Obsessive Temptation: A BWWM Romance Limited Edition Collection

by Peyton Banks

  “I understand. I won’t involve her. Bye.”

  “Bye.”

  Con watched Scar leave. If Scar was going up against The Timeless, he was in for a fight. Lina joined them years ago. They helped her hone the skills Con had taught her. They were not an organization one wanted to fuck with.

  Even the leader of the Soldiers didn’t get involved with them. Con hoped Scar could handle whoever it was he was looking for. Con sighed. He needed to worry about his own problems, like how he was going to tell Delilah that Boris was dead.

  She didn’t need to know the truth. She didn’t need to know that her husband had turned his back on his family. He’d tell her that they had proof of Boris’ death and that he was killed by one of his enemies.

  Con rubbed his hand through his hair. How could a man leave his family behind like that? These days, loyalty came with a price tag. Motherfuckers sold their loyalty to the highest bidder.

  Not him. Never him. He’d stand by Delilah and Azariah until the end. Just as he’d stand by Cristal and her family until the end. Con stared down at his watch. Criss was probably asleep. Shy and granny was definitely asleep.

  “Boss,” Yury called from the doorway of the warehouse. “You ready to go home?”

  Con was indeed that. “Yes. I’m ready to go home.”

  To the woman I love.

  Epilogue

  Two months later

  “Con, you can’t just move in here?”

  “I’m tired of living in that big ass house by myself. I miss you guys being there.”

  “That’s sweet, like, really sweet. But you can’t live here forever.”

  “Why the hell not? You lived at my place.”

  “But, this house is too small for all of us.”

  “How? I room with you. I don’t take up much space.”

  “You’re taking up all my closet space. I had to put some of my stuff in granny’s closet.”

  “If you move back into my house, we wouldn’t have this problem.”

  “I see what you’re trying to do. It’s not going to work. You even got my niece complaining about the kitchen size.”

  “Your kitchen is really small.”

  “Your kitchen is too big.”

  “Let’s comprise and find a place with a medium size kitchen.”

  “Ugh,” Criss groaned as she dried off.

  “I’m starting to think you don’t want me here.”

  “That’s not it.”

  “Then what is it?”

  “We work together, we live together. I see you all the time.”

  “You’re the one who insisted on returning to the club.”

  “You’re the one who said you needed help with the books. You sounded all sad and pitiful. I should’ve known you was tricking me. And you pay me too much.”

  “Who complains about something like that?”

  “It’s not right.”

  “You need money to open your store.”

  “But still…”

  “Since you won’t let me write you a check, I found a loop hole. Don’t be mad at me for being a genius.”

  “You suck,” Criss pouted.

  “I’m going to suck, on you tonight.”

  “That’s why you let the kids use your house tonight for a sleep over, just so you could have your way with me.”

  “You know me so well. They have Delilah and granny there to watch over them. Yury is there to take them wherever they need to go. They’re set for the entire weekend. And since you and I are on vacation from the club, we have the whole house to ourselves for tonight. And tomorrow, I’m taking you to Barbados.”

  “I’m so excited. I can’t wait to wear my new bathing suit.”

  “Hey… I didn’t approve of that suit. No one gets to see that ass but me.”

  “It’s decent. I promise.”

  “I don’t believe you. How about you try it on for me.”

  “Again?”

  “One more time.”

  “No. Con.”

  “Please.”

  “Nope.” Criss shook her head.

  Con got up from the bed.

  “Stay over there Con.” Criss clutched the towel to her chest and tossed her wet hair over her shoulder.

  “One more time, please.”

  “No. Con. Stop following me. Con.” With her back against the wall, she stared up at him.

  “Put it on for me.”

  “No.”

  “What can I do to make you change your mind?”

  “Nothing.”

  He gripped the edge of her towel. “You sure?”

  “Con!”

  He snatched the towel away from her.

  “Con!”

  “Let’s make a bet. If I can make you come in three minutes, you’ll try it on.”

  “No… wait. Okay. I’ll bet.”

  “You sure?”

  “Three minutes.” She stared at the clock on her wall. “Time starts…. Now.”

  Con dropped to his knees in front of her. She gripped his shoulders for balance when he placed one of her legs over his shoulder. Her body shivered when he pressed his lips to her clit in a gentle kiss.

  He always kissed it before he devoured it. That shit turned her on. So did the next thing he did. He swiped his tongue over her clit, sending spirals of pleasure rippling over her flesh.

