Emerging Temptation: A BWWM Romance Limited Edition Collection

by Peyton Banks

  Emergency management presentation at True Heart Charter School. This was one of the best parts of her job. Educating children on her job. How she translated her love of science into a career. She loved to share her success especially with little girls. Showing them that girls can do well in the Sciences was part of her personal mission in life.

  Dizziness assailed her. She sat down in her desk chair. Reaching into her purse she grabbed one of the pills her doctor prescribed. She washed it down with water. She needed to find something stronger to drink. Whoever thought it was a good idea to give up coffee in the middle of winter was an idiot. Oh, yeah that was her.

  “Hey Sable,” Aisha, her assistant came bustling into her office, full of energy, a happy smile on her face. She hated morning people. “The City Council meeting is in an hour. I loaded your presentation onto your online drive and the backup is on your phone in case that doesn’t work.”

  Aisha dropped a stack of papers on Sable’s desk as she pulled out her tablet and continued talking. “Then there is your talk at True Heart Charter School and then after that you have the interview committee for the Assistant Emergency Management Coordinator taking place this afternoon. Your mom has already called and said to make sure you wear a warm coat if you go out in the storm and last but not least, we are ordering Chinese food for lunch what do you want?”

  Sable looked at her perky dark-skinned assistant. She remembered the good old days when she was full of energy instead of dragging ass. Her skin used to be a vibrate brown, like her assistant, but now she looked all pale like a dying ash tree. Her mother would swear that she needed a gallon of lotion and a cup of water to improve her skin. If only her current health issues could be solved that easily.

  Even though she was up for a few hours she needed a nap. Well, being tired all the time was something she should get used to along with any future lack of sleep.

  “Thanks, I see the list of candidates. I’m thirty-five years old and haven’t lived at home for over ten years so I do not understand why my mom feels the need to tell me to wear my coat and I will get lunch on the way back from visiting the school. My stomach is being extra picky lately.” Aisha scribbled notes on her tablet.

  “Oh, is that stomach bug still bothering you?” Aisha had been commenting on her lack of color for days now. How she could keep anything down and the smell of coffee made her sick to her stomach. At Aisha’s urging she had gone to see her provider eighteen hours ago, yet another number divisible by six and received news that changed her life almost as much as her sister’s wedding.

  It was a good thing that the City Council decided she needed an assistant. In the next few months it would become obvious that she did.

  She flung her long brown-blonde braids over her shoulder. She might as well break the news to her assistant. Once she told her sisters, it would be all over the family. Both families.

  “I don’t have a stomach bug, I am pregnant.”

  Gravity effected both Aisha’s tablet and her jaw, pulling both towards the ground.

  2

  Maximilian Papadakis strode into the meeting room. Max made sure he looked sharp in his uniform when he got dressed this morning. He knew he was going to encounter her. The woman that had been burning up his sheets until recently. The one that had his body on fire for longer than any woman he could remember.

  Sable Battleson.

  What he needed to do was get her out of his system. Usually by this time he would have moved on to someone else. He broke things off two weeks ago when they were growing too intense between them. He developed a fascination for her that was interfering with his ability to appreciate the charms of other women. A single woman had never held his attention the way Sable had for the last six months. She became an obsession. She was ruining his desire for other women.

  Maybe he should ask out the new blonde that just transferred into traffic. She filled out her uniform in a way that the designer didn’t intend for it to fit. She was lean, sexy, and fit. She didn’t have the same lush curves that belong to Sable. He looked at Sable sitting there looking sexy in her pressed khaki pants wearing her polo with the Emergency Management emblem on the upper left breast of her shirt.

  Those breasts. Plush. Soft. Tasty.

  He watched Sable trying her best to ignore him as he sat down two seats away from her and across the table. This seating arrangement enabled him to watch her while appearing to pay attention to the meeting going on around him.

  She looks pale. He studies her skin. It looked like it had lost some of its vibrancy. The wonderful brown silk he caressed on many late nights appeared dry. He noted the dark circle under her eyes. She didn’t look like she was getting enough sleep. He should offer to give her a rub down with some vanilla scented lotion. The luxurious scent would mix with her own unique scent. No bad idea. It would tease him into wanting to make love to her again. Something he wasn’t sure he had enough self-control to resist. But it was an offer he was making purely as a friend. To help return her to her natural state. Max didn’t realize that being away from him would have such an effect on her. He knew he was a stud in bed, but he never met a woman who would pine for him so much that her health would deteriorate. He sat up straighter in his chair. He should have his cock bronze.

  His relationship with Sable started innocently enough on the dance floor at Club Envy. He had been attending his cousin’s Demetrius’ bachelor party. He dressed in his finest suit. Strolling into the crowded club he looked so good he gave those billionaires a run for their money.

  There was a beautiful group of women partying in the VIP area next to theirs. His eyes continued to stray to one in particular. That was when he encountered her.

  Sable Battleson.

  She looked so fine that even the word “fine” didn’t describe how hot she was. He got an immediate hardon. The desire to tangle his hands in the beautiful blonde-brown braids decorating her head was overwhelming. It took everything in him to keep his self-control at the sight of her.

