Tease Me (The Temptation Duet Book 2)

by Roxy Sloane

Kay raises her eyebrows at my harsh tone, but fuck it, I’m not about to get schooled by someone who doesn’t have a clue what kind of man I am.

  Change Chloe? You don’t ask da Vinci to change the fucking Mona Lisa.

  “Well, Mr. Banner.” Kay suddenly smiles. “Perhaps there’s hope for you after all.”

  I don’t have time to figure out that cryptic comment. The studio doors open, and a group of ankle-biters streams out. By the time they’re out of the way, Kay is gone—and Chloe is exiting. She walks down the hallway and stops dead when she sees me.

  “Jase.”

  Half a dozen expressions cross her face. Annoyance, doubt, frustration. But it’s the last one I care about: desire. That split-second pause where she bites her lip and looks at me like I’m dessert.

  Bingo.

  You can eat me up any way you like, love. And you won’t need a spoon.

  “Morning, sweetheart.” I flash a smile, but she keeps on walking.

  “You know you’re making a fool of yourself,” Chloe says archly. “Following me around like this. Whatever happened to big, bad Jase Banner, who could have any woman he pleased?”

  “I’m still plenty big,” I say, falling into step beside her. “And you know I can be bad, given half a chance. It just happens I only want one woman.”

  “Sure,” she snorts.

  “Believe it, baby. Or better yet, let me show you.”

  “You already know my answer to that.”

  Chloe pushes open a door into a locker room, and I follow. “Which answer would that be?” I ask, as the door swings shut behind us. “The one where you beg me to fuck you? Or how about teasing me with that sweet cunt?”

  I step closer, right up against her. Chloe wavers. That’s right. Fuck, my cock aches for her. She’s right, I’ve never chased a girl like this before—but I’ve never needed one like this either. I want a taste of heaven again, and I don’t care how.

  “Naughty girl, sending those texts,” I murmur, reaching to stroke her cheek. My thumb trails to her mouth, so plump and juicy it makes my balls ache. “You knew what that would do to me. I’ve been hard for days just thinking about you getting yourself off.”

  A wicked grin tugs her lips. “Good,” Chloe says, biting down softly on my thumb. “Maybe that’ll teach you.”

  “Or maybe I’ll be the one teaching you a lesson. What do you say?” I challenge her, reaching to squeeze that perfect arse. “Do you want a spanking?”

  Chloe inhales in a rush. Damn she’s hot in her ballet leotard and skirt. I could peel that Lycra from her body and bend her over my lap right here. Leave my handprint marked on her tender skin and make her come singing my name.

  And for a moment, I swear she’s about to give it to me. But at the last minute, Chloe shakes her head, looking frustrated. “I told you, what happened was a mistake. It shouldn’t happen again.”

  Shouldn’t.

  Not can’t. Not won’t.

  The girl wants me, she just needs a reason why.

  “Enough games,” I tell her. “You want me, even if you wish you didn’t. I’m the itch you just can’t scratch, so take it.”

  I move her hand to my pants and watch the fire come back in her eyes. “That’s right, baby. It’s all for you, so take it. Fuck all that anger and betrayal away. Wouldn’t that feel good?” I demand, watching her pupils dilate. Yeah, that’s right. Just imagine.

  “You want payback for the lies I told, then go right ahead. Fuck me out of your system, drive me crazy, do whatever you want, and then walk away for good. Don’t you want revenge, sweetheart?” I push her, seeing the frustration clear on her face.

  “Yes.” She glares.

  She’s mad at me. She hates the way I make her feel. But there’s a fine line between love and hate, and I’m going to screw her right over that line.

  “I lied to you,” I taunt her. “I seduced you. I made it so you can’t sleep without wanting my cock inside you. Don’t you want to make me suffer for it?” I tease, closing her hand around the hard outline of my cock. “Don’t you want to use me up and throw me away? Just like Max did. Just like I did. He paid me a hundred grand to screw you,” I add, smirking. “And baby, you were worth every last cent.”

  8.

  CHLOE

  I know what he’s doing. He’s pushing all my buttons, trying to make me lose control.

  And fuck, it’s working.

