Tempt: Romance Audiobooks Novels & Stories

“You have no fucking idea what you’re playing with. Marcus trusts me with his life with you. This is fucked up. You’re his daughter. I’m supposed to protect you, not… not whatever the hell this is. I’m not the man in those books you’ve been reading.” I licked my lips all slow and slutty, grinding my thigh against that massive hard bulge in his sweatpants, feeling it against me. “Oh I think I do, Daddy. What if I want to tempt you? What if I’ve been spreading my legs every single night in my bed for years now, fingering my tight soaked pussy and rubbing my swollen clit like crazy while moaning your name?

His breath carried a hint of mint and unspoken desire, his tongue pushing past my lips with a hunger that consumed me. I couldn’t help but moan, the sound muffled by his fervent embrace as I gripped his hair, drawing him nearer. “Mm,” I whimpered into the kiss. “You taste like temptation,” he murmured against my mouth. “And I’ve been losing this battle since the day you walked in.” His hands began a restless, frantic path over my body, tracing the curve of my hips and the line of my thighs. “The door…” I gasped, my head spinning. “Ryan, the door is…”

I sent it before I could chicken out. His reply was almost instant. Ezekiel: Fuck, baby… you sound so fucking good. Those pretty little moans are driving me crazy. Keep going. I want to hear more. Heat flooded my body. I curled my fingers upward like he’d told me earlier, rubbing that sensitive spot inside. My hips started rocking against my hand as pleasure built quickly. My breathing grew ragged, turning into soft, desperate moans that I couldn’t hold back. I recorded another voice note — longer this time. Just raw, sensual sounds. My moans were breathy and broken, getting louder as I pumped my fingers faster. The wet, slick sounds of my arousal were clearly audible. I sent it, face burnin

****** We stumbled into the tent, barely keeping our hands off each other. Impatiently, I unbuttoned her shirt and pushed it off her shoulders. Her breasts became exposed, the beautiful sight seizing the words in my throat. They were full and soft, her nipples already hard and aching to be touched. "Who would've thought," I said in a low voice, "that you'll be this hard for me." She reached for my waist, pulling me against her. "Stop being a bitch and touch me." I smirked. "No. I want to hear you beg."

🍆Chapter 1🍆 Liora Kane stepped into Damien Vale’s office and locked eyes with the man who would soon surrender to her. The air between them already carried tension. At four o’clock sharp she closed the door and approached his desk, her heels clicking softly against the marble floor. “Mr. Vale,” she said, voice low and assured, “you advertised for an assistant who will stroke you under conference tables and deny your orgasms while you close million-dollar deals. I am that woman. Shall we begin?”

WINTER: “I never said that!” I exclaimed. “I heard it, pumpkin. You're so cute when you're embarrassed.” My nose flared. “I'm not trying to be cute!” I whispered in a harsh voice. “I know. You're not acting to be one. It's effortless,” he retorted in a dreamy voice. “Can I keep you forever, pumpkin?” “You're getting drunk.” “Drunk of happiness because of you. I wish we were always like this. I don't know talking to you is fun. It seemed like we were on a courting stage where we got to know each other.”

“I don't chase women I want, they go after me, they plead for my body and soul. I know your type and I will get you” Teyana smirked , she seductively replied him in a whisper, the voice he wanted to hear in the other room. “ Am sorry Cee, you won’t get me. Neither will I crave for your body and soul like them, rather you’ll yearn to get not just between my legs but to officially be my man”

His fingers slid in — two, knuckle-deep without warning. Her body arched, mouth falling open. “You’ll read, or you’ll count,” he murmured. “Either way, your voice will fill this room.” Lena’s fingers gripped the book’s edges, knuckles whitening. She tried to read. “T-the… the protagonist’s—oh fuck—” Draven’s fingers curled, found that spot, and pressed. Unforgiving. Unrelenting. “Start over,” he ordered.

“So don't pretend now.” My pulse thundered in my ears, heat flooding my face and lower, making my core ache. I opened my mouth to protest, but nothing came out only a soft, involuntary whimper before I could step back, Elowen closed the distance, her hand cupping my cheek as she leaned in. Her lips crashed against mine, warm and insistent, tasting of salt and desire. Her tongue slipped past my teeth, exploring with a boldness that left me reeling.

For the rest of our lives. I've never felt so lucky. And I can't wait to see what other new adventures we'll face in this life we're writing together, one laugh at a time. . . . . . THE END . . . . . Ember Casey is a USA Today Bestselling author who writes books about wicked billionaires, Hollywood bad boys, and playboy princes. The other stories in the Fontaines of Hollywood series include The Sweet Taste of Sin (Dante's story), The Lies Between the Lines (Luca's story), The Mystery of You (Rafe's story), and The Secret to Seduction (prequel). Find more of her work at EmberCasey.com