Tempt Me (The Temptation Duet Book 1)

by Roxy Sloane

  I’m close to the edge, and I can’t hold back. One thrust, then two—

  Fuck.

  I lift her head away in time to shoot a load all over those lush tits. My cum spurts over her, pearling her nipples and splashing those pretty lips. And damn, if Chloe doesn’t drink it down with a smile.

  She’s perfect.

  She’s mine.

  And I haven’t even gotten started yet.

  But before I can say a word, Chloe rises to her feet—glorious in nothing but lingerie, a pair of heels and a wicked grin.

  “Enough playing around, Jase,” she tells me. She turns around, giving me a front-row view of that spectacular ass. Then she looks back over her shoulder, teasing. “I’ve followed your rules, but I can’t wait anymore. I need you to fuck me now.

  Fuck me hard.”

  16.

  CHLOE

  I can’t believe the filthy words coming from my mouth—but I mean every one of them.

  I walk away from Jase before he can see how hard my heart is pounding. And how my body is wound tight, so close to the edge just one touch could send me tipping over into ecstasy.

  How does he do this to me?

  I head for his bedroom, taking a deep breath to calm myself. But who am I kidding? I haven’t been calm since the moment he pulled me into his arms downstairs and kissed me like I’ve never been kissed before. Rough and hot and totally demanding. The kind of kiss that could turn your world upside down.

  And that was before he started touching me. God, his hands on my skin—caressing so softly.

  And hard, too.

  I shiver just remembering how he spanked me. I’ve never felt anything like it, the forbidden thrill of pain mingled with pleasure, setting my body on fire. It made me want to surrender completely, so when he snapped his fingers like that and ordered me to suck his cock . . .

  I went willingly. Eagerly. And it was glorious. Everything he promised—and more.

  Jase Banner may talk a big game, but he definitely has the goods to back it up.

  I reach the bedroom and look around. Last time I was here, I couldn’t wait to get away from his dangerously sexy grin, but now, I’d happily spend the next year spread-eagled on that massive bed at Jase’s mercy.

  “So, perfect little Chloe Archer has a filthy mouth.” Jase’s voice comes behind me. I turn.

  “I’m not perfect.” I look away from the force of his sexy stare. “Not even close.”

  “You are to me.” Jase’s voice is rough, but his words hit me hard.

  I look up. The intensity in his gaze makes my toes curl. He’s looking at me like I’m the center of the whole world—and it’s not just lust on his face.

  There’s something more there, too.

  I breathe in. Something in me relaxes. This connection between us is real. I don’t understand it yet, but from the start, something’s drawn us together.

  I can trust him—even if this feels anything but safe.

  Jase moves towards me, and then his hands are on me again: sliding around my waist and pulling me close. His lips dip to graze my neck, and I shiver at the sensation. I’ve barely touched him yet, and now, I can’t stop. I reach for him, stroking over the broad, muscular planes of his shoulders and running my hands over the tight bulge of his abs.

  God, this guy is ripped.

  My hands rove lower, squeezing his ass. Jase makes a growling sound and pulls back far enough for me to see the hot hunger in his eyes. “Fuck, you drive me crazy,” he swears.

  “Good,” I smile. “Because you’ve been driving me crazy for weeks now.”

  He laughs. “Darlin’, you haven’t seen nothing yet.”

  Jase reaches behind me and unsnaps my bra. He peels it slowly from my body, fingertips brushing my bare skin until I’m trembling. The cool air hits me like a caress, and then Jase is bending his head and licking over my breasts.

  “Oh . . .” I moan out loud, gripping his shoulders to keep steady. He lavishes me with attention, teasing around my nipples until they’re stiff and aching for more. But Jase keeps me hanging on, grazing back up my neck and biting down lightly on my earlobe.

  His hands skim lower, over my hips. He tugs at my panties, but they’re so damp, they’re clinging between my legs.

  RIP.

  I blink. Just like that, they’re lying in lacy strips on the floor.

  “I liked those,” I protest weakly.

  Jase grins. “I’ll buy you more. But no more white. Because there’ll be nothing innocent left about you after tonight.”

