Tease Me (The Temptation Duet Book 2)

by Roxy Sloane

  He slams inside me again, driving his cock deep into my aching pussy as his finger nudges deeper in my ass.

  He pulls back and surges again, fucking me with his finger and cock in a perfect, filthy rhythm. Dear lord. I thought I was close before, but this is beyond. Stretching me tight, a white-hot force rising from deep inside. I groan, thrusting back to meet every stroke, loving the feel of him, so thick inside. The grind of his cock, rubbing deep against me, and the wicked, dirty thrust of his finger, splitting me wide apart.

  “Let go,” he orders, thrusting faster. I look up and see his face in the mirror, eyes wild. “Come for me, JJ.”

  He drives deep inside me, pounding hard. His hands grip my hips so hard I know they’ll leave marks, and fuck, that just thrills me even more. I grind back against his dick, clenching around every last inch. I can see it in his eyes, he’s right here with me, on the edge, ready to hurtle into the abyss, and that knowledge shakes something deep inside me.

  This is him. This is us.

  He pounds into me again and fuck, I can’t hold on anymore. “Ash!” I scream, as my orgasm rips through me. It tears me apart, better than anything I’ve ever felt before.

  Harder. Sweeter.

  Free.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  JUSTINE

  I wake the next morning wrapped up in the covers with a delicious ache between my thighs.

  Damn, that was good.

  I stretch out my muscles, feeling the afterglow from the most epic orgasms of my life. Ash didn’t hold back, not for one second. He drove me to the edge of insanity, and pushed us both off the edge.

  Ash.

  There’s a noise in the hallway, and a moment later, the door opens. “You’re awake,” Ash grins, carrying a tray inside. He’s naked besides his low-slung, unbuttoned jeans, hair wet from the shower and looking sexy as hell.

  “You were out so cold, I thought nothing would wake you.” Ash strolls over and dips a kiss on my forehead. He sets the tray down. “Did anyone ever tell you that you snore?”

  “I do not!” I look at the tray.

  He smirks. “Only a little. And it’s fucking adorable.”

  Heat rises in my cheeks. Holy shit. I’m in bed with Ash, after a night of wild animal fucking, and he’s… flirting with me?

  My heart beats faster. “Don’t you have meetings or something?”

  “I told my secretary to push everything. I’m not going anywhere,” Ash adds with an intense stare.

  I nod. “Good. I’m going to jump in the shower,”

  Ash frowns. “But I made you breakfast.”

  I look at the tray, laid perfectly with coffee and pastries from the bakery down the block. He’s even got a single-stem rose in a glass vase. Totally romantic.

  “I’m all dirty from last night.”

  He grins. “I like you dirty.”

  Ash pulls me closer and licks up my neck. So hot. But instead of relaxing into some filthy morning sex, I feel a weird panic rise in my chest.

  “I’ll be right back.” I pull away and walk to the bathroom before he can say a word.

  Fuck.

  I look at my reflection in the mirror: messy hair, flushed skin. I look like I’ve been fucked for hours—by someone who knows exactly what they’re doing. So why am I hiding out in here instead of riding Ash’s demanding cock until I’m screaming all over again?

  Because it matters this time.

  I turn on the shower and step under the hot jets. It was one thing to surrender to Ash last night, caught up in his filthy words and dominant commands, but now it’s the morning and I feel fucking exposed.

  I’ve never dealt with this morning-after stuff, because I’ve never cared enough to stick around. My emotions are all over the place, and I don’t even know where to start.

  There’s a tap at the door. “JJ? Come on out. I’ve got a present for you.”

  I take a deep breath and step out of the shower. I wrap a towel around me, and exit into the bedroom.

  Ash is lounging in bed. He gives me a lazy smile. “ You don’t need that towel, darling. Come back to bed.”

  I start to walk over, then hesitate.

  He frowns. “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing.”

  “I know you.” Ash sits up, reaching for me. He pulls me down into his lap. “What’s going on in that head of yours? Are you having second thoughts?” he demands.

