Obsessive Temptation: A BWWM Romance Limited Edition Collection

by Peyton Banks

  She groaned in disappointment as he pulled his fingers from her pussy. He turned off the butterfly teasing her clit.

  “No, don’t stop.” Tiara’s body was on fire. She needed Jordan’s cock in her. Nothing less would satisfy her.

  “I told you. If you want this cock, then you know what you need to do.” Jordan’s lips skimmed across the skin of her nape. That tantalizing touch was as electrifying as his fingers in her pussy.

  “Fine.” Anything to get the roaring fire in her quenched. “It’s your pussy, Jordan. You own it.”

  No sooner than the words left her mouth, then Jordan shoved his cock deep into her pussy. She moaned in delight at the fullness inside of her. All coherent thought left her mind as he set a brutal rhythm. His cock rocking in and out of her pussy. She lost all thoughts as everything focused on the spot where her body connected with Jordan’s. The pleasure increased with each stroke of his cock in and out of her pussy.

  Liquid heat escaped from her body drenching Jordan.

  “That’s it. Let me fuck my pussy.” Jordan grunted. “Take my cock.”

  One stroke.

  Two strokes.

  Tiara exploded. A cry of pleasure escaped her echoed by a shout from Jordan.

  Her pussy spasmed around his cock as it rocketed into her one final time.

  Tiara collapsed against the restroom counter. She didn’t care when the door of the bathroom opened. “Tiara are you…oops.” She heard the sound of Alyvia’s voice. She couldn’t find the energy to move or acknowledge anything beyond the fact that she just got her brains fucked out in a public bathroom.

  “Don’t worry, she is alright.” Alyvia spoke to someone as she closed the door behind her, “she is just going to need a few minutes to pull herself together. Though how she is going to do that with Jordan’s dick lodged in her I don’t know.”

  A snicker escaped Tiara. She never thought that she would ever have sex in a public place. Even more, she never thought that when she got caught, she would be so pleasured that she didn’t even care. Maybe it was the languorous feeling that Jordan evoked in her body from his loving that made every other problem in the world not worth worrying about. She just didn’t care.

  “How is my pussy?”

  “Fantastic.” She sighed.

  “Good. That is what I like to hear.” Jordan pulled his cock from her. Tiara leaned against the counter. She gave a slight jump as the coolness of a wet cloth slid between her legs cleaning her up. She never remembered a lover taking care of her in such an intimate fashion before. She shivered. This was more intimate than fucking Jordan.

  She clasped the hand Jordan offered her as they made their way back to the ballroom. She didn’t feel a bit of embarrassment when the other ladies looked at her when she returned to the table. She gave them a slight smirk, picked up her glass and took a sip of her wine. This was the best formal function she had ever attended.

  9

  Tiara skipped into work. Another Monday morning after another fabulous weekend. She was in a fantastic mood that nothing was going to ruin it, not even the sour-face of Mr. Davidson as he waited at her desk. She had quickly gotten used to spending her weekends with Jordan. The past few months had sped by. She had grown to anticipate the weekend for more than being free from work. The weekend meant time spent with Jordan exploring each other. Their relationship had developed into more than just a simple one-night stand.

  She didn’t try to label what existed between them. It kept her from worrying about the future. Living in the moment was a lot more fun. Nothing to worry about. Until the time arrived that she needed to make a decision about the nature of her relationship with Jordan she wasn’t going to let imagined concerns interfere with her time spent with him.

  Besides spending time with Jordan distracted her from needing to make a decision about her crappy job. The deadline she set for herself about her career at Barnaby’s had come and gone. When things ended with Jordan, she would just pack up and move on with her life. Maybe even move to a different city, but for now, she was content with her life. Jordan had a way of making things bearable.

  “Good morning Mr. Davidson,” The old sourpuss wasn’t going to ruin her day.