  He didn’t know much about women fashion, but he knew he wanted to run his hands all over the luscious body displayed in the tight dress with a slit going all the way up the side. Every time she moved; it gave him a flash of her thick sexy brown thighs. His imagination ran away with the thought of her wrapping those legs around his waist and squeezing tightly as he fucked her into oblivion.

  All he wanted to do was go up to her, sweep her up into his arms, find the nearest flat surface and introduce her to his cock. He was willing to give her the ride of her life on the cock express.

  Luckily, one of his cousins jostled him from behind, knocking him out of his fantasy of him pumping his cock between those luscious lips of hers.

  Instead of throwing her on the nearest flat surface, he tried a different approach. He ignored her. He was just going to trust in the nightclub's chaos to take care of everything. If it was meant for him to meet her or even to interact with her, it would happen with no help from him at all. Ever since he learned about Chaos Theory in college, he applied the theory to his life.

  Who didn’t love a theory about order in the universe and how one simple thing could affect that order? Police officers loved order. He loved order, but chaos made life fun.

  He counted on chaos to guide Sable into his life and into his bed. He spent the rest of the bachelor party eating, drinking, and talking with his family members with an occasional dance with one of the beautiful women in the club. This was the first time he had ever attended a joint bachelor/bachelorette party. In his experience this event was usually two separate things but the happy couple didn’t want to spend any time away from each other and decided on this joint type of party.

  He had to admit that it was pretty damn fun. Right up to the point where he felt a soft tap on his shoulder and spun around to find himself face to face with the hot woman who lurked at the back of his mind all evening. No matter how hard he tried, he was unable to keep her out of his mind.

  “Hey handsome,” she
greeted him. Max’s passion blew hot at the sultry look in her eyes. It was gratifying to know his wanting was not one-sided. Hopefully they would be able to make something happen tonight. Something that turned the slow burn in his gut into a reality.

  “Hello beautiful,” he returned the compliment. He didn’t miss the flair passion that flickered through her eyes at the sound of his voice. He loved the way her breasts rose when she took in a deep breath. It was like they were offering themselves up to him. A gift he was willing to accept. He would worship them like they were the forbidden fruit from the garden of Eden. So lush and tempting.

  Her dark brown gaze boldly met his. “I need your help. This heifer here,” she gestured to the woman next to her, “She thinks that white men can’t dance. She believes it’s because all the bulging muscles a delicious man such as yourself has makes you slow and graceless.” Max cock got rock hard as she purred the word delicious. “I told her that that was a myth. The whole white man can’t dance thing, is so eighties. Are you willing to help me prove my sister wrong and win this bet?” She dared him.

  Max was up for the challenge. “Well beautiful one, Let’s show your sister how wrong she is.”

  Max escorted her to the dance floor. As soon as they reached it they started grooving to the music. “What’s your name, beautiful one?”

  She gestured for Max to lean down. The feel of her warm breath next to his ear just added fuel to the fire he was already experiencing. “Sable,” she whispered breathlessly next to his ear.

  He gathered her closer to his body and breathed in deeply. He loved the scent of her. A feeling that never went away during all of their months together. “My name is Maximilian, but you can call me Max.”

  “Mmmmm Maximilian. I love the name Maximilian, but I will call you Max until you give me a reason to scream your name.”

  “Challenge accepted.”

  The beat of the music changed. Max pulled her closer to him. Her luscious curves where pressed tightly against him. In the middle of the dancefloor they swayed together. Max swung Sable out of his arms. He didn’t like the distance between them. He twirled Sable around so that she was back in his arms, but this time with her back pressed against his front. He slid his hands down her arms until he was able to grasp her hands. He spread her arms wide before crossing them over her front. They swayed together to the beat of the music.

  Max loved it when she flipped her head causing a cascade of braids to flow over her shoulders giving him access to the warm brown skin of her neck. He gave into the urge to taste her. Bending down he ran his tongue across the exposed shell of her ear.

  Delicious.

  Sable must have agreed as a soft moan escaped from her. He continued to place kisses against the soft skin of her neck as he sang the words of the song bumping out of the speakers surrounding the dancefloor.

  “I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil' bit

  Take 'em off and pull 'em down just a lil' bit

  Get to kissin and touchin a lil' bit

  Get to lickin it, a lil' bit”

  They swayed to the music as Max continued to place kisses along her neck. He loved the taste of her. He wanted more. He wanted her naked and in his bed with him kissing his way down her body.

  Max spun Sable around and closed his mouth over hers. She tasted better than he even imagined. He savored the flavor of her mouth. She had the taste of the most expensive wine. Grapes grown in the warm sunshine of a distant Greek isle caressed by a soft ocean breeze. Left to ripen naturally without being disturbed. A natural tasting sweetness that only existed in nature. Like Sable’s beauty.

