Tempt Me: A First Class Romance Collection

by Hawkins, Jessica

  Josh laughs. “Okay, well, first things first. Shoot me your business plan and I’ll take a look, and when I get back from my honeymoon in a week, we’ll talk again.”

  “Fantastic. I’ll send it to you the minute I get back to my room.”

  “Would you mind if I share it with Jonas? If I were to go in on Captain’s, I’d wanna pull Jonas in on the deal, too. Don’t worry, I’d cut Jonas in on my share—but I’d definitely want Jonas as a partner.”

  “Yeah, that sounds great. I heard Jonas speak at the Climb & Conquer party. He’s one impressive dude.”

  “He’s the smartest guy you’ll ever meet, hands down. Seriously, I’ve got the brain of a toddler next to that guy. Make a point of getting to know my brother, if you can, Ry. There’s no one like him. He’s a prince among men and his business instincts are stellar.”

  “I will,” I say, and, instantly, my stomach tightens. God, I hate the fact that Jonas thinks I’m a fickle little bitch. Fuck. I’m dying to shout from the rooftops about my feelings for Tessa, especially to clear my name with Josh and Jonas, but the rational side of my brain knows I’ve got to cool my jets for just a little while longer. I’m so close now with Tessa, I can feel it—why fuck it up by jumping the gun?

  “Hey, you know who else I should show your business plan?” Josh says. “Reed. He’s got a bunch of different business holdings besides his music label, including some high-end nightclubs he co-owns with an investment group. I bet he’d have some helpful advice for us.”

  My stomach clenches at the thought of Reed Rivers laying a pinky on my business plan. “Thanks for the thought,” I say evenly, “but I prefer to keep this completely in the family. Plus, now that Reed’s signing Daxy’s band, I think I should keep the fate of my dreams completely separate from my brother’s.”

  “Yeah, of course. I just meant I wanna pick Reed’s brain—nothing more than that.”

  Okay, I’m being a jealous little bitch right now and I need to stop it. Reed’s a kazillionaire-mogul for a reason—and Josh obviously trusts him with his life. “Sure,” I manage to say. “I’d be grateful for Reed’s thoughts about my business plan, of course. Thanks.”

  “Cool. The big thing I wanna ask Reed is how to possibly scale Captain’s to other cities. If it turns out your concept works the way I think it will, why stop with Seattle? Maybe down the road, we could open Captain’s in L.A. and San Francisco and who-knows-where?”

  My entire body feels electrified. “That’d be amazing,” I say, forcing myself to stay in my seat, even though I suddenly want to leap across the table and bear-hug Josh and tell him he’s the answer to my fucking prayers.

  Josh smiles. “The sky’s the limit, Captain. But first things first: send me that business plan and we’ll talk when I get home from my honeymoon.”

  “Will do. Thanks so much, Josh.”

  My phone pings with an incoming text and I look down at my screen. “Go to the bar near the main pool,” the text from Tessa says. “Say hello to the brunette in the blue dress sitting at the bar. Introduce yourself as Ulysses.”

  I look up at Josh, my heart in my mouth. “So, hey, man, thanks again. I know you wanna head over to the nightclub and get your karaoke on with Kat, so I’ll let you go.”

  Josh stands. “You’re not coming? Kat told me you two do a mean ‘Total Eclipse of the Heart’ together.”

  “No, I think I’m gonna call it a night. I didn’t get much sleep last night and I killed myself today doing every conceivable water sport known to man.”

  “Okay, sleep tight, Captain. Rest up for tomorrow. T-Rod tells me we’re zip-lining and then going on some spectacular hike to a secluded beach for a picnic?”

  “Yeah, she was telling me about that. Sounds incredible. I’ll see you at breakfast. I’m just gonna sit here and finish my martini and then head off to bed.”

  I watch Josh leave and, the minute I’m sure the coast is clear, I pop out of my chair like a jack-in-a-box that just got cranked, and sprint at full speed out the door, straight toward the woman of my dreams.

  54

  Ryan

  There she is at the bar—the sexiest woman alive—looking particularly gorgeous in an electric-blue mini-dress that showcases her long, tanned legs.

