by Roxy Sloane
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Copyright © 2016 Roxy Sloane
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Also by Roxy Sloane:
THE SEDUCTION SERIES:
The Seduction 1
The Seduction 2
The Seduction 3
The Seduction 4
THE INVITATION SERIES:
The Invitation
The Invitation: Surrender
The Invitation: Release
THE SUBMISSION SERIES:
Sweet Submission
Wild Submission
Total Submission
Perfect Submission
THE EXPOSE SERIES:
The Exposé 1
The Exposé 2
The Exposé 3
The Exposé 4
THE SCENE SERIES:
The Scene 1
The Scene 2
The Scene 3
EXPLICIT: A STAND-ALONE ROMANCE
THE TEMPTATION DUET:
Tempt Me
Tease Me
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Tease Me
By Roxy Sloane
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
The Invitation
1.
A woman’s mouth will tell you anything, but her body never lies.
Maybe you don’t even realize it. You can’t admit it, not even to yourself. But I see it. I see everything.
I know how bad you need me.
There: do you feel it? Your pupils are dilating now. You get that hot itch under your skin. Your nipples press stiff against your bra. And that sweet pussy of yours gets slicker. Wetter. Aching to be filled with every inch of my massive cock.
Deny it all you want, but there’s no escaping the truth. Our bodies aren’t built to lie. They want food, air, shelter—and to fuck. It’s in our DNA. Inescapable. And no matter how much you twist your brain up in knots trying to talk yourself out of it, life is a whole lot easier when you give it up and admit the truth.
We’re nothing but animals.
And animals fuck on all fours, right there in the dirt.
Yeah, now you’re getting it. You’re already picturing what that would be like. Hard and raw. Not like the limp-dick guys you’ve been with, all jackrabbit panting like they couldn’t find your G-spot with the goddamn Hubble telescope on full blast.
I’m talking about a real man. Me.
No bullshit feelings. No complications, no strings attached. Just sex: the kind of nasty, filthy screwing that leaves you sore and blushing the next morning, because you can’t believe all the dirty things you did.
And you won’t believe how hard you came, either.
That’s my specialty, and you better believe I know how to do it right. Hundreds of women, thousands of orgasms. They come screaming my name every time, but I don’t bother coming back for more. Why bother, when there’s a fresh pussy on every corner?
I don’t get caught up in any drama, and I sure as hell don’t get attached.
Until her.
Chloe Archer.
She started as a job, but now she’s more than that—and it’s driving me fucking crazy. I should be better than this shit, but somehow, I can’t get her out of my head.
Her body is a fucking masterpiece.
Her pussy is so sweet it could make a grown man cry.
And now that I know how it feels to claim her, I don’t want anyone but her. On her knees. Spread wide on my bed. Up against the wall and screaming my name. I’m not fussy. I’ll take it all, a hundred times over, and still crave one more taste.
There’s just one problem: this time, I’m the one who’s lied. And the minute she finds out what I’ve been hiding, it’s game over.
I guess what they say is true. Karma can be a real bitch sometimes.
But karma’s got nothing on me. I’m not giving Chloe up without a fight, and you better believe, I play dirty.
That girl doesn’t stand a chance. My body doesn’t lie either, and I’m going to show her just what the truth feels like.
Every inch. Every thrust.
All the way to the fucking hilt.
Yeah, Chloe belongs to me now. She just doesn’t know it yet.
2.
CHLOE
What do you do when your life falls apart? I do the only thing I can think of:
I run.
Well, I drive. Sixty miles an hour on the freeway in a rental car, putting as much distance as possible between me and Boston—and all the heartache waiting there for me. Sure, it’s the coward’s way out, just packing up and hitting the road, but I feel like my chest just got split wide open, and I need room to breathe before the pain gets too much to take.
Away from Jase. Away from Max. Away from all the mistakes and betrayal that somehow spiraled out of control. I choke back the sobs and keep my eyes fixed on the road, hoping that somehow I’ll be able to leave it all behind. Just for a little while.
How could I have been so blind?
My phone buzzes on the passanger seat. Amanda, my best friend. I pick up.
“Hey babe, where are you?” she asks. “I’m at the apartment, ready for our big celebration dinner!”
“Damn, I forgot.” I feel like a terrible friend. “I’m sorry, I can’t make it. I . . . have to go out of town.”
“What’s wrong?” Amanda asks right away.
“Nothing! I’m fine!” I try to swallow back my tears, but I’m not fooling anyone.
“Is it Max?” Her voice darkens. “What did that asshole do now? I thought you broke it off with him.”