  Criss took a deep breath. She would not come quick. She would hold out. She could do it. She had this. Thirty seconds later, her legs were starting to tremble as Con buried his face between her thighs and licked her like there was no tomorrow.

  He gripped her ass and held her steady as he tongue-fucked her. Unable to help herself, Criss gripped his hair and rotated her hips, rubbing her wetness against his tongue. If pussy licking was a business, Con would be the CEO of the pussy-licking franchise.

  He worked his tongue so well that he deserved a prize. She still couldn’t believe she was dating a male she thought she’d never have. A man who got on her nerves when they first met. Hell, he still got on her nerves sometimes.

  Yet, the more she got to know him, the more she realized he was the perfect man for her. He didn’t try to hide his flaws. He embraced them. And he loved the fact that she wasn’t a size three or even a size thirteen.

  He adored her curves every chance he got. Just as he was adoring them now. His hands trailed over her thighs.

  “You’re so fucking sexy,” he mumbled against her clit. “I’m ready for your sexy ass to come on my tongue.”

  He flicked his tongue over her clit, faster and faster, until Criss was trembling uncontrollably. She closed her eyes and allowed the pleasure to take her away. Her breaths came in gasps as her orgasm approached.

  She could feel it coming, could feel it thundering through her body like dark clouds rolling in seconds before the storm hit. The storm inside her was brewing. Con’s tongue was beckoning it, calling it forth.

  Criss held out for long as she could. Her orgasm struck her like lightning. Her entire body was rocked by the intensity of the strike.

  “Fuck, Con,” Criss called out as her body jerked against his tongue. He continued licking her as she shook. Finally, when she was unable to take anymore, she tried to push his head away. “No more,” she whispered.

  Eyes still closed, she worked on regulating her breathing, trying to return it to normal. She felt Con move away. His large body pressed against hers as he towered over her. He gripped her chin.

  “Open your eyes, love,” his deep voice whispered.

  “I’m not ready.”

  “Open your eyes baby.”

  Criss sighed and did as he asked. Staring up into his handsome face, she smiled. “Happy now?” She asked him.

  He nodded. “Look at the clock.”

  The clock. She came up on her tiptoes to stare at the clock. Her eyes widened. Damn it. She’d came in two minutes. Two minutes! It had felt like she’d lasted much longer.

  “No fair, Con,” Criss protested. “I want a secon
d chance.”

  He licked his lips. “The outcome will be the same.”

  “We’ll see.”

  “Okay. Round two.”

  He scooped her up like it was nothing and carried her over to the bed. He tossed her onto the mattress then joined her on the bed. Criss really did try to hold out. But her body was no match for his tongue.

  She failed round two and round three. Finally, she succumbed and tried the bathing suit on for him. But that only led to round four, with her pressed against the wall as he fucked her from behind.

  Hours later, as they lay in bed, wrapped in each other’s arms, Criss rested her head on Con’s chest and listened to the beat of his heart.

  “Criss?”

  She yawned before responding. “Yes.”

  “You make me happy.”

  A smile spread across her face. “You make me happy too.”

  “I don’t want this feeling to end.”

  “Me neither.”

  “I know you don’t like talking about love and all that forever shit…”

  “It’s not that I don’t like it. I just think it’s too early. I don’t want to rush this. I want us to take our time getting to know each other before we start using words like love and forever.”

  “Alright. I’ll respect your decision. I just want you to know that ring or no ring, I plan to spend forever cherishing you and our family.”

  Criss snuggled up against him. She didn’t say anything, just smiled. Ring or no ring, she wanted to spend forever snuggled up against him.

  “And Criss?”

  “Yes, Con.”

  “Ring or no ring, if a motherfucker ever tries to harm you and our family…”

  “I already know. You’ll kill them for us.”

  “Damn straight.”

  Criss pressed a kiss against his chest. He always said the sweetest shit.

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  The end!

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  Delightfully Ours

  Theresa Hodge

  Delightfully Ours by Theresa Hodge Blurb:

  Sharing has never been more delightful.

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  ~Kassidy ~

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  Two charismatic bosses whose stares drives me to distraction

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  From the moment the interview began I knew I was trapped...

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  Nikolai and Dirk are both successful, powerful men in their own right.

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  Both have well-muscled physiques.

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  Sexy as sin grins... which causes my panties to stay wet.

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  They both desire me.

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  Heck, I desire them too.

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  How can I choose between two of the sexiest bosses a woman’s ever worked for?

