Tempted: A Bad Boy Next Door Romance

by Willow Winters

  Nat’s eyes flash dangerously at my bold theft, and I hold in a laugh. “I don’t know Liz, isn’t this rather fast to be doing all this?” she asks, watching me gobble down the cookie. “After what happened, I’m kind of worried about you.”

  “Don’t be,” I say. “I know it’s only been two months, but Liam and I… We’ve really gotten to know each other.” It’s hard to put into words what I feel. I feel like he’s my soul mate. Nat would have to find her own to understand.

  Nat doesn’t look totally reassured as she says, “I hope so.”

  Then she asks, “But what’s he going to do while you’re at school?”

  “A lot!” I say excitedly, momentarily forgetting the tray of cookies. I’ve been dying to tell her of Liam’s plans to build up his investments.

  “Well, he’s got enough cash flow to invest in a few companies.” He told me he loved the restaurant, but he didn’t want another. Something about numbers and return on investments. I didn’t quite keep up with what he was saying, but he was excited to tell me about the other companies.

  Nat makes a surprised face when I’m done. “That’s odd.”

  “What?” I ask.

  “With how hot Liam is, I’d thought he’d have shit for brains. This guy sounds smart as hell.”

  “That’s not nice,” I protest. She shrugs.

  “Sorry. But it’s the truth. Guy like him could make millions on his looks alone, instead he chooses to use his brain. I know if I could model and make megabucks, I sure in the hell wouldn’t be breaking my back doing this.” Nat shakes her head sorrowfully.

  I chuckle. “He totally looks like he’d be some vapid model instead of head of his own empire--”

  Nat suddenly motions with her hands as if to warn me to shut up. “Speak of the devil.”

  Strong arms enclose me, and a deep voice murmurs in my ear, “Speaking of what devil?”

  My heart does several backflips. “Liam!”

  I turn in his arms to be greeted with a deep, smoldering kiss that has me wanting to strip naked and fuck right then and there in the back of Nat’s bakery. In front of Nat.

  We’re both so lost in the kiss that it takes Nat to break us out of it.

  “Get a room! Jesus!”

  I pull away from Liam, my face burning. “Sorry!”

  Nat is unconvinced. “I’m sure.”

  Liam chuckles, totally unashamed by our hot and heavy display of affection and wipes his lips. I’m sure I taste like sugar cookies, but Liam probably likes it. “Hey Nat.”

  Nat does a little wave. “Hey Liam. How’s it hanging?”

  Liam grins and I know he’s thinking something dirty. “Alright. How’s the bakery going?”

  “Absolutely fantastic,” she says, gesturing to the front of the shop. “Can’t you tell by the line outside?”

  Liam shakes his head. “I snuck in the back.”

  “Figures.” Nat scowls at me. “I wonder who left the door open.”

  I look innocent. “Surely not me.”

  Nat scowls harder, threatening to send me off into gales of laughter.

  Liam stares at Nat’s fresh batch of cookies. “So are these the famous cookies I’ve been hearing so much about around town?”

  “Yes they are,” I’m quick to say. I gesture at the tray. “You should try one.” Heaven knows, I could eat five more.

  “I think he already has,” Nat growls, staring pointedly at the five empty spots on the tray. “Sugar lips.”

  Liam laughs as he realizes why I tasted like a sugar cookie. “Well, if that’s the case, I guess I have to have one. 'Cause Elle here tasted sweeter than usual.” He walks over to the tray and looks at Nat for permission.

  Nat waves him on. “Go ahead, you certainly can’t do any more damage than your girlfriend did.”

  “I resent that,” I say.

  “Bite me.”

  “Don’t tempt me.”

  Liam isn’t paying attention to our bickering. He takes a cookie and pops it in his mouth. His eyes widen a moment later. “Shit. These are really good,” he says.

  Nat beams with pride. I can tell she takes his compliment to heart since he's someone that knows good food. “Thank you.”

