The Thrilling Temptation Of A Boyfriend Novels & Stories

It didn't get her fan base back, it didn't re-unite her with her family, everything was still as it was. She gave Diri a short reply, tossed her phone on the bed and laid her head on her pillow brooding. **** Jeffery's words about getting a physical girlfriend lived rent free in Diri's head. Loneliness was dealing with him, feeding on his mind and making him look weak and vulnerable. Diri had had a handful of romantic encounters, but there was one that still made him somber, that was with Tasha. Now here's a backstory of their sweet yet tragic romance:

Cameroon - “Lord Jesus, deliver this boy from the clutches of temptation,” she intoned, her voice rising in dramatic fervor. “Cleanse his soul and restore his path!” Evans blinked, looking more amused than alarmed, though he wisely said nothing. I rolled my eyes so hard it was a miracle I didn’t sprain something. “Mom, he’s not possessed. He’s just here for the wedding and food." "Food?" she repeated, narrowing her eyes at me. “Is that what they’re calling it these days?”

His shoulders were perfectly aligned that I couldn’t help but think of God designed him himself. I should convince him to go back to his lunch with Juliet, but I didn’t. I had been lonely all my life and having him sit few meters away from me with his back to the wall and his hands on his sides drove me crazy—adventurous even. For once I decided to be selfish and enjoy this moment. “Okay,” was all I could mutter. Indiana and Grace had boyfriends occasionally. I could have learned from them but my stupid brain was foggy. You’re already calling Allen your boyfriend, huh?

They're tempting me right now! But noooo, I must overcome this temptation. His mouth is slightly opened made him look like a cute baby...he must be a chubby kid. Looking at him and admiring him, brought back last night's event and I blushed deeply. I can't believe I've given myself to Clark, he made me scream so much in pleasure last night. He was so good, hitting every corner of my walls last night.. that was the best s£x I've ever had.. thankfully he's my boyfriend now and I'll keeping getting it from him now.

“Ex,” I correct her pointing my finger at her. “He doesn’t dump me in the city and then he’s still my boyfriend. He’s a jerk. Prick. Coward…” Before I could say another word she said, “Scared!” I huffed, “Because that’s a good excuse to dump your girlfriend in the city. Because he’s the only one that’s scared.” I move closer to her. “Like he’s really going to find out if I’m having a baby, because he can piss on the stick, right?”

All three? He had touched her hand again that morning—just a brush of fingers as he handed her a receipt for the books he bought for Aria. But it was fire. Not warmth. Fire. Every time he touched her, it was like being pulled closer to a place she shouldn’t go. Lena knew men like him didn’t fall in love. They took. They devoured. And yet… something in his eyes said he wasn’t devouring her. He was drowning. And maybe… maybe she was drowning too.

his whisper sends a chill down my spine. Despite his unsettling words, I muster the courage to maintain a firm tone, seeking clarity and control in the midst of uncertainty. "Will you let me go, now?" I assert, my body is tense with anticipation and conflicting desires. As he pins my wrist and hovers over me, our gazes lock in a charged moment of intimacy, sending a rush of sensual energy between us. My chest rises and falls with each heavy breath, my body responding to the intensity of the situation. "What if I don't want you to leave yet?" he questions, his voice laced with desire, drawing me further into the seductive dance of temptation. I attempt to assert my reservations, my words falt

“That's by the way, you're punishing Oscar because of me, isn't it? Why would you make him work throughout the night? What did he do to deserve that?” “I see your little boyfriend tattled to you already,” Donovan chuckled, stepping closer to me. “I'm only helping you realize the truth, buttercup. We both know that guy is too boring for you.” “What are you even talking about?” I asked, my throat suddenly drying up as Donovan tilted my chin forward. “You can't deny that the maddening passion we have is too good for you to abandon for a boring relationship with that jerkbag,” He said, a smug smile curving his lips. “Be true to yourself, buttercup.”

“Did you really think I wouldn’t?” He met me at the steps to the sanctuary. His hands were on me instantly—possessive, desperate. One gripped my throat, the other squeezed my ass as he pulled me against him. His mouth claimed mine in a violent kiss, all teeth and tongue and months of repressed hunger exploding. “I tried to pray,” he growled against my lips. “I spent hours on my knees begging God to take this temptation away. Instead, all I could think about was bending you over this altar and fucking you until you scream.”

I lost my balance and landed sideways on his lap, one of his arms anchoring me firmly in place. He was staring at me with an intensity that felt like a physical touch. ‘I’m willing,’ he said, his voice low and rough, stripping away all pretence. ‘God, Hyacinth, you have no idea how willing I am. But I don’t want to be a replacement for a battery-operated device. I want to be your boyfriend. I want the title. I want the whole damn thing.’ Boyfriend. The word landed like a lead weight in my gut, sending a cold wave of something that felt suspiciously like panic through the heat of my anger.