  I stride to the bar and stand next to her, my heart thudding in my ears and my dick tingling. “All right if I sit here?”

  “Please do.”

  I sit down next to her and put out my hand. “Ulysses.”

  Tessa takes my hand. “Samantha.”

  I grin. Excellent. “Nice to meet you, Samantha. What brings you to Maui?”

  “Work,” she says. “I’m a flight attendant.”

  My smile broadens. “How long you here?”

  “Just one night.”

  I motion to her near-empty glass. “Would you like a refill?”

  “Thank you.”

  I order our drinks from a tattooed bartender who can’t hide the fact that he’s currently wishing me dead. Ha! Fuck you, asshole. She’s mine.

  “So what do you do for a living, Ulysses?” Tessa asks, coiling a lock of her silky dark hair around her finger.

  “I own a chain of luxury hotels all over the world. I’m insanely wealthy, actually. I wipe my ass with hundred-dollar bills.”

  “Well, that doesn’t sound pleasant. Aren’t hundred-dollar bills kinda rough?”

  “Rough feels good when you’ve got an ass as hard as mine.”

  “Oh,” she says, raising her eyebrow. She leans forward, giving me a delicious view of her unbelievable cleavage. “Do you have a hard ass or are you a hard-ass, Ulysses?”

  “Both.”

  “Tell me more.”

  “Well, my heart is as hard as my rock-hard ass. I care about nothing and no one but money and fucking.”

  “Tsk, tsk. Too fucked up to fall in love?”

  “I don’t know what love is. Fucking is my ‘love.’”

  “My, my, you are a hard-ass. And what about your hard ass?”

  “I like having it gripped when I’m fucking. It gets me off.”

  She bites her lip. “How about a little bite on your hard ass? Does that get you off, too?”

  I take a long sip of my drink. “Keep talking like that and I’m gonna be telling you about my hard dick.”

  Her eyes blaze. “Is your dick hard right now, Ulysses?”

  What the fuck has gotten into her? She’s on fire. “It’s well on its way.”

  Her nostrils flare. “Well, let me know when it gets there.”

  “What will you do when it does?”

  “It depends.”

  “On what?” I ask.

  “On you—and your talents. There’s nothing I hate more than a guy who only knows how to pound a woman without first applying a little finesse. I love a good pounding, don’t get me wrong, but a guy’s got to have a scalpel in his tool chest in addition to his hammer.”

  “Oh, I’ve got both in my tool chest, I assure you—and I know exactly how and when to use them both.”

  She leans forward and subtly widens her thighs. “Prove it.”

  My cock jolts. “Right here and now?”

  She nods, smiling wickedly.

  Jesus Christ. Who is this woman? “It would be my pleasure, Samantha. Oh, and by the way?” I wink. “It’s there.”

  She flashes me a wicked smile. “Glad to hear it. Let’s see if you know how to use a scalpel. If so, then we’ll move on to your hammer.”

  “Challenge accepted.” I scoot my stool right up against hers, grab a menu off the bar, and place it over her lap—and then I slowly slide my hand up her smooth thighs, under the hem of her mini-dress, straight toward her undies...”One of my favorite things in the world is...” I stop talking. I was expecting to feel the cotton crotch of her underwear, but all I’m feeling is the sensation of bare flesh underneath my fingertips.

  Oh, God, she’s a fucking goddess.

  She widens her legs and tilts her naked pelvis into my fingers,
inviting me to finger-fuck her. “You were saying, Ulysses?” she breathes. She widens her legs again. “I’m wide open—all ears.”

  My cock is rock hard. I’m out of my mind—so turned on, I can barely breathe.

  I clear my throat and slide my fingers inside her while pressing the pad of my thumb against her clit. “I was saying,” I whisper, my fingers stroking her, “that one of my favorite things in the world is getting a woman off—in lots of different ways.”

  Her breathing hitches subtly. “Is that what turns you on the most?” she whispers.

  Before I can answer, the bartender places our drinks in front of us on the bar, his jaw clenched.

  “Anything else I can get you two?”

  I stroke her swollen clit with more fervor. “Nope. I think we’re good.” I look at Tessa. “Anything else you need at the moment, sweetheart?”

