Her hand was tightly held; she felt that there might be a bruise on her hand. “Sir, please leave my hand; I said sorry, I really didn’t do it purposefully; that was unintentional; let go of my hand.” Amelia’s face is still calm, but her movements weren’t slow; she fought with that man equally. She couldn’t see that man’s face, but she is still thinking,