  His tongue swept around her mouth. Claiming all the corners of her for his own. He groaned as she pressed her body against him. Max’s cock was a hard rod that made itself known as it pressed into her soft curves. He wanted Sable with a need that he never experienced before. The need to bury his cock deep inside her was overwhelming. He needed to calm things down before he stripped her in the middle of the dancefloor and fuck her for the whole club to see. She would be screaming his name loudly and long. Women would be lining up to experience being fucked by his cock. But that wasn’t his goal tonight. He wasn’t here to entertain the masses. He was after one person and when he took her for a ride on the cock express it would be without an audience.

  He framed her face with his hands and gentled his kiss. He licked her lips. He moaned as her hands stroked the sides of his head where his hair was cut close to his skull. The difference in her touch when she ran her hands down the short hair of his sides and the long hair of the top kept pushing his passion higher and higher. If she wasn’t careful, he was going to ignore his initial thoughts and take her right her and right now.

  Her soft strokes sent shivers of desire down his spine. This was wrong. A simple touch, no matter how beautiful the toucher is, shouldn’t affect him on such a deep level. Max looked down into her passion filled face as he reluctantly lifted his mouth from hers. He needed to stop kissing her before things went any further. He didn’t know what type of woman that Sable was except that she was a walking ball of sexiness that had the power to make him loose his mind.

  The passion glazed look in her eyes when she lifted her eyelids confirmed that he wasn’t the only one effected by the kiss. Fuck yeah. He was the man. He gloried in the rapid rise and fall of her breasts. Through the thin cloth of her dress he could see the pointy nipples of her breasts. Breasts that he wanted in his mouth, something he was going to have to wait on. He escorted Sable off of the dancefloor and over to a dark quiet corner of the club. They needed to calm down, lower the passion between them before things went too far in a public place. It wouldn’t look good as the Public Liaison Officer of the Springs Police Department being arrested for public indecency.

  That turned out to be the best move of the evening. They spent the rest of the evening laughing and whispering like teenagers who had snuck out of their parents’ house. There were more stolen kisses between them. Enough to keep the blaze burning, but nowhere near enough to douse the smoldering inferno in them. It was the start of the hottest relationship that Max ever experienced.

  He stiffened his spine in preparation of seeing his ex-lover again. Nobody looking at him would have known that the confidence he exuded was all an act. Whenever he was in Sable’s presence he reverted to a drooling, lust filled, Neanderthal who just wanted to throw her on the near surface and fuck her.

  It continued to blow his mind that his desire for her was just as strong today as it was the night, he met her. Hell, it was probably stronger. He didn’t understand why it hadn’t faded any? Especially with all the horizontal time the two of them shared. But nobody interested him the way Sable did. Nobody got his cock hard or occupied his every thought like her.

  He took a seat on the opposite side of the table from her and a couple of seats down, this enabled him to stare at her without anyone being any of the wiser.

  “Good, now that the Police Liaison Officer is here let’s bring this meeting to order,” the Mayor clapped his hands together before shuffling the paper in front of him and started the meeting.

  3

  Damn.

  Nobody should look that good in a police uniform.

  Thoughts of how Maximilian Papadakis wore his police uniform was at the forefront of her mind. Thoughts of how many times over the last six months she screamed, “Maximilian” ghosted through her mind. Each and every time brought a smile to her face. There was not a moment in bed, on the sofa, the kitchen counter or even up against the wall that he didn’t make her smile.

  Knowing how that hard body felt without clothes on didn’t help the situation any. She needed to focus. She had to give a presentation in front of the City Council and the Mayor, the last thing she needed to be doing was daydreaming about the orgasms her ex-lover caused.

  Ex-lover.

  That was something she still wasn’t used to even though she been trying hard to come to terms with during the last few weeks. Something tha
t now was at the front of all of her thoughts in light of the news she received. It was obvious to her that Max had ran away from her, scared. Scared to make a commitment. Scared to give up his freedom of being single. Most testerone driven men like Max thought that being in a relationship was a bad thing. That it made them less than a man, not to be available to all the women at large. It was something that they would have to come to terms with on their own.

  Her sisters thought she gave up on Max too easily. She should have fought harder to keep ahold of him. But Sable had watched her sister’s marriage fall apart when a woman attempted to change a man who fought that change every step of the way.

  She watched plenty of her friends relationships flounder when they attempted to hold onto a partner that was ready to be let go. It makes both people miserable. It was not a kind of torture she wanted to go through. What was that old saying? If you loved someone let them go, if they returned then they are yours to keep. If they didn’t hunt them down and stomp them out. Okay, so it didn’t quite go like that, but she got the gist of it.

  Ex-lover.

  Pregnant.

  Sable wasn’t sure which word had a more profound effect on her life. The fact that Max was no longer her lover, or that she was going to have a constant reminder of him in a little over six months from now. There is that number again. Six. Or maybe she should start hating the number three. If it wasn’t for that fateful night three months ago, she wouldn’t be expecting a baby in six months.

  Three.

  Six.

  Three.

  Six.

  It didn’t matter. She couldn’t change the past and she needed to prepare for the future. The first thing she needed to decide was when to inform Max that he was going to be a father.

  She never planned for her baby’s father to be a police officer. It was a high-risk job, and she wanted her baby to grow up in a family with both parents.