Tempt

by K. I. Lynn

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  Something has changed inside me—a release. The extreme tension strangling me is waking something up deep inside.

  I’m still stressed about Alyssa, but now I’m determined to have her.

  She’s mine.

  I hope she’s able to handle what she says she wants.

  Around the lunch hour, the door to my office opens and is shut before I can even look up. Alyssa turns around and smiles at me.

  “Everyone is at lunch,” she says as she walks toward me.

  “Everyone?”

  “Well, anyone who matters.” She leans down, her lips close to mine, waiting.

  I reach up, sliding my hand across her cheek before cupping the back of her neck, pulling her down as I stretch up, pressing our lips together. Soft and plump, they part, letting my tongue in to taste her. She laps hers against mine and I groan, my dick getting stiffer and hungrier.

  With my other hand, I reach out and grab onto her hip, using it and the hand tangled in her hair to guide her forward. She reaches out, using my shoulders to help steady her as she climbs onto my lap, bunching her skirt up and straddling my legs as she settles on top of my aching-for-her dick.

  “Dean,” she gasps as she feels me pressing against her clit.

  Invigorating kisses become soul devouring ones, and the only thing we care about is how much closer we can get.

  I plant my heels on the ground and push my hips up, making her moan into my mouth.

  “You want this, don’t you, baby?” I thrust up and rotate my hips as I hold her down on me. “You want me to pull my cock out and slam it into that hot little pussy of yours, don’t you?” My hands roam her body, squeezing and pulling her closer. She only moans, but I need more. “Answer me. Now, Miss Lockley.”

  “Please, Dean, please. I want you.”

  I growl at her response. I’m seconds away from taking her. Seconds from unzipping my pants, popping my cock out, pushing her panties aside, and shoving it into her tight little cunt.

  “Are you wet for me? I bet I could slide right into you, all the way.” I slip my hand under her skirt while I suck on her neck and shoulder.

  My fingers slide along her panties. She’s not just wet, she’s soaking them.

  “Fuck!”

  I have to taste her. I need to taste her.

  I stand up and take her with me, setting her down on the edge of the desk, then sit back down. My hand runs up her luscious, tempting legs, lifting one and placing it on the armrest to my left. I pull her panties to the side, exposing her shining pink folds. My little temptress is bare, and the glistening of her juices draws me in. She lets out a little squeak when my tongue hits her clit. My cock jumps, letting out some pre-come when my tongue runs along her pussy lips, finally getting the taste of her I’ve been dying for.

  It only fuels my need for more of her. I dig in, closing my mouth on her, teasing her as much as her moans are driving me insane.

  But they’re too loud.

  “Quiet, or I stop,” I threaten.

  Her eyes widen and she bites down onto her finger when I slide mine in, stifling the moans I pull from her. I want to hear her throes of passion but know it’s too risky here, now. Later, she can scream to the gods when I have her writhing beneath me in my bed.

  Her little hand fists into my hair, pushing me harder against her, my fingers deeper. The desk creaks as her hips move, needing more. I can feel her insides tighten around my fingers, pants of Oh God filling the office.

  I curl my fingers up, and her eyes pop open as her back jumps off the desk. Half up, half down, her fingers knot into my shirt. Her mouth is open in the most erotic shape, eyes she’s fighting from rolling back, and her thighs are quaking on either side of my head. Her breath is coming out in short little pants, her whole body tense.

  “Come on, baby.” I dip back down and take her clit between my teeth.

  Her whole body convulses as a strangled, guttural cry erupts from her chest before she collapses back. I give a few more licks of her pussy as she comes down, savoring the flavor that is all her.

  My chest swells with euphoric pride in my accomplishment. Alyssa, completely spent, lies out on my desk, gasping for air.

  I sit back and undo my pants, pulling my cock out. It’s so red and hard, ready to burst. I run my hand down the length as I stare at her, at the pussy I want nothing more than to be buried in forever.

  Languid strokes bring me to the edge, my muscles tight and flexing as I contemplate what part of her I want to come on first. Her pretty pink pussy? Her lips?