  “No.” I shake my head, overwhelmed by the feel of his body against me. His hard chest, the perfect muscles rippling in his biceps. “I just… I need to know. What do you want from me?”

  Ash grins. “I want you to come with me to the Hamptons for the weekend.”

  “That’s not what I mean,” I argue, even though the invitation sounds amazing.

  His smile drops. Ash takes my hand, and lifts it to his lips. “You,” he says, determined. “I want you. This. Us.”

  The knot in my chest unravels. I relax into his arms.

  “But I’m serious about the Hamptons,” he adds, reaching for the edge of my towel. “I have a place there, you’re going to love it.”

  “Is that your present?” I ask, smiling.

  “No.”

  Ash tugs at my towel, and it falls open. His eyes darken, roving over my naked breasts. I shiver, my nipples stiffening under his hungry gaze.

  “Is this my present?” I tease, stroking his cock through his pants. I feel it harden in my hand, and his jaw tightens. I love seeing how much I turn him on.

  “It’s one of them,” Ash grins. He pushes off his pants, and his massive cock springs free, thick and ready.

  Heat floods through me. My mouth waters and I can’t look away. I want him for breakfast.

  He sits on the bed, as casual as can be, cock jutting up from his lap. I shift towards him, wanting to slide my mouth down his hard length until all I can taste is him.

  He moves out of my reach by placing the tray of food between us on the bed, and I groan at the loss. Ash plucks the rose from the vase and smiles. “This is your gift.”

  I smile, reaching to take it, but instead, he strokes the rose down my neck, across my collarbone. The petals whisper across my skin, soft as silk.

  I bite back a moan as he brushes it along each sensitive peak of my nipples.

  Ash trails the rose lower. I sink back into the pillows, feeling it whisper over my bare flesh. Desire pools low in my stomach and I grip the sheet hard. God, Ash is every sexy dream I’ve ever had come to life, and he’s all mine.

  I feel the rose stroke softly between my thighs. I lift my head to find Ash staring at my pussy with a ravenous expression. “I don’t know if I want to eat you alive, or have you suck my cock first,” he growls.

  I smile. “Maybe you don’t have to choose.”

  I sit up and lean over, sucking him slowly, teasingly. I angle my body into a 69 position just as his cell phone rings loudly. “Ignore it,” I tell him, wrapping my lips around his bulbous head. Ash groans as I scoot down the bed, moving my throbbing pussy closer to his touch. I’m so wet, so ready for him…

  It’s the incessant buzz of his phone vibrating again and again against a hard surface that makes us break apart, panting for breath.

  Ash’s pupils are dark, his lips spit-slick and pink from my pussy.

  “Your phone,” I murmur.

  He nods, pulling away from me, and reaches onto the floor to dig his phone out of the pocket of his jeans.

  When he reads the name on the screen, he sighs heavily and rubs a frustrated hand over his face.

  “Everything OK?” I ask.

  “I need to get this. It’s the office,” he replies distractedly as he stands up from the bed and tugs his pants back on.

  I blink, watching in disbelief as he grabs the phone and moves into the hallway to answer.

  What the fuck? Since when does a guy walk away from one of my legendary blowjobs?

  I try not to be pissed. He’s running a multi-million dollar company, I remind myself, reachin
g for one of the pastries on the breakfast tray. I take a bite, sugar hitting my bloodstream, and my annoyance fades. I can hear Ash talking through the door. I can’t make out what he’s saying, but the anger and tension in his voice is clear.

  I’m done with the first pastry and onto my second when he hangs up and comes back into the bedroom. He looks frustrated at first, but once he sees me, the tension leaves his shoulders.

  He kisses me again, slow and deliberate, each movement of his mouth and tongue achingly sweet and tender. It feels like the promise of a future, and I melt into his arms, our breakfast forgotten as we explore one another.

  “Everything OK?” I check.

  “Just work, sweetheart,” he says, tossing the phone down. “But I told them not to call for the rest of the weekend. I’ll be too busy fucking your brains out to pick up.”

