Temptation Island 2 Mga Nobela at Kwento

“What more do you have in store for me?” Kai’s lips curved. Without answering, he scooped her up into his arms and carried her toward the private balcony, the cool night air brushing over their heated skin as he stepped out. The large outdoor jacuzzi glowed softly under dim golden lights, red rose petals floating on the warm water. He lowered her into the tub first, then stepped in behind her, pulling her onto his lap, back against his chest. He picked up an ice cube from the side bucket and trailed it slowly over her nipples, making her gasp and arch. Then he moved the ice lower, rubbing it gently over her swollen clit while kissing her neck.

He chuckled. "I'll see what I can find," he replied with a wink before disappearing into the kitchen, leaving me with a front-row seat to the latest episode of "Temptation Island," starring Max and Piper. As an enraged and determined Piper vented her frustration to a tired and shirtless Max, who sat on the couch with an ice-cold beer in hand, the rest of the onlookers witnessed the impending clash between predator and prey. Wow, feeling like Steve Irwin much? Buffy asks me.

"If you need help with anything at all, you can always come to me, okay?" "Oh. Um. Thanks," I muttered, completely caught off guard. "See you around!" Tiffany gave a little wave, spun on her heel, and sauntered off down the hall, her little entourage falling into step behind her. We stood there in silence for five full seconds. "Did that just happen?" Princess whispered, looking like she’d just seen a ghost. Paris turned to me, his jaw practically on the floor. "Did you... did you just get the Queen Bee's official stamp of approval? I think my brain just short-circuited."

I couldn't even close it as I watched Ezekiel kissing me and teasing me to answer his kisses. Although my mind says no and I should push him away from me after what he did before, my body moves on its own— like one that's unable to avoid temptation anymore. His temptation. I groaned loudly in his mouth before I slowly closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around his shoulders. My other hand reached for his head and I pulled a handful of his hair, playing it with my fingers as I answered his deep kisses. I was already running out of air when Ezekiel pulled away from me and looked deep in my eyes with a drunken look. It wasn't long yet since he pulled away when he suddenly wrapped his right hand

The more he paged the more he felt himself fall into the moons temptation, strange. This interest that has been building since that lawful accident of bumping into the strange woman. Every touch since then is able to spark much more desired interest. Goodness this woman is going to slowly drive him out of his damned mind. Shit. Noah. He can not rest until he finds out exactly why this little one woman force thrills the dullest parts of his day. . . . "Noah... I told him, I love him." "Toby. You fool. You did what!"

--- FLASHBACK — WHAT BRIANNA STOLE The drive was silent. Ethan was on the phone again. “…Julian doesn’t move without leverage,” he said. “So we take his timing.” I sat in the backseat, pretending to scroll through my phone. “…the offshore accounts are clean,” Ethan continued. “But the old records from Marseille are not. If those surface, he burns.” My heart pounded. “…keep Vanessa ready,” Ethan added. “If Aria resists, we remind Julian what survival costs.”

I added, kissing her. Yes, she had left us alone for a couple of weeks, but I had a feeling it wasn’t the last of Lauren, but now maybe since we know about her affair, she will stay away for good. “OK, as long as you are OK,” She said. “I am, promise, now, where were we?” I smirked. “We were going to order dessert,” Becca giggled. “Fine, fine!” I chuckled. I stole one last kiss, and we turned to the dessert menu. We decided on two different ones to split between us. I wasn’t going to let Lauren ruin our night for us. I am going to pretend that she isn’t even here.

Remember that, Jasmine sternly told herself as she walked beside the man who had every nerve in her body agitated, her heart thumping, her mind bombarded with tempting fantasies. There is no tomorrow, she recited, meaning it as a sobering caution to be sensible. Yet somehow it had the perverse effect of inciting a sense of wild recklessness—a desire to take what she could of Collins Templeton while she could. To have him. All he'd give her. If only for one night. ______

He’s barely done anything to me. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” My voice was more of a quiver, and I wanted to yell at myself. The man’s demeanor shifted within a split second. His smile dropped and his brow tightened. “Don’t make a fool out of me, Genna. I see the way he looks at you. The way you shake your luscious breasts in front of him. But it’s only me who will get to see all that you have to offer. Who will claim you for myself.”

“I give you Thorne’s Mediterranean fleet access codes. You give me the Marseille corridor, clean. No slaves, no girls, just shipping and I will run it. You control it from above.” Talana eyed her carefully. “What’s in it for you?” “I get legitimacy. No more shadows. You get one less enemy to stab in the dark.” Massimo crossed his arms. “And what happens when you decide legitimacy is boring?” Isla smiled faintly at him. “Then maybe I stab you in the dark.” Talana walked forward, heels soft against marble. She stopped two feet from Isla and handed her a glass of wine. Their eyes met. “You betray me, Van Dorn,” Talana said, “and I won’t shoot you. I’ll feed you to your own men.”