  Liam shakes his head, grabbing another cookie. “No. Thank you. Seriously, I could totally see you going on TV and winning one of those baking contests and then ending up with your own reality show.”

  Natalie looks at me with an ‘I told you so” look. “See, Lizzie? What’d I tell you?”

  “Careful, Liam,” I warn. “You give her too many compliments, her head might explode.”

  “Better than my stomach exploding from eating too many cookies,” she retorts. I giggle at her insult.

  “If you’re looking for a business partner, I could certainly help you out in the investment.” I’m surprised by Liam’s offer and judging by the look on Nat’s face, so is she.

  “I’ll…” she starts to say and then purses her lips. “I’ll have to think about it,” she says confidently and then nods with a smile. “But thank you. If I need a partner, I’ll keep you in mind.”

  “Fair enough,” Liam says with a smile. “You ready to go, Elle?” His eyes are hooded with lust as he looks at me, and a shiver of anticipation shoots up my spine.

  “Yes,” I say huskily. “Just let me say bye to Nat and then we can go.”

  He pulls me into a light kiss that makes me weak in the knees. “Don’t keep me waiting long.” He gives Nat a nod goodbye, and she does the same in return as he walks out the back door.

  “I’m gonna miss you,” I say with a pout.

  She gives me a pout back and embraces me in a hug.

  “We’ll be back in a few months.” We already talked about it. I wanna stay close to home, and he wants to be with his family. I have two semesters left and then we’ll be moving back here.

  “Bye Nat.” I give her another embrace and turn to leave but stop to say, “Don’t you ever stop baking.”

  Nat gives me a look. “Are you crazy? I’ll never stop doing that. Who else is going to make your wedding cake?”

  As we drive down the road, the orange glow of the sunset basks us in its radiance. We pass familiar places on the way out of town, and I’m almost overwhelmed by the feelings. I’m going to miss this place. Nat, the bakery, daddy’s house. Everything. Even if it’s only a few semesters. Thinking of the house makes tears prick in my eyes. I don’t wanna leave. Emotions creep up on me out of nowhere. I’ve been doing so good lately.

  Seeming to sense my sadness, Liam looks over at me just as we hit the highway. “It’s going to be okay, Elle.”

  I smile at him and stroke his arm. “Thank you,” I say simply.

  “No, thank you. For sticking by me through all the bullshit I put you through.”

  I stare at him, love filling my heart until I feel like it’s going to burst. He didn’t have to thank me. I’d die for him at this point. I was so terrified of losing him. It was all I could think about. Now I realize there’s no way I’m letting him go. No matter what happens.

  “I love you, Liam,” I breathe, meaning it with all my heart.

  Liam looks over at me, his eyes filled with love. “I love you too, Elle.”

  Epilogue

  Liam - Two Years Later

  I can’t stop looking at his little feet. He spreads his toes and squeals as Elle tries to latch him on again. They’re so tiny. Everything about him is tiny. We took his little footprints and put them with the rest of the valuable things that are priceless to us. My father’s silver pen, her father’s note, and our little man’s footprints. We’ve gotta find the perfect place to put them, but until then they’re in my office, proudly on display within a shadowbox Elle bought just for them.

  I look up at Elle and she looks so tired, but also worried. He’s lost eight percent of his weight and I keep telling her it’s normal. So do the doctors, but she’s scared.

  She takes in a steady breath and repositions our little man. I
watch as he shakes his little head back and forth, and finally the squeals stop and I can faintly hear suckling.

  Elle smiles slightly, and her body sags in relief. She’s doing such a good job. She’s so critical of herself, and she doesn’t even realize what a wonderful mother she is already. Everyone from her work agrees. She’s a counselor at the high school and she loves it there. I love that she has the entire summer off for our little one. Last year it was for our honeymoon. I look down and smile at the platinum band on my ring finger. After our big wedding, we took two months off to unwind. Planning that shit really stressed her out, but it was all worth it though. She was a beautiful bride, and now she's an even more beautiful wife and mother.

