Emerging Temptation: A BWWM Romance Limited Edition Collection

by Peyton Banks

“Chandler Jack Cassady. I love it.” She leaned up on her tippy toes and pecked my lips.

  Gabrielle strolled into the kitchen first, of course.

  “Wow, state-of-the-art appliances.” She nodded her head from room to room.

  “A three-bedroom house is a nice investment.”

  “I thought so too. I’ll probably turn the third bedroom into a game room. We have a workout room at work, so I won’t need to worry about that feature.”

  “You didn’t want a basement?”

  “No. Just the one floor.”

  Her smile rose and fell. “I understand.” She rested her arms on the granite countertop. “If you aren’t busy tonight, I thought I’d take you to dinner.”

  “I’d love to be anywhere with you.” I leaned over, kissing her lips.

  * * *

  ∞

  We sat at a four-top table in a busy, upscale restaurant, later that night.

  The waiter took our order. I peeked around the restaurant. Sheer white curtains surrounded the walls. Huge white pillars separated the room from the fresh seafood bar. Every table was lined with white table cloths. Navy seat covers graced every chair. The restaurant was beautiful.

  “Have you ever been here before?”

  “No, this is my first time at Kyma’s. I baked an order for a lady who works here. As a favor she squeezed us in. They are booked out two months.”

  “Wow, the food must be amazing.”

  “I am a little nervous about you trying the food. But the owner is from Greece, so I’m pretty confident you’ll love it. Tell me a funny story from your childhood.”

  I didn’t want to tell her I didn’t have any. “Let me think. I waited too late to learn how to surf. Most kids learned early on. I didn’t learn until I was twelve. I desperately wanted to learn how to pop up on my surfboard. Basically, you start out lying on your stomach, then you jump up on the surfboard as you’re trying to catch a wave. I tried multiple times to jump up on the surfboard. My trainer told me I could do it. After so long, he became irritated because I couldn’t get it. We were the only two out that far in the ocean early in the morning. So I thought. I squinted, then my eyes bulged. Shark I yelled. I jumped up on that board so fast, and got the hell out of there.”

  Gabrielle bent over laughing. Her oval eyes were like little sun cups. So beautiful.

  “My trainer caught up with me. He said, ‘what were you running from?’ I said, ‘the shark.’ He said, ‘that was a piece of trash.’ I was so embarrassed. He said, ‘at least you’ve learned the technique now.’”

  “Yeah, that is one way to learn. That’s so funny. I bet it was scary at the time.”

  “Hell, yeah it was,” I chuckled.

  “Your turn.”

  “Hm, lets see.” She sipped her glass of red wine.

  I dug into the delicious Greek meatball. “You were right. The food is spot on.”

  “I am happy you like it. When my sister and I were kids, I asked her to play house with me all the time. You know, I had to be the cook.”

  I nodded.

  “My sister began telling me no. So I played alone. Dragging my plastic kitchen and toy food all over the house. My mom made Erica help me clean up every time. Erica said it wasn’t fair she had to help me clean up when she wasn’t the one playing with the toys. Well, one day, Mom left an empty box in our bedroom for toy donations. Erica filled the box last and taped it up. The next day, I walked over to my little kitchen. I pulled open the oven door. There were my pots, but no food. I searched high and low. My food was gone. I told my mom. We all searched for the food. She finally asked my sister did she do something to the toy food. She sighed and said yes. I gave them away in the donation box. I cried so hard. Talk about being devastated. She said she hated cleaning up my mess. Mom bought new toy food for me. I never asked my sister to play with me or help clean up.”

  “That’s traumatizing.”

  “I know. She probably helps me bake now because she still feels guilty.”

  “Yeah. Probably,” I laughed.

  We strolled through Centennial park an hour later, hand in hand under the stars.

  “This is a perfect first date. Thanks again for dinner. Not sure how I’ll top that.”

  Her head fell against my arm. “I’m not sure either. I did good.” She smiled.