  I let out a groan, and she props herself up on her elbows. She stares at the way my hand moves up and down my shaft.

  I don’t want to fuck her here. Not right now. I’m not sure I’d make it all the way inside before coming. Days of teasing without getting off have killed my stamina.

  Plus, the screams I want her to make will scare people. Maybe later, after I’ve had my first fill.

  She sits up and slides off the edge of the desk onto the floor in front of me, her gaze never leaving the dick in my hand. I’m about to make some lurid comment, but before I can, she leans forward, her hand above mine, tongue running along the underside.

  The shock is too much and the fire, the tension explodes in thick white strands. The first hits her lips, and I’m shooting off as she opens her mouth and starts sucking down each spurt, pulling everything out. I fist her hair, shoving my hips up and cock down her throat, or at least trying to.

  “Fucking fuck.” I slump back down as she pulls the last from me.

  She smiles, then reaches up and pulls a few tissues out to wipe her face off. I miss the droplets the moment they’re gone, but remind myself I can do it all over again later. I can paint her with me, covering every sinful inch of her skin.

  “What are your dinner plans?” I ask between settling breaths. My dick’s been in her mouth—I should at least buy her a meal before doing it again. Plus, we can see if this thing between us even has a chance, or if this little lunchtime fling is it.

  Though my still-hard dick tells me it’s nowhere near done with her.

  Her lips, still swollen from our kisses, form a thin line. “I’m babysitting Damian’s kids, then going to a movie with some friends.”

  My jaw twitches in disappointment. Damian is the second-born child of the Lockley family’s three, two years younger than Cooper, so I know there is no way she can back out.

  I run my fingers through my hair. “Shit.”

  The atmosphere turns as we sit here, reality and awkwardness creeping in.

  “I would skip the movie, but my friend already bought the tickets,” she says, trying to fix it but only making it worse.

  She could just be turned off because you came in her mouth, ass. She is young, after all, and…

  I stop that thought. I have to break that way of thinking, especially if I’m really going to give us an honest try.

  She stands and adjusts her skirt while I tuck my cock away.

  “I’m free all weekend, though,” she says, a hopeful edge to her voice.

  I let out a groan. “I’m going to Cincinnati for a Reds game with my brother.” We stare at each other for a minute and her mouth pops open, but I stop her from speaking. “Maybe this isn’t viable.”

  “W-what?”

  I shake my head. “Maybe this is just an infatuation.”

  “Dean, stop.”

  A knock on my door shocks us both, but before either of us can do anything, the door opens and Rachel walks in.

  “Am I interrupting?” Rachel asks, looking between us, but then continues on. “Dean, honey, we need to talk.”

  I cringe at each word coming out of her mouth and turn to Alyssa, who is shooting daggers at Rachel. “Miss Lockley, we’ll talk later.”

  She nods and forces a smile, but it doesn’t cover the hurt and anger. “Yes, sir.” She turns and maneuvers around Rachel, trying to avoid her and her poisonous radius, but Rachel reaches out and grabs
her arm, causing me to bolt up from my seated position.

  “You’re Cooper’s little sister, aren’t you?” Rachel asks. Alyssa nods, and a smirk grows on Rachel’s face as she looks Alyssa up and down, then to me. I curse internally at how Alyssa’s hair is loose from however she had it styled, random strands everywhere, and her lips are still swollen, her cheeks red. “You sure have grown up, but you’re still a little girl.”

  “Rachel! Let my intern go.”

  Alyssa wrenches out of her grasp and runs out.

  Rachel struts over to my desk. “My, my, Dean, you’ve been a bad little boy.”

  I glare at her, all the venom I have for her growing. “What do you want?”

  “Well, I was going to go over this last teeny detail in the divorce, but now that I see the little strumpet you’re fucking, I think a little negotiation is in order.” She leans forward, trying to look and sound seductive or smart, I’m not sure which.

