by Angel Steel
Sweet
Temptation
ANGEL STEEL
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously and are coincidental. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.
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Publisher’s Warning:
Readers with a history of rape or sexual abuse may find elements of this story disturbing.
ISBN- 13: 978-1482765250
ISBN- 10: 148276525x
Sweet Temptation
Copyright © 2013 Angel Steel
Printed in Australia.
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
I would like to thank my husband, Gavin, whose belief in my dreams keeps me going even when I can't remember how important dreams can be. I thank you for your patience, understanding, and trust. I don't know what I'd do without you. Thank you for being you. For all those days I spent huddled over my laptop and I wasn't giving you my undivided attention, there is no way I could have done this without your support. I love you more than words could ever express and can’t thank you enough!
To Velda, without your wisdom, support, and unconditional love, I wouldn't be the person I am today. Thank you for everything that you have done. I love you.
To my editors, Alyssa Minger and KMS Editing, thank you so much for the time and effort you put into editing, and making my work look as perfect as possible. I look forward to a continued professional relationship with both of you for the next book.
To my best mate and first beta reader, Mike, who read the first draft of this story. Thank you for your honesty, suggestions and brainstorming. This book would not exist without your encouragement and friendship. I couldn't have done this without your help. Thanks for putting up with me, and thank you from the bottom of my heart.
To my first beta readers – Christa Cervone, Aimee Pachorek, and Kimberly Knight: Thank you all for what you have done; I couldn’t possibly thank you enough for all the help you gave me.
And last but not least, thank you to Marilyn Medina for everything that you have done with my book – especially on Facebook – and for your help with the first cover design. Love you all.
To my current beta readers: Chaude Weyers, Sam Stettner, Dawn Martens, Kristen Teaff, Tiffeny Moore, Carrie Sutton, Tianna Croy, Kristy Louise, Susana Dorado, Kathryn Crane, Karrie Stewart, Jodie Squelch, Jodie Stripetich. Thank you all so much for reading for me and all the feedback you gave me; I have met some great friends through writing this book. Happy to have you all as friends. Can’t wait for you all to read the next one, love you all.
Now a huge shout at to Terry Galloway Trahan, you are the best girl thank you from the bottom of my heart and then some, for what you have done, love ya heaps girl, can’t wait to work on the next one with you.
If I could class you all as my best friends, I would.
Cover Art by-
Dee Allen
www.deeallencoverart.com
Meredith Blair
www.authorsangels.com
Editing by-
Alyssa- email- [email protected]
KMS editing- email- [email protected]
I got what you’re looking for
And I know exactly what you need
When I think you’re not getting it
It makes my heart bleed.
Come and get it if you want it
You shouldn’t have to fake it
If you let me in
I promise not to break it.
The unlikely Poet.
Deliciously Inappropriate.
Chapter 1
“Where would you like this?”
“In the main bedroom, please,” Skylar answered the removalist guy.
She went outside to remove a couple of boxes from her car. Opening the boot door, she heard a car engine revving and looked up to see where it was coming from. Holy crap that is a big truck, she thought. Smiling, she placed the box down that she was taking in, and leaned against her car. She looked over where the truck was in her neighbour’s garage. She found herself staring at some guy that was leaning over the front end, doing God knows what.
She could only see the bottom half of him. Now that’s worth looking at, she thought with a grin. He wore low riding jeans that hugged big, strong muscular legs and a very sexy ass. Realizing she was staring, she went back to get the box from her car and turned to go back inside.
Once she was at the top of the stairs she looked over again and nearly dropped the box. He had no shirt on, standing beside the truck, wiping sweat from his face and chest. She could only see his back and Jesus, that was the sexiest back she had ever seen. He had muscles bulging in his shoulders and arms. He had to be over six feet tall with his smooth olive skin and short dark hair that you could run your fingers through and grab at the roots. “Great, now I’m going to have fantasies about some random guy I don’t know,” she whispered to herself.
Smiling, she decided to take what she was carrying into her house before she made a fool of herself. Once inside, she started to unpack. Better do it now than later, otherwise it would just be pushed to the side of the room and forgotten. She was glad that she had finally moved away from Bondi to the Sunshine coast. She couldn’t stay there close to Lucas, after what he had done to her, she needed to move, and that’s exactly what she had done, moving closer to Chantal. Happy when it was done, she started to walk out the door to grab another box and ran straight into a brick wall of hard muscle.
Knowing none of the moving guys were built like that, she braced her hands on a chest that looked like it was chiselled out of stone and looked up into the face above it.
“Hi,” he said with a smile, making her knees go weak at the sight. He placed his hands on her shoulders to steady her.