  I shiver with anticipation. “No time like the present.”

  I stand up from the bed and watch as his hot gaze rakes across my naked body. I feel the dampness between my thighs, the ache he’s been building inside me all morning. I feel sexy and wanted, and pretty sure I’m about to get laid.

  Ash reaches for his shirt and pulls it on over his head as he walks towards me.

  “Aren’t you forgetting something…?” I gesture at my naked body, frustrated that he hasn’t made any moves to fuck me and put me out of my misery after his teasing foreplay. “Are you really going to leave me like this?”

  “For now, darling. For now, you’ll wait.” He chuckles as he witnesses my frustration. “Believe me, I am going to fuck you. So hard.” He slaps my ass as he walks past me. “But only if you’re good.”

  Oh fuck.

  CHAPTER SIX

  ASH

  I hurry out of the apartment before my phone rings again.

  Before JJ hears something she’s not supposed to.

  I hate lying to her, it’s eating me up inside, but it’s the only way. I can’t bring her into my bullshit. I can’t risk losing her all over again.

  I hail a cab and get in, not wanting to wait around for my driver. The sooner I can get back to the office, the sooner I can get this mess cleared up.

  Then we can be together for real.

  My phone buzzes again, but this time it’s a text from her.

  I might just get started without you. There’s a picture, too. JJ naked in bed.

  Bloody hell.

  Don’t you dare, I type back. You don’t come until I say so.

  There’s a pause, and I can picture her waiting for me. Hot. Wet.

  Mine.

  What do I get for waiting?

  The best fucking orgasm of your life.

  I’m not kidding around. I wanted to fuck her right there, take her in the shower with the water pouring hot around us as I filled her up, claim that sweet cunt as my own until she knows my cock is the only thing she’ll ever need.

  But I know, waiting will only make her hotter. That’s how well I understand her, thanks to all those times we talked about our conquests back in college. She needs a real man, a guy who will hold her down and drive her body to the brink, and not break for a minute. She needs surrender, craves it more than anything in the world.

  And fuck it, I’m going to be the man to give it to her. Hard and slow, pounding and deep. She thinks she wants me now?

  I haven’t even started yet.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  JUSTINE

  Ash goes back to his apartment to change and grab some things, then picks me up for our weekend out of town.

  I step onto the sidewalk and admire the Bentley that pulls up by the curb. “Sweet ride,” I tease. Ash grabs my case and throws it in the trunk.

  “What do you have in here, rocks?” he laughs.

  “Nope. Just a wardrobe full of sexy lingerie,” I answer sweetly, circling around and sliding into the passenger seat.

  Ash climbs behind the wheel, then reaches over and pulls me into a hot, slow kiss. “I look forward to my private show,” he murmurs, softly biting my lower lip.

  In an instant, I’m wet. Fuck, this man can turn me on like nobody else.

  “If you behave,” I pull away, my pulse racing.

  Ash chuckles. “I thought you liked it when I played dirty.”

  He drives away, cutting expertly through the afternoon traffic. Once we’re over the bridge and out of Manhattan, he steps on the gas and shows me what that big engine can do. It’s exhilarating to fly past all the other cars on the highway, the engine purring smoothly. I roll down the window and let the wind tangle my hair. I feel wild and free, high on life and the burning hot man in the seat beside me.

  Ash glances from the road and catches my eye. He gives me a smile, unguarded. It’s like a mirror of the way I feel right now, and I love that we’re back together after all this time. Connected. Off on an adventure.

  Ash makes me happy. Happier than I’ve been in years.

  I drink in his profile, memorizing the chiseled line of his jaw, the sexy shadow of scruff that he didn’t take the time to shave before we left, the way his lips part in concentration and his bright blue eyes study the road as he changes lanes. I feel a buzz of arousal just watching him. I don’t think that there’s anything about him that doesn’t turn me on. He is the complete package.