  “Miss Lawson. I am glad you made it into work on time.” He spoke with a pointed look at the clock as if Tiara was late every day of the week instead of early, such as now. She also looked at the clock which showed it was five minutes before her shift officially started.

  “Is there something that I can help you with Mr. Davidson?” She gave him a sickeningly sweet smile. She had received a weekend of fucking from her hunk of a man, and nothing was going to ruin it for her.

  “There is a company meeting in five minutes. I’m going to need you and your co-workers in there as soon as possible.” Tiara suspicion grew at the smirk on Davidson’s face. He was trying to hide it, but she knew he was up to something. He never smiled when it came to the women that worked underneath him unless one of them was getting fire. Then he was full of shits and giggles. What a prick.

  “Anything you say, Mr. Davidson,” she gave him a sickly-sweet smile. She can fake things just as well as he could. Besides, she had another great weekend, and she wasn’t going to give him the power to ruin it.

  She ignored Barb’s giggles as she finished putting away her purse and lunch bag. It didn’t take long to gather the rest of her pod and head off to the small auditorium that was used for this type of company-wide meetings. The place was packed. It must be a really important announcement that had the whole company here. She waved to a couple of her friends from different departments, looking around in curiosity.

  There were several groups of people milling around on the stage. She recognized some of the people setting up the sound system. They were part of the IT team that kept the old equipment up and running since Peter Barnaby, old man, Barnaby’s son, wasn’t willing to pay for new computers.

  Speak of the devil, Tiara noticed Peter standing on the stage talking to a group of people she wasn’t familiar with.

  “Well this looks like it has the making of another boring meeting,” Barb whispered from next to her. They found an empty spot along one of the side walls to lean up against since it appeared all of the seats were taken.

  Tiara was about to agree with her when Peter Barnaby stepped to the side and revealed the person he was talking to. Tiara froze on the spot, her mouth dropped open, and her panty grew damp in an automatic response to being in his presence. Just the sight of him got her motor running. This proved that she was addicted to him. She shouldn’t be getting hot at the sight of her lover standing on the stage at her place of business. If anything, she should be mortified at her response. Maybe a little horrified? Anything but turned on.

  Why was he here? Finally, her brain started working at least until her eyes locked with his across the room. Was it getting hot in here? She started fanning herself as her body heated up from that smoldering gaze.

  Damn, he was sexy. She always did love the way his suits molded to his body. She was happy to see that she wasn’t the only one affected. Even across the distance that separated them, she watched his eyes travel the length of her body and the sexual interest that sparked in his beautiful brown eyes. They gleamed brightly with lust as they took in her curves, his gaze doing a slow leisurely sweep of her body. He might as well had been touching her the way that his gaze caressed her. She shivered in response to his whiskey brown eyes devouring her.

  Her gaze narrowed as a tall, thin brunette placed her hand on his arm and whispered in his ear. She watched as Jordan dipped his head slightly towards her, listening to whatever she had to say as his eyes stayed locked with Tiara’s.

  She broke his gaze to take in the woman that had such a possessive hold on her man. She was beautiful. Tiara was confident enough in her looks that she had no problem acknowledging another beautiful woman, especially one with such creamy white skin. It was lovely, but it was no match to the bronze lush outer layer that recently
was the object of Jordan’s tongue.

  Tiara’s eyes slowly blinked closed at memories of being worshipped by Jordan’s mouth. The slow leisurely way that he licked his way from her feet up her body. How he paused to taste every inch of her smooth skin. Licking her like she was his favorite dish of ice cream. Enjoying the silky feeling of her skin with his tongue. Uncontrolled shudders racked her body as she responded to the memory. Her eyes opened to lock on Jordan’s face and the way his lips quirked up at the edge in acknowledgment of her passion. Her body grew warm.

  All of the air must have been removed from the room. That was the only explanation for the lightheadedness that overcame her. She reached out to brace herself against the wall. He always had an effect on her.

  “Tiara, are you okay,” she heard Barb’s concerned voice next to her, but nothing could break her gaze from Jordan.