  I stopped and turned to face her. Those plump lips begged to be caressed by mine. I marveled her beautiful face. She wore light makeup, not too heavy. I loved it. Our eyes locked. “You are the real treat tonight. I was serious. I’d love to spend all my free time with you.” I swept her lips with mine. Her tongue darted into my mouth. I gripped her ass, pushing her flush against my hard cock. Our tongues tangled, fighting for control.

  “Gabrielle,” I growled against her lips. “You make my dick so hard. I want to be so deep inside your pussy.”

  “Yes, I want to feel you inside of me,” she moaned.

  “We better stop. If we don’t, we’ll end up at my condo where I’d happily make love to you until the next day. But I don’t want you to think that’s all I want.”

  “Chandler, I want it to happen now, with you.”

  I held her face. “Baby, listen. We’ll wait. Trust me, it will be worth it. I’m the only man who will ever be so deep inside that pussy. You’re mine, Gabrielle.”

  ∞

  She was silent in route to her apartment. The moment I halted at the curb, she jumped out. “Goodnight, Chandler.”

  Gabrielle ran inside the building. “What just happened?”

  I hopped out of the truck and rang her buzzer. She didn’t answer. I laid on the button. She finally buzzed me inside. I took the stairs two at a time. Gabrielle leaned against her door, holding it open.

  “Yes, Chandler,” she said through gritted teeth.

  I scooped her up into my arms. Her legs hooked around my waist.

  “What are you doing?” I locked the door, then stalked into her bedroom. She flipped on the light.

  “Is this what you want?” I sucked on her lips.

  “Tell me right now, are we losing our virginity tonight?”

  Her eyes widened, and she tugged my neck tighter.

  I laid Gabrielle on the bed, hovering over her. I slithered my tongue around her neck and gripped her perky breast.

  “Answer now, Gabrielle.” I stood on my knees and peeled off my blazer.

  She didn’t stop me. I continued undressing, until I sat in her midst in only my navy boxers.

  “Oh, my God, your body is gorgeous.” Her fingers traced over my mother’s face tatted on my upper shoulder.

  * * *

  She propped up on her elbows. “You make me vulnerable. You’re the first man I let get this close. I know I shouldn’t, but I want to give all of myself to you. At the park you told me I belonged to you. And I agree, I do. I want us to make love, Chandler.”

  “Baby, we have plenty of time. But it doesn’t mean I can’t tongue fuck your wet little hole until you come all over my tongue.”

  “Oh, fuck yes, Chandler.”

  I slipped her sundress over her head. My eyes roved over her brown skin.

  “Remove your bra.”

  Gabrielle did as she was told. My palms slid over her mouth watering globes. I sucked her taut nipple into my mouth, then fucking bit it, pulling a passionate scream from her lips.

  “I love the taste of your skin. Every inch of this beautiful body is mine.”

  Her fingers caressed my back. I gripped her other breast as I sucked her nipple for dear life.

  “It feels so good, Chandler,” she purred.

  “I’ve jacked off to the thought of your beautiful face.” My fingers trailed along her tummy, dipping below the waistband of her lace panties. I bit her neck as my fingers slipped within her soaked folds. Was it normal for a woman to be this wet?

  “Chandler, I only want you to be my first.” Her fingers gripped my shoulders. “I want you. I want you so bad.”

  Snatching off her pantie
s, I chucked them over my shoulder. Pinning her knees back, I stared at her glistening center. My mouth watered. Her pussy begged to be licked.

  “Fuck, baby, I need to confirm your pussy taste as good as it looks.”

  She bit her lower lip.

  My nose brushed the fine hairs on her mound. Eager to taste her, I slid my tongue along her wet goodness. “Damn, you taste like my forever.” I peeked up at her and winked.

  She grinned, then her smile dropped. “I better be the only woman you taste, Chandler.”

  * * *

  “You are, baby.” I swirled my tongue around the little bud I previously bypassed, that now peeked at me, begging to be kissed. I was coming back for it. I was told the nerve endings in that little bud could drive a woman crazy. I sucked her clit into my mouth.

  She yanked my hair. “Oh, oh. Something is happening. And I can’t control it,” she screamed.