She smiled back weakly. “Hi, do I know you?” she said. She started to back up a little, getting a bit antsy that this guy she didn’t know was standing in her house.
“I’m Nate, your next-door neighbour. I noticed you’re moving in and wondered if you wanted any help with that,” he answered. He seemed to notice that she was backing up a little and could see she was scared, so he backed away, slightly.
“Um…no, I’m all good. The guys from the company have done most of it themselves. Thank you anyway,” she said. She was looking around, waiting for someone to come in with more of her stuff.
“If you need any help with anything just give me a yell, darling.”
“Okay,” she said with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. She waited for him to leave and went into the kitchen for a cold drink to cool her down.
* * *
Nate watched as a truck pulled up next-door and wondered what kind of neighbour he was getting this time.
Hopefully not as bad as the last. Once the guys started pulling stuff out of the truck and taking it into the house, a 4WD pulled up in the driveway and a woman jumped out wearing a pair of jean cut-offs and a white singlet. He watched her as she rounded the car to grab something out of the back, all while pretending to work under the hood of his truck. He observed that her cut-offs and singlet looked painted on and she had curves, real curves, what a woman should have; and hips that he could grab while bending her over the couch to…
God, what is he thinking, already
picturing screwing the neighbour over his couch? Her hair was dark brown and pulled up in a ponytail, really nice tits that were perfect for him, not too big or small, and a really sexy ass that suited those bloody cut-offs she was wearing. They hugged her like a second skin. Realizing his cock was hard as steel from looking at her, he decided he had to meet her. He got out from under the hood, wiped himself down with a rag and made his way over to see if she wanted help with anything…and also to see what she looked like up close.
Walking across the lawn, he asked one of the guys working where the new tenant was and headed up the stairs. He was about to knock on her door when she walked straight into him. Grabbing her by the shoulders to steady her, he looked down and was shocked at what he saw. The bluest eyes he had ever seen looked up at him. She must have been around five feet ten inches in height against his six foot four inch frame. She was gorgeous; freckles covered her face, arms and chest. Just enough cleavage and her breasts were a little bigger than he thought. She felt good in his hands, but he didn’t want to start getting ideas again and have a hard-on in front of her.
“Hi,” he said, flashing his best smile. He picked up that she had been a bit startled and started to back up to give her space. He introduced himself and asked if she wanted any help. She replied that she didn’t need any help and thanked him for offering.
Frowning, he decided to leave her to what she had been doing, and walked back to his place to work on his truck. She was a temptation he didn’t need right now. Although he wanted it, and bad, he couldn’t afford the distraction. He needed to concentrate on his job and nothing more.
* * *
Skylar had no idea why she said no to him. God, he was gorgeous. The front of him looked even better than the back, his black hair was short, with just a hint of a curl in it, his green eyes had her mesmerized and she couldn’t look away. Nate’s chest was hard as rock and felt too good, she thought. A small amount of hair lightly covered his chest and a trail ran from his navel to down below his low riding jeans.
She wondered what it would be like to run her hands all over him and slip them into his jeans. That thought made her blush. She grabbed another glass of cold water to cool her down and forced herself to stop thinking of things to do to him. She must be stupid, thinking that a guy like him would let her do things like that to him. He would be the type that went for those bimbo-looking girls, the body to die for, but no brains. A girl could only dream of what she really wanted in a guy and he, of course, was two-hundred percent alpha male to the core.
Chapter 2
Friday afternoon came and Skylar had finally finished unpacking the kitchen, bathroom, lounge, and her bedroom. Her bedroom was a pain. Her four-poster bed wouldn’t go up right and she was close to calling Nate to help, but then thought better of it. It would likely sound corny and might be seen as her trying to get him into her bedroom. She laughed at the thought and instead decided to call her girlfriend to help, but before she even got a chance to dial her number the phone rang in her hand.
“Hello,” she said.
“Hey, Skylar. I’m heading your way. Be at your place in five.” her girlfriend, Chantal, said.
With a smile she replied, “I’ll see you soon. Wine is chilling in the fridge for you, plus I need your help with my bed, okay?”
“I’ll see you soon.” And she hung up.
Within fifteen minutes, Chantal arrived. “Hey, what’s been happening?”
“I’m fine, it’s been rough the last couple of days with the move and all,” she replied. “So what’s the plan tonight? After we do the bed, we both need to go out. I don’t want to stay here and drink myself silly. I want to actually go out this time and see humans,” Skylar said with a laugh.
“I was thinking we should go down to the esplanade to Joey’s bar, for drinks and maybe a couple games of pool. We haven’t done that in a while.”