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  Please don’t make me.

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  ~Nikolai~

  * * *

  Dirk and I have always had a friendly rivalry. What best friends doesn’t? We are both Co CEO's of N&D Inc.

  * * *

  Complications...

  * * *

  Dirk and I are falling for Kassidy. This is the first time shit like this has happened.

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  I need her to be mine...

  * * *

  My soul demands it.

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  I will have her and stop at nothing until she is where she belongs...

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  ~Dirk~

  * * *

  I know what I want, and our new assistant is it. Her dark beauty, curvaceous body, and sharp tongue make me hard...

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  So damn hard.

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  No one will stand in my way from taking her.

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  Not even my lifelong friend and business partner Nikolai.

  Kassidy belongs to me, and I will sacrifice anything to make sure she choose me. The man whose heart she can own.

  * * *

  Forever.

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  Delightfully Ours is a sensuously sizzling MFM romance with MF and MFM explicit scenes.

  To every reader who supports me time and time again.

  Prologue

  Kassidy

  “Why do you eat cake like that Kassidy? You already know you're a big girl and can stand to lose some weight.”

  I pick up the napkin from the table and brush the cake crumbs off my lips. I glare at my boyfriend, Stanley, who is sitting across from me and looking at me with a sign of impatience in his eyes.

  “Why don't you tell me what you really think?” I say as I brush a stray piece of wavy natural hair from my face.

  “I'm just saying, every time dessert is offered at a restaurant, party, or event, you don't have to accept. I thought you promised me you would lose some weight.”

  “Stanley, I've been on every fad diet known to man,” I explain, thinking that I should order another slice of cake just to wipe that pompous look off his face. It is really depressing listening to my boyfriend complain about me and gloating about how imperfect I am every time we get together. He doesn't know the only thing I had for breakfast this morning was half a grapefruit and a boiled egg without the yoke. I even skipped lunch altogether, but I don't enlighten him of that fact.

  Instead I say, “Stanley, you knew I was between a size twelve and fourteen in plus-size clothing when we met two years ago. If you are so turned off by my weight maybe we shouldn't be talking about a future together after all.”

  “Well, I'm glad you brought that up.” Stanley clears his throat before taking a sip of red wine from his glass. It's like I'm watching everything in slow motion. A feeling of dread comes from out of nowhere and blindsides me.

  “Kassidy, I met someone new. I think we should break up. I tried to see past all of this because you have such a pretty face.” A feeling of anger rushes through me as Stanley waves his hands in the air. “You have potential if you lost some weight.” He is acting like he just finished discussing the weather and it drives me nuts.

  I look down at the plate of breadsticks sitting in the middle of us, contemplating why I had fallen for Stanley in the first place. I glance at the red tablecloth that lay neatly across the table but no answer forms to mind. Words flee my brain and all I want to do is ball my eyes out but I can't allow Stanley to see me cry. I can't give my now ex-boyfriend the satisfaction of winning. I glance at the two carat ring on my finger he just gave me the month before. I feel like my finger is suddenly on fire. I then take a deep breath before beginning to speak.

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  “I guess you want your engagement ring back, huh?”

  “I think that would be best. Don't you? I can resell it to recoup my losses.”

  Hell, Stanley Jones is a cold piece of work. He is blunt about his intentions and doesn't give a damn who he hurts or how he hurts people, especially me, in the process

  “What's her name?” I ask. I am a glutton for punishment.

  “None of that matters now. The ring please,” Stanley demanded as he held his hand out for the ring. His palm was facing upward and his fingers wiggled like a toddler who wants what everyone has instead of their own toys!

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bsp; My lips begin to tremble and my insides start to quiver like the beginning of an earthquake. I twist the ring off my finger and drop it into Stanley's upturned hand. I wonder what I ever found lovable in Stanley besides his dark chocolate skin, low cut fade, dark brown eyes, and thick kissable lips. He was a tall sexy cup of hot chocolate, and in this moment, I hate him.

  “Thanks,” he says as if he is making a money transaction. It makes sense considering he manages loans at the Trans-State Bank. I am a receptionist at the same bank and there is no way in hell I can work with Stanley now! I can't be in the same building as him. I am at risk of coming into contact with him day after day and that just isn’t my cup of tea. My mind is made up! I will put in my two weeks notice of leave with Trans-State bank of Seattle as soon as possible

  “Are you through eating?” he asks giving me a thorough glare of disgust.