by Lexie Davis
Tempted
When a friend lends Dr. Alessandra Aames a beach house for the week, she wonders how she’ll spend her time—until she meets a sexy stranger. Passion stirs between Ali and Sean, presenting a tempting offer for a weeklong fling that neither can ignore. The sexy surfer next door may be everything the overworked doctor wants, but her time with Sean will eventually end. Will this busy doctor be able to find room in her busy schedule for the man of her dreams?
Note: This book was previously published with a different publisher.
Genre: Contemporary, May-December
Length: 18,775 words
TEMPTED
Lexie Davis
EROTIC ROMANCE
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TEMPTED
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TEMPTED
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Chapter One
The beach was practically empty. Dr. Alessandra Aames sat close enough to the water that the tide touched the tips of her toes. She had brought a novel but couldn’t get into the storyline. She’d spent so much time reading technical stuff at the hospital, fiction seemed almost impossible to comprehend. How sad are you? Ali closed the book and set it to the side. It didn’t matter. She selected the bottle of sunscreen and rubbed the creamy liquid into her skin before lying back on her towel. She closed her eyes and forced herself to relax.
“Watch out for the sand crabs. They like to bite.”
Ali’s eyes popped open as she sat up from her spot with a squeal. The man standing beside her chuckled as he switched his surfboard to the other arm.
“There are sand crabs around here?” She glanced around, looking for some sort of evidence.
The man tossed his surfboard to the sand and plopped down beside her. “Yeah. But don’t worry about it. They only bite once, then they’ll eventually let you go.”
Her heart rate escalated. “Please tell me you’re joking.”
He chuckled. “You’re not from around here, are you?”
Ali shook her head, still looking for a sand crab. “I work in LA. I’m technically from Iowa.”
She settled on her towel again and finally took in the friendly stranger. His hair was dark and short. His sunglasses and black wetsuit hid both his body and his eyes—features she loved about a man.
“Do you live around here?” she asked.
“Yep.” He glanced over his shoulder and pointed to the house next to Nina’s. “Right there. How long are you staying in town?”
“A week.”
“My name is Sean.” He stood and picked up his surfboard. “Maybe I’ll see you around sometime. After all, we are neighbors.” He winked at her and headed toward the ocean, leaving Ali completely breathless.
What in the world was wrong with her?
* * * *
Sean entered his office and sat at his computer. Nina had a guest for the week. A hot guest. His mind roamed back to the delicious body covered in sunscreen. She had a slender frame that would fit perfectly beneath him. He flipped his computer on and clicked on the security program button titled “Home.”
Several screens popped up, showing different areas of his property. One of which picked up on the beautiful tourist staying next door to him. He probably should feel like a pervert for spying, but he couldn’t stop thinking about her.
The luscious brunette lingered on the patio, reading a book. Her foot slid along her calf as she read. He couldn’t help wondering what the book was about. He zoomed in to view the title. Wicked. He most certainly was.
He clicked off the screens and forced himself to focus. His cock pulsed in his pants, demanding attention. He adjusted himself. He had a board meeting in five minutes. It’d be one hell of an awkward situation if he had to explain the stiff dick he had in a room full of men. Shit.
Was the book a romance? Did it have explicit sex scenes? He remembered some of his sister’s romances and a lot of them were geared to turn the reader on. Sean groaned. He’d just bet her pussy was wet after reading the dirty deeds in a book entitled Wicked.
“Mr. Graham?” His assistant peeked into his office. “The buyers are here. Would you like for me to show them to the board room?”
He nodded. “I’ll be there in a moment.”
A self-made millionaire by the time he was twenty-one, he figured the latest video game development could wait a few moments longer. His attention needed to focus on his work, but he had to get her off his mind...at least until tonight.
Chapter Two
Ali tossed her book aside and stared at the waves that rolled in to shore. She never realized how much she missed being around people and chaos until she stepped back from it. The beach was great, but she wasn’t jumping around with excitement. She scanned the surf, looking for Mr. Hottie next door.
As luck would have it, he was now
here to be found.