  I shiver, my head spinning with the possibilities. Jase picks me up as if I weigh nothing, and lays me out on the bed.

  “Your body is a fucking miracle,” he says, looking down at me. I flush, naked and totally exposed to him. Slowly, he reaches down and strokes my cheek . . . my lips . . . my neck . . .

  Lower and lower, it feels like he’s out to trace every inch of my body. I arch up, already eager for where this path is going, but damn, he takes his time. Caressing me, teasing me. Every time I think he’s getting close to my aching nipples or hot, wet core, he pulls away, until I’m writhing, moaning with need.

  “Jase,” I beg. “Please.”

  He chuckles. “Patience.”

  He starts at my ankles this time, skimming up over my body. He dips dangerously close to my pussy, but barely blows a breath of hot air over the sensitive nub before crawling higher.

  I reach for him, impatient, but Jase pins my hands down above my head. “I said patience, you minx.” The look on his face is hungry—and smug.

  He’s loving making me wait.

  “But I want you. Now.” I try to free my hands, but his weight presses me into the mattress. I wrap my legs around his waist instead, grinding against him.

  Jase laughs. “And you’ll get me, baby. Don’t you worry about that.” He leans lower, his mouth grazing my skin and making me shudder. “But first, I’m going to make you beg for it.”

  I feel something cold against my wrists, then hear a sharp click.

  What the hell?

  Jase releases me, but I still can’t move my hands. I’m handcuffed to the headboard—my wrists encased in cold steel.

  I tug. They don’t give, not even an inch.

  “Jase?” my voice rises. I’ve never been tied down like this before. I tug again.

  “Relax, sweetheart.” He drops a teasing kiss to my lips, then bites down softly. “I told you, I’m taking what’s mine.”

  The power in his eyes is raw and animal—and so sexy, I forget how to breathe. I’m totally at his mercy now, and God, it thrills me. There’s nothing I can do to stop him as he touches me again—his rough hands exploring me again, stronger this time. His hands cover my breasts, finally squeezing and tweaking at my nipples. I’m so sensitive now, it’s almost too much, but I don’t want him to stop. He lowers his head and takes one into his mouth, sucking the tender peak until I cry out.

  “Your tits taste so sweet.” Jase grins up at me, hungry. “But that’s nothing compared to your luscious cunt.”

  My cheeks burn, but with my hands cuffed, there’s nothing I can do to stop him spreading my thighs wide open and gazing admiringly at my pussy. “Look at you,” he says, lust thick in his voice. “I’m going to feast on you, baby. Every delicious drop.”

  In one wild movement, he lifts my ankles up around his shoulders and buries his face between my thighs.

  Oh my God!

  Jase licks up against me, hard, and then I’m lost in a flurry of incredible sensation as he eats me out: lapping, sucking, swirling his tongue over my clit until I’m mindless.

  “Jase!” I cry out, as the pleasure twists tighter, “Holy shit!”

  I feel him chuckle, vibrating against my clit. It’s almost too good, too much, but he’s gripping my thighs so tightly, I’m pinned in place. Restrained. Overpowered. I couldn’t escape him if I tried, and somehow, that thought just makes it hotter.

  He’ll take what he wants from me and l
eave me begging for more.

  “Jase . . .” I moan again. I part my thighs wider, thrusting against his mouth.

  “That’s right, baby. Open wide.”

  I feel one finger thrust inside me, then fuck, another. Thick fingers, stretching me wider, pulsing in a lazy rhythm as his tongue laps me into a frenzy.

  Never mind his dirty talk, Jase’s mouth is filthy as hell—and I love it.

  Already, my orgasm is building, hot and wild in my veins. I’ve never felt anything this intense and I need it, now. I writhe against his tongue. “Don’t stop,” I gasp. “Please, don’t stop.”

  Jase answers with another lick, this time sliding his fingers out and dipping his tongue into my channel instead. Fuck! I can hear myself moaning, chanting his name over and over, but I don’t care. All I want is his tongue and those fingers and fuck, the exquisite pleasure of that rhythm sending me closer to the edge. Closer, closer . . .

  Suddenly, I feel something slip between my cheeks. Jase’s finger, slick with my juices, roving up to circle and stroke at my puckered asshole.

