The Thrilling Temptation Of A Boyfriend Novels & Stories

"Why do you have to give us the order? What are you scheming, woman? I saw you earlier checking out my boyfriend." Boyfriend? The blonde forced a laugh. "I'm not checking him out, Ma'am. I'm only looking at the owner of the bucket of beer. I could not find the customer easily." Nathalia narrowed her eyes. "Are you saying I am lying?" The waitress waved her hand frantically. "No, Ma'am. It's not like that." I know my boyfriend is hot, but he is mine alone," she declared with possessiveness. "I don't want to see you hovering over him. Don't even lay your eyes on him. You got that?"

It was an offer of return to the self he was forging. He drove home, his heart warring. Melissa's sorrowful eyes. The pastor's voice rang out to faith. Jake's laughter echoing in the corridor. Sarah's small hand in his. The weight of his wedding band. And all that against the magnetic, frightening, exciting pull of Joe Brian. The intellectual test, the addictive closeness to power, the stunned vulnerability, the silken texture of temptation.

I swung my leg over, wrapped my arms tight around his waist, pressed my thighs against his hips, and we roared out of the village with red dust billowing behind us like smoke. That was how it started. Now he’s mine—officially my boyfriend, dangerously addictive, and completely unapologetic about the things he craves. He loves the edge. The risk of being caught. Public séx isn’t just something he enjoys; it’s fuel. The possibility that someone could glance the wrong way at the right moment sets his blood on fire. And if I’m completely honest, it does the same to me. The thrill sneaks under my skin hours before he even touches me, leaves me restless and already wet by the time he shows up.

I can't tell what Noah is doing to me and why my body is reacting this way. “You don't want to get close to me, Bambi. It is risky. I destroy ....” I crashed my lips with his again,more desperately this time. I couldn't describe the fire, the desire he is igniting within me, maybe I have been pretending to be a good girl or maybe I haven't crossed paths with someone like Noah that would awaken that sinful desire. I want him, I do. My grip tightened around his neck, sucking and taking every inch of him.

“Of getting caught by a professor in this room? Hell yes.” She reached out, looping her fingers into the waistband of my jeans. “Then we better be quick.” God help me I caved. I always did when it came to her. The thrill of it, the madness of not knowing who we were when the world wasn’t watching, was addictive. She turned everything forbidden into temptation. Into necessity. She pulled me down and kissed me hard, her back hitting the cushions as I hovered over her, our mouths colliding in that frantic, dangerous way that only existed between us.

It's hurried, an adrenaline rush, steamy. “Hunter” Mrs Briggs calls, her voice echoing from the sitting room. Our kissing comes to a stop. “Hailey” Neither of us answers. We stay there quietly, our faces in panic, reality crashing back slowly. But instead of doing the right thing, like moving away from him, my body betrays me, and my eyes go down on him slowly, my hands now resting on his hard rock stomach— slapped with abs that dents against my touch. My eyes fall on his thin sinful waist, a waist that can make a lady extremely lustful and question her marriage, and then to his V-line that leads to his… his massive destruction.

Overwhelmed by what’s happening to my body, I can’t hold back loud moans and explode in a powerful orgasm, pulsing around the manhood. But Kays doesn’t rush to finish. As soon as my convulsions of pleasure subside a little, he lifts me off his shaft, and I feel him at my second, narrow opening. "You’re a scoundrel," I sigh sweetly when I feel the slow penetration into a place not quite meant for this. But there’s so much of our slickness that his length slides in without trouble. "And you’re a very brave and obedient little one… whom I love madly," the tempter continues to whisper, kissing my neck.

Clara Evans hated mornings, but this morning she hated them more than usual. She stared at the sleek glass doors of Vale Industries, her hands gripping her bag like a lifeline. This was the moment that could save her struggling marketing firm, or completely ruin it. And waiting for her inside was Adrian Vale. He was everything she wasn’t supposed to want: tall, impeccably dressed, with an air of control that made people follow him or crumble. And yet, there was something magnetic about him, a dangerous charm she refused to acknowledge.

Why do I feel more satisfaction thinking about a man who’s never even kissed me than I do after an entire weekend with my boyfriend? No. Not going there. I force myself to breathe. To be still. To let the guilt ebb. But deep down, I already know. This isn’t just about fantasy anymore. This is about temptation.

I would play the grateful friend for now, until I get what I wanted. The Anderson men were clearly the key. Richard, obviously. He was the prize. The wealthy, powerful husband... Or even better, Alex Anderson. I couldn't deny, despite his age he was still strikingly handsome. I mean why go for the fruit when you could have the entire tree. I looked down at Anna's wrapped ankle. My lips twitched. That fall… I sighed softly. She was just supposed to trip a little. Just a small pain, enough to hurt her.