She sighed and retreated back inside the beach house. She was hot and wet and looking for a little conversation. The funny thing about being in the middle of paradise was that no one was around. Conversation went out the window, but she could do something about the other two. The novel she’d found in the airport gift shop was raunchy and exactly what she needed on a boring day such as this.
How long had it been since she’d had sex? Nearly six months if she counted correctly. Longer, if she counted back to the last time she’d had good sex. What is wrong with me? I spot one delicious man on the beach and I’m instantly horny and—dare she say it—willing to fuck him.
She flopped down on the sofa and closed her eyes. She couldn’t stop picturing his smile. His lips were perfect for kissing. She’d wanted to taste them when he’d rambled on in small talk. She had to be crazy because the man looked half her age. Approaching the big 4-0 didn’t do wonders for a woman’s spirit. All the men her age wanted slutty little vixens that made them feel more like a man because the bimbos were eager to please.
Ali spread her legs, propping one foot on the back of the sofa as the other foot rested on the floor. She slipped her bathing suit bottom aside and slipped her fingers along her slit. She was drenched with her own moisture, her pussy needing to be filled. She’d never been so open, so needy before today. She pinched her clit between her forefinger and middle finger, rolling and stimulating herself.
Ali pictured the cute surfer watching, encouraging her to continue. She wanted his mouth on her, tasting her cream and driving her to pleasure. With her eyes closed, she slipped two fingers inside herself, pumping lightly. She might get the chance to seduce him. Maybe, just maybe, she’d get the chance to have one night of guaranteed great sex. He’d please her, probably, until she begged him to stop.
The image of him as her sexy little stallion drove her over the edge into a sharp climax that gave her release with a craving for more. Maybe it was the beach. Sun, surf, and sex all coincided together. She’d had the first two all day, now she needed the third. Yes, that’s what it was.
Pulling her fingers away, she wiped them on her cover-up and resituated her bathing suit bottoms. If only she had the confidence to wear those little bikinis her ex favored on his women. She sighed. Her most comfortable attire, cobalt blue scrubs, most likely would not entice the sexy stranger. It was pathetic to say she’d needed to go shopping for “normal” clothes before vacation. She’d been out of practice for so long seduction didn’t come easy. She honestly didn’t even know where to begin.
A knock at the door startled her. She stared at it a moment before standing to answer. Only two people knew she was here. Nina, who was in LA, and the sexy neighbor she fantasized about. She hoped the person visiting was the latter of the two options.
She opened the door and smiled when he greeted her.
“I came to see if you’d like to accompany me to dinner.” He handed her roses and smiled.
“What’s on the menu?” She chuckled at her lame joke. She wanted to be on the menu. Hiding her needy expression, Ali sniffed the roses. “These are beautiful.”
“I thought you’d like them.” He stepped inside and glanced around. “I figured we’d eat at the Fish Tank tonight. I’ve been dying to go there but haven’t had anyone to join me. What do you say? Do you like seafood?”
Ali stared at him. Nina had told her the Fish Tank was a nearly-fifty-dollars-a-meal type restaurant. “I love seafood, but isn’t that place expensive?”
He gave her a boyish grin that made her pussy convulse. “Don’t worry about the cost. Totally my treat.”
Ali moved past him to find something to put the flowers in. “I think we need to back up a bit. I know nothing about you.”
“Sean.” He followed her into the kitchen. “Nina and I have been neighbors for close to four years now. I work in technology three days a week and spend time surfing on my days off. What else do you want to know about me?”
She turned to face him after locating a vase and filling it with water. The business suit he wore looked undoubtedly expensive. His sun-streaked brown hair was spiked with gel, and his deep blue eyes assessed her every move. Moisture seep into her bathing suit bottoms as she stared, wishing they’d forgo dinner and eat dessert in bed. Damn, what was wrong with her?
“I think that’s it for now. We have to save some conversation for dinner, you know.” She smiled. “Let me change real quick. I’ll be right back.”
Ali escaped into the bedroom and forced a deep breath into her lungs. She felt like a horny teenager again. What is wrong with me? She dug through her suitcase and found a short summer dress, the only “dressy” thing she’d brought for lavish dinners. Nina had told her the restaurants around usually had a dress code, and she’d come prepared—or so she thought. Dinner at one of the most expensive restaurants she’d probably ever step foot in hadn’t been on her itinerary while planning the trip.