  Tessa shakes her head. “Nope. I’m good.” A subtle moan escapes her throat. “Really, really good.”

  “Thanks,” I say to the bartender, my fingers lodged firmly up Tessa’s pussy, my thumb sliding up and down her swollen clit, and he stalks away, his eyes unmistakably raging with jealousy.

  Oh, God, she’s so fucking wet. Thank God there’s overhead music pumping throughout the bar, or the whole world would hear the subtle sloshing sounds her pussy’s beginning to make as I work her.

  “You asked me what gets me off most?” I whisper.

  She moans softly. “Oh, God... Oh.”

  “Touching your wet, swollen pussy when another guy is looking at you, wanting to fuck you—that’s high on the list.”

  I stroke her with increased fervor. “Touching your wet tip—feeling how swollen it is—how hard it is.” I lick my lips. “Thinking about getting you alone so I can lick it and suck it ’til you’re speaking in tongues.”

  “Oh.” She gasps.

  “Thinking about spanking your round ass ’til it’s bright pink—and how you’re gonna come for me when I do.”

  “Oh, God.” Her face contorts sharply like she’s in severe pain, and a half-second later, pure ecstasy washes over her features and the flesh enveloping my hand begins squeezing and clenching rhythmically.

  When she’s done climaxing, I pull my fingers out of her, tug her mini-dress neatly down, place the menu back on the bar, and begin slowly licking every bit of her sweetness off my fingers, my eyes fixed on hers. “Was that enough ‘finesse’ for you, Samantha?” I ask politely.

  She takes a long gulp of her drink, puts down her glass, and smiles wickedly. “You still hard, Ulysses?” she whispers.

  “Rock hard.”

  “Then I’d very much like for you to show me some of the other tools in your tool chest now. Anything you want to do to me—anything at all—I’m all yours.”

  I grab her hand and kiss each of her fingertips, one by one, and then signal to the bartender at the other end of the long bar. “Check, please.”

  55

  Tessa

  Ulysses bends my naked body over the chair in my room as he pounds me again and again, pausing only to spank my ass so hard, I stop breathing for a brief moment.

  “You’re gonna come again for me, Samantha,” he growls into my ear.

  I cry out, suddenly feeling like I can’t hold my own weight anymore.

  Without warning, he grips the back of my hair and pulls my head back as his shaft impales me. “You like getting fucked, Samantha?”

  I let out a garbled sound, my body going completely haywire on me.

  He spanks my ass again, this time even harder than the last time, and I come without warning. Again. Holy hell, this man is good.

  He groans loudly with pleasure and reaches around my torso and fingers my clit, a move that sends spasms of pleasure ripping through me.

  “You wanna suck my dick, Samantha?”

  “Yes.”

  “Say it.”

  “I wanna suck your dick, Ulysses.”

  “Call me Captain.”

  “I wanna suck your dick, Captain.”

  “Beg me.”

  “Please let me suck your dick, Captain, My Captain.”

  “You haven’t earned the right yet, baby.” He kneels behind me and bites my ass cheek so hard, my knees buckle—and the next thing I know, the dildo I retrieved from my luggage for him earlier at his command is sliding deep inside me. He turns the vibrator on and I moan. I’ve never let a man see my vibrator before, let alone use it on me, but, I must admit, I’m enjoying how deliciously naughty this feels.

  Still working the dildo inside me from behind, Ryan bends down, parts my cheeks, and tongues my asshole, making it clench and my entire body shudder with pleasure. A moment later, I hear the surefire sound of lube being squeezed out of a bottle, and then Ryan’s slick fingers sliding up and down my ass crack.

  Oh, God, clearly, he’s getting me ready for his back-door entry. I tense. “I’ve never done this,” I whisper urgently.

  “I’ll make sure you come hard.”

  I can’t seem to relax.

  “Do you trust me?” he whispers, his voice surprisingly earnest. “I promise it won’t hurt.”

  “Okay.”

  “You trust me?”

  I nod.

  “Say it.”

  “I trust you.”

  Ryan flips a switch on my dildo, making the silicone “rabbit” at its base begin swirling rapidly across my clit and, just as my entire body begins jolting in response to this new stimulation, I feel Ryan’s finger sliding inside my ass. Or, wait. That’s not Ryan’s finger.