  She doesn’t have to work though. Not with all the investments we have. She wants to, and that’s fine with me, as long as she’s happy.

  “He’s perfect,” I say just above a murmur. Her eyes meet mine and they shine with love.

  “He looks like you,” she says as she looks back down at our son, Michael Richard Axton. We named him after both of our fathers. “I think his eyes are going to stay blue, too.”

  He’s not even a week old yet, but he’s so loved.

  I settle back on the new sofa. Elle didn’t want to take any of the furniture from her stepfather’s. It’s all been donated. All except for his leather recliner. That’s still in the house. It’s mostly empty, and we have cleaners coming and a crew to fix it up some. But we aren’t selling it. The house next door is being rented out, and her family home may be rented out too someday. But for now, it’s for storage until Elle says otherwise. She needs time still. We both do. Losing someone you love is never easy. Grief is a journey. I don’t think it ever really ends.

  I take in a deep breath and look around our new place. We’ve still got boxes of things that need to be put away, and bottle nipples and pacifiers to sterilize. Our little man came five weeks early and gave us a scare. So the new place is a mess. Elle didn’t even get a real baby shower.

  Nat’s throwing her a surprise one next week. She said it’s more of a sip and see, whatever the hell that means. Either way, little man has been showered with love and so has Elle.

  I can’t even tell her how I feel. There are no words.

  Little man sighs and pops off Elle’s nipple. I look into her eyes and see a flash of worry until he settles against her breast and nuzzles down to go to sleep.

  She sighs with content and gently pats his back.

  I lean in to kiss her cheek, but she turns her head and takes my lips with hers. I smile against her lips and brush the tip of my nose against hers. My heart swells in my chest.

  I say the only thing I know that’s absolutely true, “I love you, Elle. I love you two so damn much.”

  She reaches her hand out to take mine and squeezes. “I love you too, Liam.”

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  Blurb:

  One look, and panties drop. One night, and they’re ready to marry me.

  Too bad I’m not interested in anything more than a taste.

  Until I’m tempted by Little Miss Goody-Two-Shoes. She’s a good girl, the kind I want to possess, dominate, ruin. No one’s ever told me no, and I’m not about to let it stop me now.

  She keeps pushing me away, even with her curvy body pressed against mine and those soft moans spilling from her lips.

  But I’m persistent. She doesn’t stand a chance. And now that she’s moved in next door, it’s only a matter of time before I'll have her screaming my name.

  She can try to run, but she’s not getting away from the bad boy next door.

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  Bad Girl: Valetti Crime Family (A Bad Boy Mafia Romance)

  By Willow Winters

  This sh*t could get me killed, but I’ll risk it all to make her mine.

  I’m not a good man, but I’ve never claimed to be. I’m the muscle for the Valetti crime family, and I fit the part with my hard, ripped muscles and cocky attitude.

  I’ve never wanted for anything, until I met her. A woman I can never have.

  She’s a cop, and I’m a suspect in her case. Just being seen together would put a target on both our backs.

  She may be a sweet little thing, but she’s a badass at heart with a spitfire attitude. She’s f*cking perfect. I can’t help imagining those lush, sassy lips wrapped around the one part of me that doesn’t give a damn she’s off-limits.

  All I wanted was a taste of her tempting, forbidden curves. One moment of hot, wild passion, and I’m f*cking addicted.

  She’s too good for me, but that’s not gonna stop me from taking her and making her mine.

  Everything and everyone else be damned. I’m taking what’s mine.

  This is a standalone, full-length mafia romance with a filthy-mouthed, possessive bad boy and no cheating. Guaranteed HEA.

  Prologue

  Tonya

  Tommy

  I push the cuffs together and grin when I hear them click, click, click, as they slowly tighten around her wrists. She’s not going anywhere now.