She pulled the garment over her sun-kissed body and slipped her feet in a pair of flip-flops. She decided against underwear and stood in front of the mirror to fix her wind-blown hair. It was practically pointless, but she gave it her best and added a little lip-gloss to her dry lips. She was semidecent and, hopefully, wouldn’t get kicked out of the fancy restaurant because of the dress code.
When she stepped into the living room again, she found Sean waiting for her on the sofa. He glanced at her attire and a small smile crept across his face. His eyes lingered a few seconds too long on her breasts before he finally met her stare. She wanted him, and he wanted her. If they made it through dinner without jumping each other’s bones, it’d be a miracle.
“You ready?” he asked, his voice a bit huskier than before.
She nodded. She didn’t trust herself to say anything.
* * * *
Her scent was driving him mad. She stood so close, their arms brushed as they walked. He had to fight to keep from reacting. The dress she’d pulled on hugged her body like a glove. It smoothed over her ass, and he’d bet his entire month’s pay that she didn’t wear underwear beneath. The thought drove him even closer to insanity. Her nipples beaded beneath the fabric, teasing him with her every movement. Had she chosen that dress with the intention of driving him crazy?
“Right this way, Mr. Graham. We were wondering when you’d be by to sample our cuisine.” The hostess gave him a playful wink and led them to their table. “Your waiter will be with you shortly. Enjoy your meal.”
Sean smiled at Ali. “I’m surprised she remembered my name.”
“She’s cute,” Ali commented as she took her seat. “Did you two date?”
“No.” He sat opposite of her. “Her parents know my parents.” He watched as Ali looked over the menu. “You okay?”
She lifted her gaze. “I’m fine.”
“Good.” He lifted his menu and glanced at the specials. “What did you do on your first vacation day? Did you see the sights of the city?”
“Not exactly. Truthfully, I was bored out of my mind.” She set the menu to the side. “I’m not exactly used to having a day with absolutely nothing to do but bask in the sun.”
The waitress, another pretty, flirty blonde, came to take their orders. Sean gave Ali free reign to order whatever she wanted. She chose the cheapest thing on the menu. He didn’t comment, instead choosing to learn more about her.
“What is it that you do?”
“I’m an emergency physician at Cedar-Sinai.”
“Wow.” He folded his hands before him. “I bet you were bored.”
She smiled. “Nina convinced me I needed a break. I’ve been going nonstop since I turned eighteen.”
Sean smiled. That sounded like his neighbor. “So you came to her beach house.”
Ali nodded. “Nina and I met in college. We took most of the same prerequisites since she went into dentistry and I went into medicine.”
Sean enjoyed conversation with Ali. She was a bit reserved but had loosened up
by the time the meal came.
“What is it that you do, Sean?”
“I’m a software designer.”
Her eyebrows shot up in surprise. “How did you break into the business?”
Sean took a bite of his salmon. “Believe it or not, I entered a technology contest in high school. I won a full scholarship for college, and one of the top technology institutes hired me upon recommendation from my professor. I became a self-made millionaire by the time I was twenty-one.”
Ali stared at him in awe. “Wow. How old are you now?”
Sean swallowed. He wasn’t embarrassed by the age difference. He knew Ali was older than him. She looked young for her age, but if she was anywhere near Nina’s, she had to be approaching forty. He hoped it wasn’t a problem.
“Does it matter?” Sean folded his napkin to the side of his plate.
“I suppose not.” Ali followed suit and placed her napkin to the side. “Dinner was delicious.”
He nodded. “How about dessert?”
She stared at him like he’d spoken in a foreign language. “I’m not sure I should. Dinner was enough, and to be honest, I am full.”
Sean reached for her hand. “Order whatever you want.”
She didn’t order dessert. Sean almost laughed at her reaction to the prices. He, however, ordered a chocolate marble cheesecake. Conversation dwindled until the waitress brought him his dessert, and Sean couldn’t resist tempting her.
“You want the first bite?” he asked. Ali contemplated. “Come on. You know it looks good. Try a piece.”