  “Yeah,” she whispered, “I’m just a little dizzy. I skipped breakfast this morning.”

  “Oh, okay,” Barb accepted her excuse though she continued to watch her with a worried eye.

  The excuse she gave Barb was a lame one, but she couldn’t very well tell her that the guy that she had been fucking, the one that had her smiling every Monday morning for months, was standing on stage being pawed by a beautiful brunette who acted like she had some sort of claim on him.

  Damn. She had no right to feel the jealousy that was consuming her. The relationship between her and Jordan was strictly a hands-off type of thing. They weren’t girlfriend-boyfriend. They were fuck buddies. Nothing more. Nothing less. She needed to get her feelings under control. She needed to ignore the feelings of hurt that was hammering at her heart. They had made no commitment to each other. Jordan wasn’t hers, she silently told that persistent organ that beats faster for him.

  As a matter of fact, she needed to reactivate her profile on the Proximity App. She wasn’t exclusive to Jordan, and it wouldn’t do her any good to act like she was. She needed to put herself out there and welcome another lover into her life. She pulled out her phone to do exactly that. She ignored the man on stage. He had his life that didn’t include her, and she had hers that didn’t include him. For a short amount of time, they were in each other’s lives, but it was time for them to move on.

  She ignored the production happening on the stage and pulled out her phone. She would check out the app, again. Jordan wasn’t the only hot guy on there. But he sure was the only guy to get her motor running with just a simple look. She heaved a sigh.

  “Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention please,” Peter Barnaby spoke into the microphone.

  Tiara looked up from her cell to find Jordan still staring at her. She tilted her head to the side staring back at him. He did that slow sensual blink that she found super sexy. She fought the automatic shiver, her reaction to his gaze.

  “Thank you for being here this morning,” Peter continued. “For so many years Barnaby has been the heart and soul of my father. It was his baby and when he passed away the life went out of Barnaby. I have struggled to keep up the great reputation of the company that existed from day one.” He paused as the audience broke out in cheering and clapping. After a few minutes, the noise died down, and he continued.

  “Unfortunately, I do not have the same skill set that my father possessed, and under my leadership, Barnaby has slowly been sinking into bankruptcy.” Tiara lowered her phone; her attention focused on what Peter Barnaby was saying.

  Questions started to shove through her brain. Is Barnaby closing? Was she about to lose her job?

  Fuck she was about to lose her lover and her job all at the same time. Karma you are a bitch.

  “In order for the Barnaby’s name to continue on, I have sold the company to Lehmann Corporation and their family of companies. I would like to introduce you to the new owner Christopher J. Lehmann and his staff.” Peter took a step back and swept his arm out to encompass all of the people standing on the stage.

  What the hell? Tiara’s jaw dropped open at Peter’s announcement. The guy she had been intimate with for the past few months was now the new owner of the company she worked for. What fresh hell was this? She watched the beautiful brunette walk up to Peter and take the microphone from him.

  “My name is Pamela Conway, and I am the head of Employees’ Relations.” Damn not only was this woman beautiful, but she was obviously intelligent to be the head of a department in Lehmann Corp. This was a blow to Tiara’s self-esteem that comparing looks never would have been. To have it proven that some stranger could move up the corporate ladder while she was stagnant. While she was still in a lowly customer service position that she been in from when she first started with Barnaby. It was a great entry level position, but most people who had been at a company as long as she has with her credentials would have made some sort of upward movement. Tiara’s career growth was a big fat zero.

  “A member of my team or I will be meeting with each, and every one of you to discuss your future here with Barnaby and to discover if you will continue here or if you would be better suited for one of the Lehmann Corp other holdings.” A few others spoke before the crowd of stunned employees were dismissed. Jordan never said a word. He just continued to stand there and stare at her.

  She shuffled back to her cubicle with the rest of her pod. The air was buzzing with conversation as everyone discussed the changes to the company.

