Emerging Temptation: A BWWM Romance Limited Edition Collection

by Peyton Banks

  “He’s here. Thank you for a wonderful evening. I’m going to grab my things and go. Tell Roger to have a good night,” I bent down and placed a kiss against Millicent’s soft cheek, then hugged my friend. I knew Laura’s husband was closed up in the garage playing Santa’s elf.

  “You know you could invite Blaze in for a quick drink. I’m just going to put this little tyke to bed, and then we—”

  “Another time, okay?” I urged.

  “Alright, I don’t blame you for wanting to be alone with that hunky man of yours.”

  I laughed on my way to the door. “I’ll call you tomorrow sometime,” I said and made my way out into the cold night.

  Blaze rushed around to open the passenger side door for me and helped me into the cab of his truck.

  “Good evening, sweetheart.” He leaned over to plant a kiss on my lips once we were settled inside with the warm heater blowing. I returned his greeting. “You smell like popcorn, and good enough to eat,” Blaze added, putting the vehicle in drive and pulling away from the curb.

  “Millicent and I strung some popcorn to go on the tree.”

  “Did you have fun? I’m sorry I had to work a shift at the station. Most of the guys have kids, so I volunteered.”

  “No need to apologize. I happen to think that’s magnanimous of you. I did miss you, though,” I admitted.

  “Baby, I missed you too. And your big vocabulary,” he laughed. “Don’t get me started on how much I missed you, sweetheart. The great thing is I have now until after New Year’s off. I get to spend all of my free time with you,” Blaze gave me a quick glance before looking back to the roadway.

  “That is great news!” I replied, emitting joy.

  Soon, we arrived at Blaze’s home, and we hurried inside out of the cold night.

  “I do believe we might get that snow the weatherman predicted.” Blaze locked the door and grinned at me with a raised eyebrow and pulled me toward him. Blaze snaked his hands around my waist, and slid a hand down to palm my ass, pressing me more fully against him. I felt his hardness against my belly.

  “Do you see how much I missed you?”

  “Yeah, I do,” I said and laughed when Blaze’s stomach loudly grumbled.

  “Why don’t you take a shower, and I can fix you an omelet if you have the ingredients.”

  “Thank you, sweetheart, I could eat something.” Blaze gave a flirty glance and a wink before going to freshen up.

  By the time Blaze walked into the kitchen after his shower, I had made him an omelet with shredded Cheddar, sour cream, diced ham, crisp bacon, sautéed mushrooms, bell peppers, and tomatoes. I purposely left out the onions.

  “You’re not going to join me?” Blaze asked as he sat down at the kitchen aisle. I poured us a glass of wine each and sat across from him.

  “No, I’m full of all the samples I tasted at Laura’s house. I couldn’t eat another bite,” I patted my slightly pudgy belly.

  Blaze took the first bite of his food, closed his eyes, and licked his kissable lips. I sighed and squeezed my thighs together. Damn, he even ate sexily.

  “Baby, this is so good,” Blaze said and licked his fingers, holding my gaze. He licked his fingers as if he were tasting my nectar. A grin arched against Blaze’s lips. He had to know what he was doing to me. I hurriedly drained the wine in my glass.

  “That was delicious, sweetheart,” Blaze complimented me again. “Now I’m ready for dessert,” he got up and rinsed his plate before placing it in the dishwasher. Then, without restraint, Blaze walked over and swept me in his arms and marched off to his bedroom.

  Our clothes were off in a flash.

  Blaze nuzzled behind my ear and whispered, “You’re so beautiful, and I can’t believe you’re all mine.”

  I shuddered and buried my face in his neck. He smelled damn good.

  “I’m glad I’m yours.”

  “My love,” Blaze muttered and pulled me close. He planted gentle kisses on my forehead, nose, and against my cheekbones. I tilted my head because I became impatient for his lips to be on mine.

  “What do you need, Sheena?”

  “Mm, I want you to kiss me.”

  Blaze adjusted the angle of his head and pressed his lips fully on mine. I gasped, and his tongue plunged inside. I shuddered when Blaze cupped my breasts, bent his head, and sucked a nipple into his warm mouth.

  My hands came up to hold him while he feasted.

  The sucking and swipes on my breast were both torture and pleasure.

  “Do you like that, baby?”

  “Oh my God, yes!”

  Our mouths once again collided, and swirling of tongues, roaming hands, and deep moans filled the room. I was wet and wanton with need— the need to be filled entirely with Blaze’s hardness.

  “Straddle me,” Blaze rolled to his back on the bed, pulling me on top of him.

  “Sweet Sheena,” Blaze breathed against my lips before he plundered them once more. “I love you so much.”

  “I love you, too.”

  He moved his hands to my waist, lifted me to place me on his sleek shaft.

  “You’re so wet. I love how you react to me.”

  My hand planted against his chest, my back arched, and I began to ride. Blaze groaned when I raked my nails across his lightly haired chest. My inner muscles squeezed his cock, and my hips swirled in slow circles.

  “Mm, Blaze, I love how hard you get for me.”