  I walk around my desk and to the door, opening it all the way and gesturing to it. “First, I’m not fucking Alyssa.” At least not yet. “Second, even if I was, we’re legally separated and I can fuck whomever I want.”

  “Even your best friend’s baby sis?”

  I flinch, as she knew I would. “My lawyer will be in contact with yours over your teeny detail.”

  She smirks as if she’s won and saunters toward me, running her hand across my chest, then looks at me from under her lashes. “Teeny detail? Is that what I said?”

  I mash my teeth together as she blows me a kiss and walks out.

  If I wasn’t screwed before, things are about to become even worse.

  Chapter 5

  Rachel’s little stop had me on the phone with my lawyer on and off for the rest of the afternoon. What was almost an agreement had everything off the table again.

  “Jesus-fucking-Christ Dean! What the fuck happened from yesterday to today?” Megan asks on our fourth call of the afternoon. “The sudden turnaround… She’s acting like she has something dirty and is blackmailing you.”

  I shake my head, not that she can see me. “She thinks she does, but she doesn’t.”

  Megan lets out a sigh. “At this rate, you’ll be lucky to ever get rid of her.”

  Those words haunt me all afternoon. The shitstorm kept me busy for the rest of the day, so I was never able to talk to Alyssa again. By the time I went looking for her, she’d already left for the day.

  So instead, I’m left thinking about her on my way home. Wondering if a weekend after what happened in my office could finally beat my obsession with her out of me.

  My hands pull at the knot in my tie as I walk to the stairs, ready to be rid of my suit. Maybe I’ll order a pizza and have a few beers, relax and try to get my life back to normal.

  I groan after a few steps as the doorbell goes off, halting my climb. I contemplate ignoring it, but I know whoever it is can see me through the side windows. With a sigh, I move back down and with what I’m sure is a surly glare, throw the door open.

  My jaw drops as a pair of large blue eyes stare back at me, and in an instant I know I’m officially a dead man. Standing on my front porch is my innocent little demon with her face flushed.

  “Alyssa? What are you doing here? What happened to Damian and your movie?”

  She shakes her head. “No.”

  “No?”

  “My brother will get over it, my friends will as well. Everything got messed up today, but I’m not letting all that get in the way of what I want.”

  Fuck. No. Hearing that brings back fantasies reality had been beating back all afternoon. “Go back.”

  “Why?”

  “Because you shouldn’t be here.”

  She slaps her hand against my chest. “No! I should be here. I can’t stand feeling like this. It took so much to break you down, and you jumped at the first excuse to put a damn wall back up.”

  “It needs to be there,” I say, because it’s the truth.

  She pushes me back, stepping into my house and shutting the door behind her.

  “Finish what you started.” Her hands trail up my chest and wrap around my neck. “Then decide.” She stretches up, her lips inches from mine. “Please.”

  With each passing second, I find it harder to breathe. My insides are clenching tight, my fingers flex, itching to touch her, and my heart races, but I stand firm. Every muscle is coiled tight, ready to either run away from her, or grab her and race up the stairs to my bed. I ignore the way my mouth waters as I stare at her.

  Her lips are so close I can feel her breath. “I’ve wanted you for so long. Fantasized about you for years.”

  Stay…

  Why can’t I say it?

  “Take me. Show me what it’s like to be yours, even if it’s just for tonight.”

  Her soft eyes plead with me, and I can’t take any more.

  “Fuck it.” The darkness wins out, wanting to taint her, and I grab hold of her, pulling her into my arms and pressing my lips to hers. Without any thought at all, I lift her up and push her body up against the wall. I’m no longer in control; desire, lust, and greedy need are. My gaze is dark, intense. I’m hungry—so hungry—for her.

  I can’t stop, not now. My hands roam around her body, taking in her softness. Pressing my erection into her stomach earns me a delicious gasp.

  “That’s right, baby, feel what’s going to be inside you. This is what you want, isn’t it? This is why you’re here,” I growl, my teeth nipping at her neck.

  It’s why you won’t stop fucking torturing me. You’re here to ruin me.