  I guess my cousins were right. No letting up. Wiggling my tongue against the tip, I slipped one finger inside her quivering tight hole.

  “Oh, god. Oh, god,” she yelled. Gabrielle shoved her pussy into my mouth.

  “Yeah, give it to me, Gabrielle. You taste so fucking good. I will never get enough of your pussy.” I caressed her shaky leg as I tongue fucked her hole.

  “Baby, baby,” she cried.

  I mean, she fucking cried. Good. I had her right where I wanted her. “This pussy is mine, Gabrielle.”

  “All yours, Chandler,” she sniffled.

  My nose dragged along her thigh, then up the side of her body, until we were face-to-face.

  I kissed her wet tears away.

  She gripped my face and pushed her tongue into my mouth. Our tongues passionately caressed. Her hand dipped inside my boxers, setting my cock free.

  Gabrielle broke our kiss and stared at my long cock between us.

  “He’s all mine for sure.” She flashed that sexy devilish smile.

  “I want to suck him into my mouth.”

  My forehead creased. “And I want to eat your pussy again. I have a solution.”

  I rolled on my back and flipped her on top of me. “Turn around.”

  The second she faced away from me I pulled her ass toward my mouth. She leaned over and slid her tongue along the side of my cock, then licked under the head.

  “Fuck, Gabby.”

  “You like that?”

  “Yes, baby.”

  She sucked the head between her plump lips. “Shit, baby.”

  My thumbs pulled her pussy lips open, I widened my tongue, licking slowly from the bottom to the top, sucking up all of her sweet juices.

  Gabrielle licked the tip of my cock as she massaged my balls.

  I could barely focus as she sucked my dick faster.

  Clutching her fat ass, my tongue twirled around her clit, then I sucked the delicate flesh into my mouth.

  “Chandler, yes.”

  I slipped my tongue back into her hole and drank up her come. I hooked two fingers into her pulsating hole and attacked her G-spot.

  “I’m coming again.”

  And she couldn’t stop. I loved every minute. The way she fell apart for me and would only always fall apart for me, made my cock rock hard.

  I circled my tongue around her clit as she collected herself or attempted to anyways. She sucked my balls into her mouth and hummed.

  “Gabrielle.” Fuck, I came undone like a bitch. I swear my toes curled. What the hell.

  She lowered her mouth over my cock again, sucking fast then slow.

  “Don’t stop, baby.” That last time my dick hit the back of her throat, I lost it. Come shot out of my cock and exploded in her mouth.

  “Damn, Gabrielle,” I groaned.

  I continued on my mission to make her come again. I sucked her lips then flicked her clit until she was clenching the sheets. Sucking her clit into my mouth the final time, sent her over the edge. Her cum poured from her quivering hole into my mouth. Our bodies heaved against each other.

  “Come here.”

  “Chandler, I can’t move. My legs won’t stop shaking.”

  I rolled over, sat up, and pulled her into my lap. “That was fucking incredible.”

  Her nose brushed against mine and her fingers slipped through my hair. “It was magical.”

  Her brown eyes were radiant. “You keep my cock hard.”

  She smiled. “Good.” Her lips melted against mine. “Stay with me tonight.”

  “All right.”

  Her eyes danced over my features. “You are truly the sexiest man I’ve ever seen.” She blushed.

  “Baby, I can never get your gorgeous ass off my mind. And now that I’ve tasted your sweet pussy, I know I’ll be between your legs every chance I get.”

  Her brows rose. “Oh, I love that,” she giggled. “Your salty and sweet cum taste so good.”

  I devoured her lips again, pulling her with me onto the pillow.

  “We feel so right, Chandler.”

  “We definitely do.”

  She nuzzled her nose against my neck. My hand gripped, then caressed her ass. Her skin felt good against mine. I never wanted to let her go. In my arms laid the only woman I ever desired.

  9

  Chandler

  Walking around truck one, I carefully performed a safety check.

  “Good morning, Cassady.”

  I sighed. “Watkins, how are you this morning?”

  “I could be better.”