“I did,” I say. My chest hurts. “But he had a parting gift for me. Just some information I didn’t want to know.”
“Wait, where are you?” I can hear Amanda moving through our apartment. Then she gasps. “Your room looks like a tornado hit.”
“I told you, I’m heading out of town. Just for a couple of days,” I add. “A friend has a cottage by the ocean, she said I can stay there, just to clear my head. I’ll be fine,” I insist, trying to reassure her. “Please, I just need some space.”
“OK . . .” Amanda sounds like she wants to argue. “Take care of yourself. Whatever Max told you, he’s not worth the pain.”
“Thanks,” I sigh, and hang up.
Amanda never liked my ex-fiancé, but I guess I was too blind to see. It was a fairytale to start: Maxwell Mainwaring, the only son of the richest family in town, suddenly sweeping me off my feet. We met by accident on the street one day, and it felt like fate. He proposed barely three months after we met, and I was so blown away, I said yes.
That was my first mistake.
I should have known my Prince Charming was really the devil in disguise.
Or maybe Jase Banner is the devil here. Yes, that sounds more like him. Six foot three of stacked British brawn, with a teasing smile, wicked blue eyes, and a body that can send you to heaven and back. He showed up at my work one day out of nowhere, and relentlessly pursued me until I was so mad with lust, I broke things off with Max and tumbled into bed with Jase.
And up against the wall. And in the storage closet. Anywhere I could get my hands on him. He commanded my body like no other and made me feel a wild, sensual pleasure that left me begging for more.
Until Max revealed he’d hired Jase from the start. Turns out, Jase is a private investigator, and I guess snooping into my life wasn’t enough, he had to seduce me too.
I fell for him, and now it hurts to even think about it.
My phone buzzes again, but this time, it’s Jase’s name on the caller ID. I ignore it and turn the radio up louder instead. I grip the steering wheel tightly and keep driving, even as tears roll down my cheeks.
I barely know the man. It shouldn’t hurt this much. But somehow, Max’s betrayal doesn’t even scratch the surface. It’s Jase that makes my heart ache. He’s the one I trusted, who made me feel like I could finally put the past behind me and move on. Take control of my life—and my desire—without feeling ashamed.
I thought our connection was real. I showed Jase a side of me I’ve never known before.
And all along, it was a lie.
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I drive for hours, until I don’t have any more tears left to cry. My old ballet teacher and mentor, Miss Kay, gave me directions to her vacation cottage, so I turn off the highway and follow a winding road through the country towards the beach. It’s a cool, cloudy day, and there are no tourists left around. Some of the stores are even shuttered for winter already, but I don’t mind. The empty streets suit my mood.
I wind the windows down and breathe in the salty sea air as I follow the road out to a dirt track. For a while I wonder if the rental car will take the potholes, but after bouncing over the uneven ground, I finally pull up outside the house. It’s a small, shingled cottage right by the sand, with a worn wooden porch and a blue front door. I grab my bag from the car and go hunt for the key. Kay said there was a spare hidden in one of the plant pots on the porch, and after checking half a dozen, I finally find it.
I open up and step inside.
It’s dark and smells kind of dusty. She warned me she hadn’t been out in a while. “Rustic,” she called it, but when I flip on the lights and go open a couple of windows, I see it’s exactly what I need. Small, cluttered, cute—and totally private. Nobody knows I’m here. I find a small living room with an old black-and-white TV, and a narrow kitchen with china stacked on open shelves. Upstairs, there are two bedrooms under the eaves. I pick the one overlooking the ocean and open the windows wide to air out the faintly moldy smell.
I’m alone.
The memory of Jase comes to me in a flash. Pinning me to his mattress, cuffing my hands tight. He tormented me with pleasure, licking every inch of my body before he finally spread my legs and showed me exactly why he walks around with that arrogant, cocky attitude.
Some guys are all talk, but Jase is all mouth. And tongue. And hard, relentless cock . . .
It hurts too much to think of everything I’ve left behind, so I jump up. It’s almost dark out, and I don’t want to brave that dirt track again without any light, so I grab my keys and hurry downstairs. If I’m going to hide away here for the next few days, I’m going to need supplies. Food, books, and chocolate.
Lots of chocolate.
*
Two days later, I’ve cried my heart out, vowed never to speak to Jase again, and eaten my weight in candy—twice over. I walk miles along the deserted shoreline every day, trying to figure out how I could have seen this coming, or what I should have done to avoid this hurt. But every time, I come up empty.
Who ever suspects someone is lying and sneaking around on them from the start?
Who expects the man they’re having sex with is only doing it for the money?