  I yelp.

  “Breathe,” Ryan says into my ear. “Take a deep breath.”

  I do as I’m told and he slides himself farther inside me.

  One more deep breath and he’s all the way in and gently moving inside me. Holy shit, I’ve never been this filled up before. Not like this. A vibrating dildo up my wahoo and a dick up my ass? Jesus God, I’m dying of pleasure.

  I make a sound like a dying buffalo and clutch the table in front of me and, just when I think I can’t take any more stimulation, Ryan flips the vibrator to “high.”

  “Good?” he gasps, his voice strained.

  I open my mouth to reply, but a lightning bolt of pure ecstasy shoots through me, thwarting my words, and then an orgasm like nothing I’ve felt before shatters me—an orgasm so devastating to my system, it causes fluid to gush out of me and spray around the dildo. My thighs are covered in my own wetness. I’m a dam breaking. And it feels so good.

  Immediately, Ryan pulls the dildo out of me, kneels behind me, and begins suckling every drop of fluid off my folds, clit, and thighs—licking and slurping and eating me with so much fervor, I truly feel on the verge of passing out.

  My knees wobble and I clutch the table like a lifeline, moaning and baying at the outrageous pleasure he’s gifting me. After a few moments of being eaten like I’m made of the finest chocolate, I come again, this time much more humanely than last time, though pleasurable nonetheless.

  At the sound of my obvious climax, Ryan stands and scoops my sweaty, tortured body into his strong arms and carries me toward the bathroom. “I’m gonna let you suck my dick in the shower, Samantha. And after that I’m gonna tie you up and fuck your tits.”

  “Ay, ay, Captain,” I breathe. I bite his pierced nipple. “Whatever you say, Captain. Anything. Everything. I’m all yours.”

  56

  Tessa

  I lie in bed next to Ryan, looking at his sleeping face in the moonlit room, the calming sounds of the ocean wafting through the window of my room.

  When I texted Ryan to meet me in the bar and introduce himself as “Ulysses” this evening, I’d craved one thing: a wild night like nothing I’d experienced before. And, by God, that’s exactly what Ryan delivered to me on a silver platter, without me needing to explicitly explain my desires to him. He just knew.

  Oh my God, Ryan was on fire. The dirty-talk. The hair-pulling and spanking. The way he tied me up and commanded me like he owned m
e. All of it conspired to send me to erotic places I’ve never visited before.

  I must admit, I never thought I’d be the kind of girl who’d get off on all that kind of stuff. Outside of the heat of the moment, I’d have thought being treated that way would upset me or at least make me roll my eyes, but, holy hell, in the moment, when Ryan and I were both feeling so uninhibited and free to explore our deepest fantasies, when we were both completely untethered from caring what society or anyone else might think, and instead cared only about ourselves and our deepest desires, I found Ryan’s complete domination of my body and mind to be nothing short of electrifying.

  And the cherry on top of our electrifying sundae? When Ryan untied me and held me close and whispered softly, “You’re perfect, Tessa,” which, of course, elicited my surprising but honest reply: “So are you.”

  And now, as Ryan sleeps, his beautiful face drenched in moonlight, I’m suddenly wide awake after only a few hours of sleep, body aching in the most delicious way... and my mind freaking the fuck out.

  Holy shit. No. I’m suddenly realizing something rather disturbing: I think there’s a very good chance I’ll never again be able to have sex with a man without feeling deeply disappointed he’s not Ryan Ulysses Morgan. What other man on this planet could possibly do me even half as well as Captain Morgan does? What other man would understand exactly what my body wants, even when I don’t understand it myself?

  For some reason, as I lie in this darkened room and stare at Ryan’s beautiful face in the moonlight, I suddenly know in my bones Ryan Ulysses Morgan is the only man in the world capable of getting me off to my body’s fullest potential. And that realization—that I might have bought myself an entire lifetime of sexual dissatisfaction with my future partners, all in the name of experiencing one short week in heaven—is a very troubling thought, indeed.

  57

  Tessa

  “So I guess it goes without saying you’re gonna continue seeing Ryan when you get back to Seattle?” Charlotte asks.