  I freeze in shock. Nobody’s ever touched me there before! I try to wriggle away, but Jase has me pinned down, still lapping at my clit in a rhythm that makes me weak.

  Oh God, but he shouldn’t—

  That naughty finger nudges me, deeper, and I can’t help but moan.

  Fuck, that feels good.

  “I told you, love.” Jase lifts his head, watching me with a smirk. “There’ll be nothing innocent about you by the time I’m through.”

  He sucks on my clit and nudges deeper, and I swear I almost pass out. How does this feel so good? Dirty and forbidden and so fucking hot. But I can’t hold back, he’s pushing me over the edge, and now I give up fighting. I just submit to the pleasure, thrusting my pussy into his mouth as he laps and sucks and God, sinks his finger deeper and I can’t hold back. My orgasm rips through me, so hard I come screaming his name and begging for more, all at once.

  Just like he promised.

  Damn, I like a man who keeps his word.

  When I come back down to earth, Jase is unlocking the handcuffs. He gently massages my wrists, and I realize I was yanking so hard, there are marks.

  “It’s OK,” I tell him, still floating on cloud nine. “It doesn’t hurt.”

  Jase leans in close, murmuring, “You will in the morning.”

  I shiver with delight. I just had the most epic orgasm of my life, and we haven’t even had sex yet. How much better can one afternoon get?

  Now, with my hands free, there’s nothing holding me back from touching him. I strip his T-shirt over his head, and my mouth waters to see the cut definition of his rock-hard abs, and that V leading down to his bulging jeans.

  “You’re still wearing too many clothes,” I tell him, and he strips off his pants in an instant.

  “Now who’s the obedient one?” I laugh.

  Jase shoots me a look and just like that, I’m beneath him on the mattress, the hard weight of his body pressing me down. Mmmm. I arch up, loving the feel of him so solid against me—and the hot, thick ridge of his cock digging into my stomach.

  I reach for him, closing my hand around his length, and even though I already know how massive he is, it still sends a sweet shudder of anticipation through me to feel every inch of that magnificent tool. Jase growls and nips at my neck, thrusting into my hand.

  “You better be wet and ready for me, love,” he says, his voice ragged. “I’m going to fuck you just the way you want it: hard and deep until you scream the fucking roof down.”

  I moan with impatience, wriggling against him. I just came so hard, but already I’m aching for him. Longing to be filled and stretched the way only he can do.

  Jase reaches for the nightstand and grabs a condom from the drawer. He easily slides it on one-handed, then spreads my legs wide, my ankles up around his neck. I see the raw look in his eyes, and brace myself for a hard invasion, but instead he slowly slides into me, inch by inch, until I think I’m going to die from the sweet friction of his cock.

  “That’s right, darlin’.” Jase withdraws, then slowly surges into me again, so good, my blood ignites. “This is what a real man feels like. This is the cock you’ve been waiting for your whole goddamn life.”

  All I can do is moan for him. Words are beyond me now. Over and over, he thrusts into me, so thick and deep he’s touching me places I never knew existed.

  “I bet your boy Max couldn’t fuck you like this.” Jase picks up the rhythm, fucking me into the mattress as my eyes roll back in my head. “Did he make you scream, sweetheart? Did he do all the filthy things you need to make you come?”

  “No,” I whimper, “there’s no one like you.”

  “You better believe it.”

  Jase pulls out and flips me over onto my stomach. Before my brain can even catch up, he yanks my hips back so I’m positioned on all fours. He lands a stinging slap on my ass, and thrusts into me from behind in one hard, devastating thrust.

  Oh my God!

  I cry out, jolting forwards with the force of his stroke. Jase groans in satisfaction, and thrusts again, deeper this time, God, so deep I’m gasping. He’s stretching me to my limits, but fuck, it feels good. Pleasure and pain, the thrill of total domination. I can’t resist, can’t do anything but sound a muffled cry into the covers as he pistons deep and hard, over and over until I’m screaming.

  “Yes! Yes!”

  Jase fists my hair in his hand, riding me hard. My breasts jolt with every ruthless thrust, and he growls with pleasure, landing another sharp spank on my ass. “Fuck yeah, baby. This is how you want it!”