  With a moan of frustration, I snap. Reaching up around his neck, I pull him down to me and kiss him hard enough to make it all go away.

  No betrayal, no lies. Just his mouth on mine, hot and searching. His body crushing me back against the lockers.

  His cock, straining underneath his jeans.

  Jase growls into my mouth. He grips my thighs and then lifts me, wrapping my legs around his waist as he grinds against me. God, I’ve missed this. It’s been only a few days without him, but even a single night is too long without this fire blazing through my body.

  His tongue probes into my mouth, demanding, and I eagerly open wider, imagining the feel of that mouth on a different pair of lips. He’s thrust up against me so close I can feel the ridge of his cock between my legs, and it feels so good, I can’t stop from bucking against him, loving the friction on my tender clit even between our clothes.

  “How the fuck do you get this thing off?” Jase feels around the back of my leotard and then just yanks it over my shoulders. He buries his face against my neck, kissing and licking down my throat and along the swell of my breasts.

  “It doesn’t,” I moan. “It’s a one-piece.”

  “Fuck that.” Jase gives me a wicked smile and then his hand is between my legs, pushing the fabric aside.

  He buries two fingers inside my wet core.

  Fuck.

  I grind against his hand, needing to be filled. He curls higher and thrusts, rubbing against my walls with devastating accuracy. I can’t believe it, but this is what I’ve needed so bad.

  Jase, inside me, however I can get it.

  “God,” I whimper, my blood catching fire.

  “Not God, baby,” Jase growls. “This is all me.” He lifts his head to watch me, that arrogant smirk on his lips. “Damn, you need it, don’t you, sweetheart? Look at you, losing your mind with my fingers up your cunt for anyone to see.”

  His words jolt me back to reality. We’re in the locker room. The public locker room, where anyone could walk in!

  “Jase!” I try to wriggle away from him, but Jase has me pinned tight. “That door isn’t locked. Someone could come!”

  “That’s right, baby.” Jase chuckles, thrusting his fingers deeper. “And I’m betting on it being you.”

  I moan with pleasure, even as I’m trying to push him away. “Jase . . .”

  “What’s the matter?” He smirks, slowing his strokes. He teases my clit, circling before delving back into my core. “You liked it the other day, at your open house. It made you wetter, knowing they were right there, outside the door. Admit it, baby. You get off on the thrill.”

  I gasp for air. He’s right. Fuck. He’s right. It was hot as hell to think of someone walking in. But there’s a big difference between screwing in the dark behind a closed door, and doing it here, in broad daylight, when the kids could walk in and see.

  “The kids!”

  I scramble down to my feet, panting. “Not here,” I demand. “You can do whatever you want to me, just not here.”

  Jase darkens with lust. He doesn’t need another invitation‚—he’s already grabbing my hand and yanking me towards the exit. I barely have time to tug my leotard back in place and grab my bag from the rack before we’re barreling up the hallway and down the stairs. Jase doesn’t pause for breath: he hits the sidewalk out front and drags me to where his car is waiting on the curb.

  I tumble into the passenger seat, and he slams the door after me. I can’t believe I’m doing this. My pulse is racing and my body is burning up with desire, but I don’t care. I’ve made my choice. Jase is
right: he’s the itch I need to scratch, and I’m just going to have to screw him out of my system.

  Maybe more than once.

  Jase gets in and starts the engine. He pulls into the street with one hand on the wheel and the other already sliding between my legs. I part them wider to give him access, needing his touch back where I want him the most.

  God, I’m wound so tight I could come right here, just from the sweet pressure of his fingers rubbing me through my skirt.

  “Damn traffic,” he swears, cutting through the midday rush. I can’t wait, so I reach over and pop the button on his jeans. Jase lets out a groan as I free his cock. It springs up, hard and proud, and I wrap my fingers around the length of him, running my thumb over the dewy tip.

  “Goddamit.” I fist him harder, and Jase pants with every stroke.

  I watch his jaw clench, thrilled. I love that I can do this to him, make him come apart just like the effect he has on me. I want to push him further, all the way to the brink.

  I slip under my seatbelt and lean across so my head is in his lap.