  Blaze plunged up into me, meeting my downward strokes.

  “Fuck,” he grunted.

  Blaze dipped a finger in my ass.

  “Blaze!” I cried out his name. My mouth hung open, nectar leaked from my slit, and my core squeezed his cock as I came with a loudness.

  “Shit. You are sexy as fuck.” He growled.

  He flipped me on my back, leaned down, and slammed his mouth onto mine. His kiss was passionate and deepened with each swipe of his tongue. I reached between our bodies and grabbed his erection. I broke off the kiss and pushed Blaze onto his back.

  Blaze reached for me, but I eluded him by kissing my way down his body.

  “Fuck.” Blaze shouted as my mouth and tongue licked and kissed their way south and I rubbed my breasts on his hot skin along the way.

  “I want to suck you,” I muttered, grasping his cock.

  “It’s yours,” Blaze spoke in a voice laden with desire.

  I smiled, lowered my head and took him deep within my mouth. Blaze’s cock grew harder; I could feel his hardness pulsing in my mouth.

  “Enough.” Blaze grunted after a few minutes; he yanked my head up by my hair and pulled me in for another heart-stopping kiss. I couldn’t get enough of touching him— kissing him. I slid my hands over Blaze’s shoulders and the vast expanse of his chest.

  “My turn,” Blaze said as he rolled me onto my back and began kissing his way down my trembling body. Blaze’s fingers dipped between my wet folds.

  “Shit,” he grunted, staring at my flushed body. My chest rose and fell with short, erratic pants, my lips were swollen from Blaze’s heated kisses, and my passion soared from the desire Blaze showed me.

  Blaze brushed his tongue down the outside of my left leg, over the sole of my feet. He nibbled his way up my right thigh, and by the time Blaze reached the juncture between my thighs, I was squirming on the soft bedding.

  Blaze nudged my thighs further apart with the expanse of his shoulders. “Mm, Blaze.” My moan was filled with need.

  “You smell so good, Sheena,” Blaze leaned closer, buried his nose against my wet sex, and took a loud sniff. I almost lost it when he swiped his tongue and then blew his breath against my mound.

  “Yes,” I cried out. My hips raised and swirled against his mouth. Blaze’s tongue plunged in and out. My eyes closed and my mouth gaped open from the immense pleasure radiating through my core.

  “Do you like that?” Blaze muttered with a mouth full of pussy.

  “Oh my God, yes!” I whimpered, and he licked my wet heat faster and
harder. He pulled me closer and gripped my ass to halt my bucking hips, then his tongue delved in deeper, causing my pussy to pulse and throb. I moaned aloud when he slipped two fingers into my wet heat, and he pressed his tongue against my damp nub and steadily began to lick.

  Blaze’s palms tightened on my ass as his tongue flicked against my clit. I cried out at the powerful sensations flowing through my veins. My stomach quivered, and my muscles tightened. Blaze pushed three fingers into me as he sucked on my clit.

  My pussy muscles clamped down on his fingers as my climax flowed out of my control. Blaze slid his fingers from my pussy and kissed his way back up my body. I trembled beneath the onslaught of his ministrations.

  “Make love to me,” I whispered. I needed Blaze inside me right there and then.

  “I got you, sweetheart,” Blaze said, settling between my thighs. He lifted my legs to wrap around his hips. Blaze eased inside my wetness, and I sighed and tightened my thighs around him.

  “You’re so tight, baby.” Blaze’s hot breath brushed over my cheeks.

  “You feel so good inside me,” I replied softly.

  Blaze let out a grunt and sank deeper into me. “Oh God, you feel so good,” I whispered.

  “Blaze rolled his hips, and I sighed in pleasure. He began pushing in and out of my wet heat.

  His lips covered mine in a short passionate kiss. My hips arched, taking more of him into my heat. Blaze thrust harder and my hips arched more. I got enjoyment in the way Blaze’s hard, rock hard erection stretched and filled me to capacity.

  “That’s it, give it to me, Sheena. Give me everything you have; I don’t think I can hold off any longer.”

  Blaze pulled back, then pushed back into me. Soon, my stomach muscles tightened, and my core clamped down on his cock. I cried out in ecstasy as another orgasm overcame me.

  Blaze’s thrusts became harder and faster, and my body shivered beneath his. Soon, he growled out, every muscle in him strained and stiffened above me. Expletives left Blaze’s lips, his heart hammered against my breasts, and I took great satisfaction in knowing I reduced Blaze to losing control.

  Electrical shocks still zinged through my core, and I wrapped my arms around Blaze as his hard, hot, sweaty body slumped against me. He rolled onto his side, taking me with him.

  I felt loved and happy— happier than I had been since my parents’ tragedy.

  “You’re more woman than I’ll ever need. I hope you know that,” he said, trailing fingers softly against my cheek.

  “I hope so, because you are all the man I will ever need.” I caressed his chest.

  Blaze tilted my head up, and I smiled at him. “I’m tired of being alone. I’m at an age where I know who and what I want out of life. Time is short, and so is life. I know this is sudden but believe me, I know what I’m asking. Sheena, marry me!”