  “Tommy, please,” I plead with him. My pussy clenches as his hot breath tickles my neck, sending shivers down my body and making my nipples harden. I don’t even know why I’m begging him. This is exactly what I wanted. He’s what I need.

  “I told you to stay away,” I whisper into the crook of her neck. My hand travels slowly up her thigh, sending tremors down her body.

  I rock my pussy into his hand as his fingers shove my panties to the side. I shouldn’t want this, but I do. And I fucking love it. He pushes his hand harder against my pussy, letting me take my pleasure from him. Even though my eyes are closed, I know he’s smirking at me for giving in to him.

  “You knew what I’d do to you if you came around, didn’t you?” I ask her, even though I already know the answer.

  “Yes,” I whisper as his fingers gently circle my clit, sending a hot wave of pleasure through my body.

  “You deliberately disobeyed me, didn’t you?” I ask her as I slowly push two thick fingers into her welcoming heat. She arches her back and pulls against her restraints. She’s so fucking wet. So ready for me.

  I bite my bottom lip and muffle my moans of pleasure. He pulls his hand away, leaving me wanting, and my eyes pop open, already missing his touch. My body sags on the bed as I pant, waiting for him.

  I’m the muscle of the familia, and under investigation. This shit isn’t supposed to happen. But I want her. And I always get what I want.

  I’m a cop. I shouldn’t be fucking around with a thug like him. I should know better, but my body is begging for his touch. And I can’t tell him no.

  Just one more time, before I have to say goodbye.

  Just one more time, before it all comes to an end.

  “You’re such a bad girl, aren’t you?” I give her clit a light smack with the back of my hand before climbing off the bed to unzip my jeans, letting them fall to the floor.

  “I’m your bad girl.” My voice is barely above a murmur as he climbs between my legs. It hurts saying the words, because after today, I’ll never see him again. I can’t. But I want to be his bad girl.

  That’s right, she’s mine. All fucking mine. At least right now she is.

  I wish I could just stay here in this moment. I don’t want this to end.

  I slam my dick into her tight pussy all the way to the hilt, and stay deep inside her as her walls clench around me. She screams out and bucks against me, trying to get away, but all she needs is a moment to adjust. She feels so fucking good. Each time is better than the last. I’ll never be able to fuck this broad out of my system.

  My body tingles w
ith an icy sensation as he pounds into me. Every nerve ending feels lit up, ready to spark, threatening to go off and consume me. The bed dips with each thrust and I instinctively pull against the cuffs, needing to touch him. The only sounds are the clinking of metal, our frantic breathing, and his hard thrusts.

  Her heels dig into my ass, wanting more as I rut between her legs. My fingers dig into her hips to keep her still, to make her take it. She asked for this; she begged for this by coming to me again.

  I tilt my hips as he pushes deeper inside of me. A strangled cry escapes my throat as he pushes me to the brink of pain, then leaves me wanting more. He pulls out almost all the way, teasing me, but gives me what I need before I have to beg for it.

  My ears are filled with the sexy sounds of her moaning. She’s so loud that she’s almost drowning out the sounds of my dick slamming into her hot cunt. I fucking love it. It encourages me to fuck her harder. I never want to stop hearing her cries of pleasure.

  He slams into me and groans, the sound lingering in the hot air between us. It’s the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard. My body heats in waves, and the tips of my fingers and toes go numb. I’m so close. I moan and whimper, and stare into his dark eyes as my orgasm hits me with a force that renders my scream silent.

  The sight of her cumming on my dick is my undoing. I press my body against hers and thrust with short, shallow pumps, filling her until our combined cum leaks down and onto the sheets.

  He kisses the crook of my neck, and I turn my head to eagerly take his lips with my own. My heart clenches in pain as I surrender all of my passion into our final kiss. Tears threaten to fall, but I push them away. I know this was our last time, but I don’t want it to be over.