  “What the fuck—”

  Jase’s surprise dies on his lips as I take him into my mouth. I suck him all the way down, then bob back up, using my lips to massage every inch.

  He groans with pleasure. “Are you trying to kill us both?”

  I smile and swirl my tongue over his rigid head. When I glance up, he’s looking down at me, lust dark on his face.

  “Eyes on the road, big shot,” I tease, licking him again.

  Jase suddenly yanks the wheel, making a U-turn across traffic. I slide back across to my seat with the momentum in time to see us speed through the entry of a parking structure.

  “Where are we going?” I ask, hanging on for dear life.

  “I don’t fucking care.”

  Jase drives like a madman, taking the turns so fast the tires screech. He drives down the spiral roadway to the basement, then speeds past all the parked cars, coming to a stop in the farthest dark corner. He yanks the car into park, shuts off the engine, then reaches for me—yanking me across the seat until I’m straddling his lap, my head bent to keep from hitting the roof of the car.

  “Goddamn, you’re driving me crazy.” Jase pulls down my leotard over my shoulders, baring my chest. He leans in and sucks my breast into his mouth, toying and grazing my nipple with his teeth.

  I gasp, pleasure slamming through me.

  Yes, right there.

  I bury my hands in his hair, eagerly surrendering to his hot, wet mouth as he licks and suckles at me, turning his attention to my other breast in turn. I squirm in his lap, right against his cock, and Jase lifts his head with a groan.

  “No more fucking around,” he demands, his breath coming in ragged pants. “You want it? You take it. Right now.”

  He tugs the crotch of my leotard aside, sweeping over my pussy in a delicious stroke. I’m wet for him, God, so ready. I lift myself up, positioning myself over him, and then I sink down.

  Oh. My. God.

  I take him inside me, one gorgeous hard inch at a time.

  “Fuck,” I moan, gripping onto his shoulders for balance. The friction is incredible, that thick, deep slide. “God, you feel so good.”

  Jase answers with a growl. From this angle, it’s incredible. Deep, so deep, it’s almost too much.

  But I could never have enough of his cock.

  I lift myself up a little, then sink back down, taking him all the way. Jase curses under his breath, and then he’s gripping my hips, surging up inside me. Controlling the pace as I rise up and slam down again, harder, impaling myself on his cock.

  “That’s right, baby,” he pants, his eyes glazed with lust. “Ride me. Ride my cock, you filthy girl. Use me for your pleasure, however you want.”

  My blood is on fire, and that need is clawing, deep inside. I do as he says. I ride him, I use him, rising up and slamming down, grinding my hips against him to get that gorgeous friction against my clit. Over and over, I use his cock like my personal plaything, until I’m wound so tight, I’m chanting his name out loud.

  “Jase! Oh my God, Jase!”

  His mouth latches onto my breast again, sucking my nipple hard. Fuck, the sensation is incredible—his hot, wet mouth. That hard, surging cock. Pistoning inside of me, pushing me to the breaking point.

  And over the edge.

  “Jase!” I come with a scream, my climax ripping through me so hard I jerk my head back—and bang it against the roof of the car. “Ouch,” I exclaim, as Jase growls and surges up, hot and gushing inside me.

  “Fuck.” He gasps, gripping my body as his climax subsides. “Fuck me!”

  “I just did.” I laugh, exhausted. Damn, that was incredible. I slide off him and collapse in the passenger seat. “Or didn’t you notice?”

  He laughs. “I noticed, alright. I think half the building noticed.” He buttons his pants again and gives me a sated look. “I should buy a monthly parking pass to this place.”

  I grin, rubbing the bump on the back of my head. “Maybe not. We’re going to need more space next time.”

  Jase smile turns smug. “You want a next time, huh?”

  I roll my eyes and tug my clothing back into place. “It’s like you said. We need to screw each other out of our systems. No feelings. Just sex.”

  “Whatever you want,” Jase agrees, starting the engine again. I wonder if it’s really possible. Sure, the sex is amazing, but can I keep this up without getting hurt?

  I look at him and realize I don’t care. This is too good to just walk away from—I already tried that, and I didn’t get far.