  I peeked up from the checklist. “What’s up?”

  “You are really seeing her?”

  My brows rustled together. “Who, Gabrielle?”

  “I guess.”

  Clutching the clipboard at my side, my lips tightened. I turned to face her and stepped closer. “Now, you know, she’s the woman I’ve chosen to make mine. Live with it. Gabrielle’s baking the cakes for our charity event. Oh, and you’ll see more of her around here before then.” I smiled. “Gabrielle’s my woman. I will not tolerate disrespect toward her.”

  A tear slid down her cheek. Quickly, she swept it away with her hand. “I can’t believe you’ve fallen for her so fast, yet you and I have worked with each other for two years. I know you better than anyone.”

  A low chuckle released from my lips. “No one knows me well. I keep to myself. She’s the first person I’ve allowed into my heart.” I scratched my head. “I don’t have to explain myself to you.” I returned to my duties.

  “Ugh.” Breanna stormed off.

  She tried to learn everything about me, but it was all superficial information. I just told her at the bar to move on. Stop beating a dead horse. She refused to listen.

  * * *

  My cell rang.

  “Hello.”

  “Chandler, you sent flowers to my job.” It wasn’t a thank you tone or I love them. Irritation grated on her words.

  “Yes, I did. Gabrielle, I need to get back to work. If you don’t like the flowers, chuck them.”

  “Wait,” her voice wavered.

  “Yeah.”

  “Two guys I work with like me. One more than the other. I have turned Joel down multiple times,” she sighed.

  “He’s sweet. He has offered to help me bake several times. Then you come along. The man I want to be with and I feel guilty for being so happy.”

  I pinched my eyes with two fingers. Rage burned inside. “Funny, I just had a conversation with Breanna, the paramedics driver. She hates that I am dating you. She felt like she knew me best and I should have been with her. I told her you’ll be around more often. She was pissed. But I shut her down.”

  “Chandler, I love the flowers. I just hate the cold stares I’m receiving for them sitting on my desk.”

  I didn’t know Joel personally, but he was already pissing me off.

  “Baby, don’t feel guilty about the flowers.”

  She sighed. “Ok. I’ll face Joel.”

  “No, don’t. If he threatens you, I want to know about it.”

  “Ok.”

&nbs
p; The sadness in her voice drove me to do something I normally wouldn’t have. “I’ll talk to you later.”

  “Bye.”

  * * *

  I stalked into the chief’s office. His eyes darted up at me as he carried on a phone conversation. He pointed at the chair in front of his desk. I sat clutching my fist against my thigh. Anger coursed through my veins.

  He hung up the phone. “How can I help you, Cassady?”

  “Chief, I’ve worked double shifts since I transferred to this fire house. I’ve never asked for anything. I’m asking for a favor now. I need to check on Gabrielle. She’s having problems with a guy at her job. I am more than willing to take off work.” I ran my hand over my chin.

  He sat back in his chair and patted his stomach. “We are fully staffed today. Go. Be sure to grab the food list from Smith. Before you return, make sure you pick up the groceries.”

  I jumped out of the chair. “Not a problem, Chief.”

  “Don’t make this a habit, Cassady.”

  “I won’t, sir.”

  * * *

  Fifteen minutes later, I flashed my firefighter badge at the security officer sitting behind the desk at Oak Prime Payroll. I clutched my navy firefighter cap in my hand.

  “What floor is the payroll department on?”

  “Three.”

  “Thanks.”

  He motioned me through. Employees never asked us questions. We often performed checks on the fire extinguishers and fire alarm systems. They never wanted to be fined for not being in compliance.

  I was deep in thought as I rode the elevator to Gabrielle’s floor.

  Dressed in a navy firefighter T-shirt and black khakis, I strolled through her department.

  Women whispered, smiled, and waved. I wondered why.

  “Chandler.”

  I peeked to my left toward the unfamiliar voice.

  “Yes, Hello.”

  She blushed, stretching her hand toward me. “I am Justine, Gabrielle’s friend. She showed Kathy and me a picture of the two of you together.”