  “Yes, Blaze. I will marry you!”

  A whoop of joy escaped Blaze’s lips. He grabbed me in his embrace and proceeded to love me all over again.

  THE END

  About the Author

  Theresa Hodge is an Alabama native - loving mother, wife, sister, aunt and friend. She is at her best when she is able to bring happiness to others. This author loves to read almost as much as she loves to write fictional stories. She finds writing therapeutic at times, especially during the loss of her oldest sister from breast cancer, which birthed her “Ask Me Again” Series. This was her first but this compilation led to her writing several other books. These book's includes her bestselling Noelle's Rock series among many others.

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  Blazed

  Blurb

  I’ve lost someone so dear I’d forgotten how to love.

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  Can Gabrielle Marcus heal my wounded heart?

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  I am firefighter Chandler Cassady. I work at the busiest firehouse rescue one in the city of Atlanta.

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  I am the first firefighter inside the burning building and the last one out.

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  I am often called a hero.

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  My tragic past set me on this path to save lives.

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  The moment I saw Gabrielle’s beautiful face she awakened my need to love; only her.

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  The secrets from my past could tear us apart.

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  An arsonist is on the loose. He’s set his sights on my woman.

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  I can’t lose her. For the first time I have to rescue the woman I love.

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  Will I be able to save her from the blaze?

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  Chandler

  “Fire! Fire!” The hazy words gripped me in my dream.

  “Chandler, get out!” she yelled.

  I sat straight up, gawking at the smoke pouring into my room. My heart beat against my rib cage. I dragged the blanket off my bed and darted across the room.

  “I’m up!” I shouted.

  I placed the blanket over the knob and swung the door open. Orange flames engulfed the walls and ceiling. My eyes widened as I peeked down the hall. Her hand stretched out through the black smoke.

  “Chandler, wrap the blanket around you and get out of here,” she coughed.

  The thick, black smoke crushed my lungs.

  “No.” Tears streamed down my cheeks. “Not without you. I can’t leave you,” I choked out.

  Her blue eyes watered in the distance. “I love you, Chandler. Never forget that. Please get out of here,” she cried.

  The burning ceiling caved, knocking her to the floor.

  “No!” A blood-curdling scream ripped from my throat.

  “She told you to get out of here, kid,” a deep voice penetrated my ears.

  He threw me over his shoulder and ran down the stairs.

  “No. I can’t leave her.”

  The tall, muscled man placed me on my feet in the circular drive. He stalked back into the house before I could see his face. Fire trucks sounded in the distance. Flopping on the grass, I sobbed in the dead of night. I lost her. She mattered the most to me.

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  Chest heaving, I flew into a sitting position in bed, drenched in sweat again. The sun peeked through the heavy, dark curtains. I sighed, clutching my head. Thank goodness, I was at home this time. I didn’t need the chief calling me into the office again asking was I fit for duty.

  I busted my ass on a fire call later that afternoon, revealing I was more than capable of handling my demons and performing my job.

  I’ve had the same dream since I was seven-years-old. My world was turned upside down. I glanced at the clock on my nightstand. Shift would begin soon. I better hop in the shower. My cousin, Sebastian, suggested I move to Atlanta. He thought maybe the change in scenery would help with my demons. It had helped a little. I couldn’t drive past the empty lot where my home once stood any longer. The move from L.A. to Atlanta was a good idea. I’ve lived in Atlanta for two years now and had no urge to visit my father or grandparents.

  I worked out of fire rescue station one in downtown Atlanta. It was the first firehouse opened in the city of Atlanta. It has since been remodeled. There were twelve bedrooms and six bathrooms upstairs. Before the house had ten bedrooms and four bathrooms. The upgrades were nice. We worked forty-eight-hour shifts. But I often worked t
wo forty-eight-hour shifts. Not because I had to, but because I wanted to. Usually, there were seven firefighters in the house on one shift.

  After my shower, I slid the navy firefighter T-shirt over my muscled frame. The navy khaki slacks fit just right. I laced up my black Gor-Tex boots then darted out the door.

  “Cassady, taste this chili.” I halted in the large firehouse kitchen.

  “Ok.” I grabbed a spoon and tasted the food.

  I jumped over to the sink, leaned under the faucet, and poured water in my mouth. “Smooch, it’s blazing hot.”

  His last name was Smith. But we nicknamed him Smooch because every week, a different woman dropped him off at work. They were out front all hot and heavy. Battalion Chief Trent Brennings had warned him several times. He said we didn’t need to give the firehouse a bad reputation. Not sure that would help. Every Friday night we hung at the local bar in Midtown. We even had our own calendar. I believed we were past women thinking we were dogs.

  A wide smile spread across his brown face. “Yeah, just what I was shooting for,” he snickered, patting my arm.

  “Are you preparing two pots? You know Cap hates spicy food.”

  He turned, stirring the oversized pot of chili.

  “I take your silence as a no. I don’t want to be around for this when that shit goes sideways.” I ran up the stairs toward our living quarters.