“I’m not looking to hook up with anyone, Chantal. Just going for drinks and a game with you, that’s the plan, nothing else,” Skylar answered with concern in her tone.
“Come on, Skylar, I know that asshole really did a number on you, but you’ve got to start trusting men again. Not all men are like him.”
Chantal only knew what she had been told about that night, which still was bad enough, but not all guys were like that at all. She was worried about Skylar, and knew what she went through, but didn’t want to push the point. “It’s all good. We’ll just go for drinks and some pool, that’s it.”
She looked a bit happier with that answer. “Thank you.”
Once that was sorted, the topic shifted to what to wear. Although Skylar had already decided what she was wearing, it wasn’t enough for Chantal at all.
“What you’ve got on is not good enough, Sky. Can’t you wear something that you don’t wear all the time, please? Just to make me happy?” Chantal asked, adding a smile to her remark.
Skylar knew exactly what that smile meant. Chantal wanted to pick out the clothes she would wear tonight. Though she was really not up for that, she agreed in an effort to shut her friend up quick and avoid an argument. “Don’t even think about putting me in anything slutty. We all know you like to dress like a slut, but it is not me,” Skylar said.
Half-jokingly, Chantal rolled her eyes and laughed, “Oh, give me a break. I don’t dress like a slut, I dress sexy.”
“Fine, I’ll let you pick out three outfits, I get the final decision.” Chantal was happy about that so she went to work on finding three outfits for Skylar to pick from.
Once Chantal was done, Skylar glanced at the outfits, noticing right away that they were just a bit tarty. She picked the outfit that covered more skin than what the other two did and chose to pair it with her favourite jeans that opened from the top to the bottom on the side. They were zigzagged with leather laces to keep both sides together, but still showed just enough skin from ankle to hip on both sides. The only thing she could wear under the jeans was either nothing or a thong, so she went with the thong. The white top had three-quarter length sleeves, a small V at the front zigzagged with similar leather laces. At the back was a bigger V starting from the shoulders and ending at the base of the spine with the same leather design as the front. It was designed to wear with no bra underneath, but she wasn’t going commando on top, so she grabbed her black lacy push-up bra for extra cleavage and her outfit was set.
They had something to nibble on, and then jumped in the shower and got dressed. Skylar applied the slightest amount of makeup and grabbed her boots as they were leaving to jump in her Mazda XR6. While doing up her boots, she glanced over at Chantal. Her friend looked really hot tonight in her black lace top, which showed way too much cleavage—those babies were ready to fall out—and the skin-tight leggings she had on did wonders for her figure.
Once they arrived at the bar, they flagged a booth near a pool table that Chantal had booked for the night.
* * *
Nate gave up on working on his truck. He couldn’t stop thinking about his new neighbour…if only he knew her name. Walking inside to grab a beer, his phone rang.
“Hello?”
“Hey bro, what’s up?”
“Hey Dom, was just working on my truck, but had enough. What about you?”
“Going to Joey’s tonight. Need a drink; I’ll pick you up on the way, man.”
“Sounds good to me. Need to get out of the house. See you soon, Dom.”
Nate hung up; hoping going to Joey’s would help take his mind off of things. He still couldn’t stop thinking of her. Thinking a cold shower would help to bring down his libido, he grabbed a towel and walked towards the bathroom.
Turning on the water and jumping under it, he reached for the soap, lathered up his hands and started rubbing his chest and arms, moving down his stomach. The water was soothing, running down his body. Moving his hand over his cock, he hissed under his breath, as his mind wandered to his sexy new neighbour. His erection jumped at the thought of her, those big blue eyes starin
g up at him when he held her at the front door. That full mouth of hers did wonders to him. Wrapping his hand around himself, he gripped it, and started slowly moving up and down.
Groaning at the thought of that mouth of hers on him, he let the water drizzle over his chest and run down over his nipples, sending a shock of pleasure to his balls. He gripped harder, imagining her mouth opening and taking his hardness into her mouth, running her tongue over the head, and sucking it in, slowly moving her mouth up and down. God, he has never been this turned on so quickly over anyone or anything.
He closed his eyes and pictured her mouth moving faster, moving her hand to his balls and rolling them, adding to the sensation. Feeling the head hit the back of her throat; he growled and moved faster with his hand. Breathing hard, his balls tightened, knowing he would come soon as he imagined her hand working on his balls and her mouth over him.
She wrapped her tongue around it as much as she could, moaning while doing it, driving him insane. Letting go of his balls, she ran her hand up to her breast and massaged it, rolling and pinching her nipple for his benefit, then slowly moved her hand down over her stomach, disappearing between her legs. He moaned, and watched her rub herself while sucking him off.