  “Yes,” she pants. “Please, Dean. I need you inside me. Make me yours.”

  My fingers flex against her flesh, digging deep. “Fuck, baby.” My teeth nip at her jaw, neck, anywhere I can find. “I’m going to fucking ruin you for any other man.” I step back, grinning. “And I know the perfect place to start.”

  I grab her hand and pull her, running up the stairs and down the hall to the master bedroom.

  My bed needs new memories.

  No need to shut the door—there will be no one to give audience to here. And the thought of hearing her cries of pleasure echoing off the walls is enticing.

  My hands are tearing at her clothing, pulling and twisting her sweater up over her head. I can’t get her naked fast enough. It’s been years since I’ve been this horny, dying to be inside a pussy.

  “I haven’t slept with Rachel in over a year, and I’m clean,” I tell her as I unzip her skirt, her fingers work on ridding me of my jacket. I need her to know that I haven’t been anywhere near Rachel.

  “Me too,” she replies. “I’ve only been with two guys before. I… I haven’t done much.”

  There’s a nervous edge to her words, but her admission of inexperience has me shuddering in pleasure of all that I can teach her.

  “Don’t worry, I know exactly how to make you my dirty little girl,” I assure her, my teeth pulling on her bottom lip. “I’m going to make you addicted to my cock.”

  She gasps at my words, but the dilation of her eyes tells me she likes it. I smirk and test just how much she does.

  “I want you begging for it, to turn you into a little slut for me and only me,” I say, pausing for her reaction.

  She shudders in my arms, a small moan slipping past her luscious lips. “Yes,” she whispers.

  I lean down to reward her by pulling a breast from her bra and sucking on her nipple.

  “Tell me, baby, do you want to be my cock slut? Does it turn you on?” I push her skirt down over her hips to pool at her feet. I grab her little mound and groan at how damp the thin cotton is. “It does, doesn’t it? Tell me you’re mine.”

  I’ve officially lost it. The need to claim her, to take her and fucking consume her like she does me takes over.

  “Fuck,” she curses, her hands gripping me tight while her hips move, riding my hand. I slip under the edge of her panties, groaning when I reach her bare, slick folds. My cock is weeping, begging to
be buried in her. I can’t take much more. “Yes! I’m yours, all fucking yours!”

  I love the way she curses, my temptress, calling to my primal side. One of my fingers slips in and she crumples against me, her body shaking. I want her to come so badly, but I want her to come on my cock first, so I pull my hand away. Her eyes snap to mine, whispering pleas for me to finish her off, grabbing at me. I lick her sweet juices from my fingers, lavishing in her taste.

  “Not yet, baby. I have to make you pay some way for what you’ve done to me over the past month.”

  She groans in frustration before yanking my jacket down my arms and off. “You’re wearing too many clothes.”

  I moan when her lips find my neck, licking and sucking while her fingers undo the buttons on my shirt. It’s slow, painful even, torture. She pulls my shirt out of my pants so that she can reach the remaining buttons. My breath is ragged, uneven, when her hands slip under the fabric and reach my skin.

  It’s my turn to shake, my chest heaving, head rolled back while her hands trail seductively up my abs to my chest. I grab her ass and pull her flush to me, rocking my hips into her. My hand rises and grabs hold of her hair, pulling her head back before attacking her lips with mine.

  Hungry kisses leave me high.

  “On your knees,” I command in a whisper against her lips. She bites her bottom lip, uncertainty written on her face. “Have you ever sucked a cock, baby?”

  “I have,” she admits. “Once… I’m not good, though.”

  I nip at her jaw. “Oh, I know you’re good after today, but I can show you how to be great,” I reassure her and push on her shoulder until she kneels before me.

  The sight is unbelievable, unimaginable, and highly erotic. Her plump lips are inches away from my dick. It twitches, and she wets her lips as she presses her hand against the bulge.

  “Take it out.” My voice is rough with the need that penetrates every part of me.

  Her fingers fumble with my belt, then my zipper, then her tiny hand wraps around me, pulling my hardness out.