  A passion like this can’t last, I reassure myself. Sooner or later, it’ll burn itself out and I’ll get to move on the way I want.

  And until then? Well, I’ll just keep having the dirtiest, most mind-blowing sex of my life with the most intoxicating man I’ve ever known.

  Somehow, I think I’ll live.

  9.

  CHLOE

  You know all those magazines that claim to have the recipe for feeling healthy and awesome? Kale smoothies and daily workouts and meditating on your inner glow? Turns out, it’s all a load of crap.

  Kale has nothing on five minutes in the front seat with Jase—and his incredible cock. I spend the rest of the day walking around on cloud nine, feeling like I just got back from a luxury spa vacation and won the lottery, all at once.

  Pick you up at 6, he texts me while I’m out running errands.

  Where are we going? I reply.

  It’s a surprise. Wear that dress from the gala – and no panties allowed.

  I grin. My favorite gown is fancy, which means Jase has something special planned. I wonder what it is, but to tell the truth, I don’t even mind. He could take me to the local garbage dump as long as we wind up back at his place after, naked and sweaty.

  And since there’s no underwear allowed, I’m guessing that’s his plan, too.

  I head home and take my time getting ready: running myself a bath and luxuriating with some of Amanda’s best foaming rose bath oil. I dry off and slip into my silky slip dress, pinning my hair up in a loose French twist. I check my reflection in the mirror. The silk slides sensuously against my bare skin, and I feel extra naughty knowing there’s nothing underneath.

  I paint on some red lipstick, even though I know Jase will kiss it right off. Or maybe I’ll be the one to smudge it, I think wickedly . . . kissing down his hard, taut body . . . sliding up and down the length of his cock.

  I catch my eye in the mirror. My cheeks are already flushed with desire. I look wanton and wild.

  Who is this woman?

  I’ve never felt adventurous or sexy, but now, it’s like there’s nothing I can’t do. Being with Jase has freed me, somehow. Made me own my sexuality, and taught me that there’s nothing shameful about feeling pleasure.

  I can’t wait to see what other lessons he’s got in store.

  The door buzzes at six, and I go to let him in. “Look at yo
u,” I say, surprised. He’s devastatingly sexy in a crisp button-down and good pants. “You look great.”

  “And you look . . . illegally sexy.” Jase looks me up and down, and the expression on his face is worth all the extra effort. He looks ravenous—like he could eat me up right now. “I could throw you down and fuck you raw, right here.”

  “Ahem.” Amanda clears her throat. She leans over from where she’s sprawled on the sofa. “I vote no on that one. No offense.”

  “None taken.” Jase laughs. “I guess we better save it for later then.” He offers me his arm, and I take it, collecting my purse.

  “Don’t wait up,” I tell Amanda, and she laughs.

  “If I see you before next week, I’ll be surprised.” She winks and gives me the thumbs up as we head out the door.

  Downstairs, I slide into Jase’s car for the second time today. “So what’s the big surprise?” I ask, excited. “Let me guess, you’re taking me on a tour of the city’s parking garages.”

  Jase chuckles. “Tempting, but no. Actually, I have two tickets for the ballet.”

  I stare at him in shock. “Are you serious?”

  “Yes.” Jase glances over and frowns. “I thought you liked ballet.”

  “I do. I just never expected us to, you know, go on a date. A romantic one, too!”

  “This isn’t a date,” he says quickly.

  I grin. “You picked me up, and we’re going out. That’s a date, mister.”

  “Fine.” Jase gives me a wolfish look. “But I’m still fucking you later.”

  “Promises, promises.” I smile.

  We get to the opera house and make our way into the lobby. I look around, excited. “I haven’t been to a performance in forever,” I tell Jase.

  “Really? I figured that Mainwaring kid would have dragged you here all the time. Fancy galas and opening nights.”

  I shake my head. “He invited me, but I never came.”

  “Why not?” Jase looks at me curiously.

  I shrug, suddenly self-conscious. “I guess . . . I wasn’t ready. When I quit ballet, it was a really dark time in my life,” I add quietly. “So watching them up onstage . . . I guess it always reminded me of everything I lost.”