  I moan. He’s right. This is fucking like I’ve never known: wild, dirty, animal passion. And God, I love every moment of it. Thrusting back against him, clenching around his cock with everything I have.

  Jase curses my name, spanking me harder, and something about the sting of pain and the sweet, thick slide of his cock drives me over the edge. I shatter with a scream, pleasure crashing through me as I collapse face down into the covers. I can hear Jase’s roar as his body shudders into mine, but I couldn’t move a muscle to save my life. I’m wrecked. Boneless.

  Owned.

  17.

  CHLOE

  I wake up in Jase’s bed feeling like I just ran a marathon. A sweaty, incredible, sex marathon that’s left me aching and sore in all the right places.

  I roll over, feeling the imprint of his hands on my body like he’s branded me. God, how many times did I come last night?

  More than I ever have in my life before, that’s for sure.

  I blush to think of all the things we did, but I refuse to be ashamed. I followed my instincts and finally took what I wanted—over and over again.

  And damn, it feels good.

  I can hear Jase down the hallway, so I pull on one of his shirts and pad barefoot out to find him. He’s on his cellphone, but gives me a wink and points to the table. There’s food waiting, another of his famous fry-ups. I take a seat at the table and pour myself some coffee. The eggs are just right, and the bacon is perfectly crisp.

  Half a dozen orgasms and he cooks me breakfast? Yup, I could definitely get used to this.

  Jase finishes up his call and joins me. “Good morning,” he says, lazily dropping a kiss on my forehead. “You slept like the dead.”

  I laugh. “Maybe that’s because someone wore me out last night.”

  He grins. “I did warn you. But I don’t recall any complaints.”

  “No complaints at all.” I smile and sit back, ready to enjoy breakfast, but Jase just grabs a slice of toast from the plate.

  “Sorry, love, but I’ve got to run. Work stuff.”

  “Oh.” My spirits drop. But what was I expecting? Jase isn’t the kind of guy to cuddle the next morning. “Sure, that’s fine. I can go get out of your hair right now.”

  “Easy there.” Jase grins. “You can take your time. Hell, you can go right back to bed if you want. I’ll finish my work
faster if I know you’re naked and waiting for me.”

  I exhale in relief. He’s not kicking me out. “No, it’s OK. I have to go help out Amanda before my big open house. And I have some errands to run.”

  I think of the ring in my bag, still weighing me down even though it’s not on my finger anymore. The sooner I can return it to Max, the sooner I can move on for good.

  “But . . . I’m free later?” My words hang on a question, hoping Jase takes me up on it.

  “I’ll call you tonight then,” Jase says, giving me a wolfish look. “See if we can’t fix that craving of yours.”

  I grin. “Am I really so obvious?”

  He laughs. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. The feeling’s mutual.” He leans in and murmurs, “I’ve still got all kinds of plans for that sweet pussy of yours.”

  My stomach flips over. “Why wait?” I murmur, reaching for him. “I don’t have to go for . . . ooh, another ten whole minutes. And I need to take a shower first . . .”

  My hand moves lower, and Jase groans. “Minx,” he curses, and then sweeps me out of the chair and throws me over his shoulder.

  I squeal in surprise. “Jase! Put me down!”

  “You asked for it,” he laughs, and spanks my bare ass as he carries me through the apartment to his huge, marble bathroom. He sets me down in the massive shower and turns on the water, not pausing a moment before he strips our clothes and pushes me back against the tile.

  Zero to “can’t stand I’m so turned on” in thirty seconds flat. Fuck. “How do you do it?” I ask, as my body presses against him eagerly. “How do you make me feel this way?”

  I catch a glimpse of something tender in Jase’s eyes, then it’s gone—replaced with a dangerously sexy look.

  “What way?” he demands, parting my legs wider. He strokes over me possessively, and even though I’m still tender from last night, I sigh at the pleasure of his touch.

  “Crazy,” I whisper, watching his face. “Out of control.”

  Jase kisses my neck and down to my breasts. “Control is overrated,” he says, pinning my hands up over my head. “I like you better on your knees.”