  “Tiara, can you believe what has happened?” Barb’s excited voice broke through the haze that had formed around her since the announcement.

  “Yea…its exciting,” she mumbled not really paying attention. She sat at her computer desk. Her mind going in a thousand different directions at a thousand miles an hour. She mechanically picked up her headset as she woke up her computer. She needed to at least continue her high customer service rating. That way they couldn’t get rid of her because of poor job performance.

  It was time that Lehmann Corp found out why Tiara was one of the best employees at Barnaby’s Call Center.

  10

  Tiara dragged herself into her apartment. She had never been so glad to be home at the end of a Monday than she had been today. She dropped her purse by the door and made a beeline directly to the kitchen. She reached in the fridge and pulled out the bottle of rose wine she had chilling there. She popped the cork and poured herself a large glass, drinking it down in a single breath before pouring herself another glass.

  She turned on her cell while leaning against her kitchen counter drinking the second glass of wine. She turned it off after leaving the auditorium. Between the news buzzing around the company about the new owner and her own feelings towards the new owner, she wouldn’t have been able to get a single piece of work done if she had left her cell on. As it was the Proximity App had been burning a hole through her phone all day. She could feel the heat radiating from the device as it sat in her pocket, tempting her.

  What the heck had happened to her life. She had skipped into work this morning sexually sated only to discover her lover was her new boss. And if the rumors were to be believed the head of employees’ relation, Pamela Conway was on her way to being the new Mrs. Owner. She shouldn’t be feeling hurt or pissed off that Jordan had a woman other than her in his life. Hell, that was a chance she took when using the Proximity App, discovering that she was the side chick. After all, it was only supposed to be a one-night stand, a hookup. Nothing more. She had allowed it to be escalated to something more when she responded to Jordan the second time, he contacted her.

  Just like she was about to let it be escalated even more as she noticed the message that was waiting for her.

  BigDickRide: I know you should be home by now according to your work schedule.

  MuthaFknQueen: Stalker much?

  BigDickRide: It's not stalking. As your new employer, I have access to all of my employees’ files including their home address.

  MuthaFknQueen: Yeah, that is not creepy at all.

  BigDickRide: I could have hired a private detective t
o follow you home instead. Would you rather I do that? The potential of your co-workers finding out that you are sleeping with the owner would have climbed by a factor of ten.

  MuthaFknQueen: Are you ashamed of your minions finding out that you are sleeping with the help?

  BigDickRide: YOU ARE NOT THE HELP!! DO NOT REFER TO YOURSELF IN SUCH A DEROGATORY WAY.

  Tiara didn’t stop the pleasure that infused her at such obvious anger. Maybe she wasn’t the only one invested a little deeper in this relationship. If she were honest with herself, she would admit that Jordan had already proven that this relationship went beyond a simple fling. The evidence had always been right there in front of her face. She knew more about his friends then he knew about hers. She didn’t know that he was buying her company. The closest they had ever come to discussing business was that Sunday in bed, but he had shared his friends with her.

  BigDickRide: Anyway, there are things that we need to discuss. Come over to my house.

  MuthaFknQueen: You have a house here?

  BigDickRide: Yes, I just bought it when I was here for the charity function. It was being renovated. I want to know what you think about it.

  MuthaFknQueen: Why don’t you ask Pamela Conway what she thinks about it?

  BigDickRide: Why would I ask Pamela?

  MuthaFknQueen: Well you two were looking cozy on the stage this morning.

  BigDickRide: Huh? Really?

  MuthaFknQueen: Yes really.

  BigDickRide: Are you jealous?

  MuthaFknQueen: Fuck off!

  BigDickRide: You are jealous. Smiley face emoji. Would it make you feel better if I tell you that Pamela is happily married?

  MuthaFknQueen: Fuck. Off.

  BigDickRide: Hmm, guess not. I’d rather fuck you so let me just tell you that Pamela is my twin sister?