I believed everything Jase told me, and look at me now. Scraping myself up off the floor all over again.
You sure know how to pick them.
I shiver, and it’s not from the sea breeze. When I was barely sixteen, I fell for my ballet instructor at school in Chicago. I loved him for years, and when I turned eighteen, Aleksander finally seduced me. He was married, and it was all wrong, but I was so intoxicated and obsessed, I couldn’t even see how damaging the relationship was. He had me dancing after him like a puppet on a string, the center of my whole world, and when it imploded in an unholy mess, I was left a shadow of my former self. Totally destroyed.
And here I am again.
No, I remind myself, hugging my arms tightly around myself as I watch the grey waves. I’m stronger this time. I’m not that same naïve girl anymore. Yes, I trusted the wrong man, but I made a choice to be with Jase. He didn’t groom me, or manipulate my innocence like Aleksander. I went in with eyes wide open.
I wanted him.
And the painful truth is I still do.
I turn and head back to the cottage. It’s good to be outside, and my legs ache from all the miles I’ve been walking—trying to escape the hurt. But when I step through the back gate, I see there’s another car parked beside my rental in the driveway.
Jase’s Mercedes. Smooth and deadly, just like him.
I feel the bitter sting of betrayal again, but I force myself to stay calm. Whatever he wants from me, I’m not giving in. It doesn’t matter if he’s driven miles to come see me—he’s turning right back around.
I fold my arms and circle the house. He’s on the front porch, peering through the window.
“How did you find me?” My voice is sharp and accusing. Jase spins around.
“You couldn’t hide a little closer to the city?” he asks, with that irresistible smirk. He’s wearing a leather jacket that makes him look like some kind of action hero: tall and impossibly muscular. “But hey, I like it. No neighbors to hear you screaming when you come.”
My pulse kicks. I can’t help myself.
I know how that body feels, the weight of it pinning me down.
I know how those biceps can hold me tight, trapping me to his body as he pounds me to heaven and back.
But you know the truth, too.
“You lied to me,” I tell him. “Max told me everything. How he hired you to check up on me. How he paid you a hundred thousand dollars to get me into bed.”
My voice breaks on that last part. I still can’t believe it.
Jase clenches his jaw. “I want to explain.”
“How?” I shoot back. “There’s no explanation that could possibly make this OK!”
“It’s not how he said—”
“Really?” I demand. “I saw the report you wrote for him, all the surveillance and background checks . . . God, Jase, was anything you told me true?”
“I never lied,” Jase insists. He steps forward, reaching for me, but I flinch back.
“Are you kidding me?” I can’t believe it. “You’re a private investigator!”
“And I told you,” Jase says. “I said I was in research and information. I never—”
“No.” I cut him off. “I’m not letting you do this. You can’t twist your words now and act like nothing’s wrong. You misled me. You kept secrets, and went behind my back. It doesn’t matter how you jus
tify it, you know what you did.”
There’s a pause, then Jase hangs his head. “You’re right,” he says quietly. “I’m sorry.”
That’s it?
I stare at him in disbelief. “Sorry doesn’t change anything. You seduced me for money!”
“No.” Jase looks determined. “Max is lying about that.”
“I saw the invoice!” I explode. “The bank transfer to your account.”
“And I returned it all!” Jase argues louder. “Every last cent!”
My heart drops. Even through all of this, I wondered if there was an explanation. If I had this part wrong, somehow.
“So it is true,” I whisper, horrified.
Jase’s eyes widen. “Chloe, no—”
“He offered you money to sleep with me. You did it, and he paid you.” I have to bite back the tears again. I thought I was all cried out as far as Jase Banner was concerned.
I was wrong.
“A hundred thousand dollars,” I repeat bitterly. “I guess I should be flattered, huh? That my price is so damn high. Or maybe it’s the opposite. He had to pay you so much because you wouldn’t have touched me otherwise.” I glare at him, furious. “How did you manage, Jase? Did you lie back and think of England?”
“No.” Jase reaches for me again, and this time, I’m up against the wall with no place to go. He leans his hands deliberately on either side of my head, trapping me in place. “It was all you, baby. There’s no faking a fire like that.”
“I don’t believe you.” My voice comes out a desperate whisper. He’s so close.
Too close.
God, I can feel the heat of his body against me. See the hunger in those sexy blue eyes. My thighs tighten instinctively, and I shiver under my sweater.
Jase sees it, and his lips curl in a victorious smile. “You know what I was thinking when we were together,” he continues, leaning in close. His lips graze my cheek, making me tremble. “I was thinking about your body. Those juicy breasts . . . your sweet, damp cunt.”