  Plus, he has a house in the Hamptons. I grin to myself. Speaking of packages…

  My eyes slip down to his lap and the thick bulge that strains against the zipper and the tight denim of his distressed jeans. I fantasize about leaning over right now and taking him in my mouth; finishing the blowjob I started this morning. Only this time, we would have no interruptions, just me deep-throating him until he came in a hot gush down my throat. Fuck, that would be so hot.

  I glance at the speedometer. Or maybe not. Blowing him at 80 miles an hour is probably a really bad idea.

  Ash glances over at me. “What’s that look for?”

  “Just thinking about your cock buried down my throat,” I answer sweetly.

  His knuckles turn white gripping the steering wheel. I grin. Just because I’m not about to get us crashed, doesn’t mean I can’t torment him a little.

  “Keep that up, and I’ll have to give you a spanking,” Ash answers in a low growl.

  My pulse kicks and I give his thigh a hard squeeze. “Promises, promises.”

  We fall silent after that, but my mind is full of hot, filthy scenes. I’m so turned on, I barely notice the rest of the journey until we exit the highway and turn down a country lane. Here, there’s green and woodland all around: rows of impressive houses hiding behind manicured hedges, and the ocean glittering in the distance.

  “It’s gorgeous out here,” I breathe, looking around. I can taste the salt in the air. “Like another world.”

  Ash’s look of tense lust softens. “I knew you’d like it,” he says. “It’s a great hideaway, out of the city.”

  We pull up to a private driveway guarded with a huge set of gates that swing smoothly open as the car approaches. We follow a winding driveway towards the house, bordered by wild roses. Already I’m impressed; I can’t imagine what the house is going to look like. Then we turn a corner, the trees clear, and I see the house beyond.

  Holy. Shit.

  My jaw drops.

  It’s a dream house: low and modern, white boxed construction and sleek glass. I can see the ocean just behind the lush green lawn. Waterfront, prime real estate, with what looks like a private strip of golden sand.

  “Wow,” I breathe, as Ash hits a button. A garage door slides up, revealing a space next to a classic Harley and a gleaming black Mazda sports car. “Where’s the private jet?”

  I’m joking, but Ash smiles. “In for repairs right now.”

  “Are you serious?” I blink, trying to wrap my head around this. I knew he was wealthy, I’ve seen his corporate New York offices and his luxurious town house, but this is something else. Jet-setting, beach house in the Hamptons, mega-rich.

  “Come on, I want to give you the
tour.” Ash takes our luggage into the house.

  Inside, it’s just as stunning: sleek, minimal, and full of gorgeous modern furnishings. The entire back wall of the house is glass, looking out on a pool area and the amazing view of the Atlantic Ocean beyond.

  I stand on the back patio and breathe it all in. “You’ve done so well for yourself,” I tell him, turning as he joins me with two martini glasses in his hands. “I’m proud of you.”

  He passes me a drink, shaking his head.

  “I was born with the right name, that’s all.”

  “No,” I argue. “You used to tell me how your dad was running the family fortune into the ground. You would joke about being broke by the time you inherited anything, and look at you now.”

  He shrugs.

  “Don’t be modest,” I tell him. “I’m interested. Tell me what you’ve been doing to make it to…all of this.” I gesture at the water lapping softly against the white pool tiles, and the loungers arranged under white fabric umbrellas. It looks like a scene from a luxury travel magazine, the kind of perfection I’ve never seen up close.

  Ash shrugs. It’s funny how he can be so arrogant and in-command in the boardroom, but modest when it comes time to talk about himself.

  “After my father died, I took over the estate, which you know,” he explains. “There were properties, businesses, a trust… He’d been making bad investments for years, so I turned things around. Cut loose all the old, inefficient funds and started taking a risk on start-ups, focusing on innovation, and research that could really make a difference.”

  “Looks like it’s paid off,” I say.

  He cracks a grin. “There are perks. Like that garage full of toys.”

  I laugh. “Why not enjoy it? You’ve worked hard enough.”

  “So have you,” he says, sincere. “It’s great to see you’ve made it. And after this VideoMine win, you’ll have other firms lining up to poach you, too.”