TEMPTATION - A Bad Boy Romance (117 page)

“Does it hurt?” he whispered into my ear.

I exhaled, my head spinning.

Before I knew it, something immensely cold slipped over the skin there, and I yelped out. The ice. He was gliding a cube over my burnt flesh, the hot skin melting it easily, making prickling drops that slid all the way down my bare legs and puddled onto the floor. An excruciating throb radiated out from between my legs. My skin smarted, but with each stroke of the ice cube, soothing waves washed over me. The entire surface of my body seemed to tighten up, every last hair standing on edge.

With his hot breath against my ear, and the rapidly disappearing ice cube licking all over my body, each of my senses seemed blissfully overwhelmed. I couldn’t tell what was pain or pleasure anymore, whether the icy hot thrills running up and down my body were too much for me, or whether I very much wanted
more
. I whimpered. His fingers moved closer, and as he gently touched the ice cube against my clit, I cried out again.

The ice cube moved deeper down, and he pressed it firmly between my lips. I was streaming wet now, melting along with the ice cube and sending sticky rivers of my own all down my legs. The ice cube gone, he seamlessly slid two fingers into me, and I swear I almost felt my entire body move and pull him in deeper.

It was electric.

His other hand was resting on my clit, tracing tiny circles, while his fingers slipped silently in and out. I squirmed all around him, shuddering from cold and heat and some far more delicious feeling swirling in the centre of my belly. It was a new sensation, one that scared me a little, one that I hadn’t felt ever before.

“I have to go,” I said weakly, not meaning it for a second.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he said in the same growling voice as before, and as he did, he plunged a little deeper, pressing me open. It felt as though my entire lower body had melted into hot goo, and that I was pouring all over his hands, unable to contain myself.

The wind outside had grown stronger and was rattling at the windows.

His fingers pumped more aggressively now, and he anchored my body with his other hand. I couldn’t speak, even if I had had something to say, but I mumbled some vague protest to the wall, not really believing that his fingers could do what they were clearly doing to me.

“I’ve never done this before…” I sputtered, and it was true. I had never felt so hot, so wet and so completely at someone’s mercy.

To my surprise he spoke softly and firmly into my ear in a new voice; a gentle, caring voice, “Just relax. It’s OK. Trust me. You’re going to come soon. And when you do, I’m going to make you squirt. But you’re not going to do that just yet, ok? Not until I say.” I was so delirious with pleasure I could only nod mutely at his instruction. I relaxed deeper into the sensation. Something wet and full and luscious was growing inside me, sending shivering twitches all up and down my legs. I badly wanted to come, right there and then all over this stranger’s fingers, but I held back, and he patiently edged me closer and closer, holding my quaking body with one hand and ratcheting up my pleasure with the other.

“I want to come now,” I begged, my body about to burst.

“No. Not yet. Stay here with me. Don’t come yet.”

“Please,” I said and felt my body shuddering with the effort.

Before the word was completely out my mouth I felt his fingers pull out of me and in a split second he rammed his cock where they had been. It was so astonishingly quick, that I gasped silently and arched my back. My body clenched around him, and the growing ache reached fever pitch. A cascade of pleasure rushed over me. I felt as though I was unimaginably high on the apex of a roller coaster, pausing there for a second to gaze down at the long, long way I was going to fall… my heart stopped and stars twinkled and buzzed behind my eyelids. He breathed hard into my neck.

“Come for me,” he said.

I didn’t need any more encouragement.

With a single, very deep thrust he plunged me over the abyss, and everything that I had been holding onto slipped away in one rushing, blissful flood. He yanked his cock out and gripped my body firmly as I shook. To my amazement, torrents of liquid were gushing out from me, spraying him, my legs, the floor… I held onto him tightly, all of my body convulsing from its very core, the liquid never seeming to end. Every muscle cried out and pulsed, and my body rocked with an orgasm that threatened to break me apart.

I stood with his arms wrapped around me, panting. I felt emptied out; my entire body limp with the release of the most thrilling tension. He held me there, still pinned to the wall. I glanced behind me and saw his stiff cock, doused in a thick sheen of the same liquid, the flat of his belly glistening.

“Good girl” he said playfully, and slapped my ass.

I nearly laughed out loud. We both collapsed onto the floor, me more exhausted than I had ever been in my life. 

“Wow …I’ve never …I didn’t know …I …” I stammered, trying to compose myself, to make sense of what had just happened.

“Shh!” he said, kissing me sweetly and smiling. “I bet you’ve forgotten about your burn, haven’t you?”

I lay back and closed my eyes, body still buzzing. It was though some new corridor of pleasure had opened up inside me, and I had come with every last atom of my body, hard, from the top of my head to my now wet toes. Floods of peaceful bliss washed over me. The wind outside sounded rough and dangerous, but inside I was warm and gooey and happy. I giggled.

“Looks like we’ll need another towel” I said.

He jumped up, looking for one, careful to avoid the previous puddle of chamomile tea.

“This place is a mess. Can I, uh, make you a proper cup of tea now? And where are those horrible knickers of yours?” he said.

“That’s weird. I swear I just saw them over here …it seems we’ve lost them…”

THE END –

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CRAVE
A Bad Boy Romance

By Gabi Moore

Kassie frowned as she walked through the building. Her footsteps echoed on the concrete floor, the sound bouncing off the partly built walls as though mocking her and her frustration.

Her father had finally allowed her to be in charge of the new office build, and so far it had been one disaster after another. The building suppliers had sent the wrong materials first, and she’d had a fight on her hands getting them to admit their mistake and send the right stuff. Then the on-site foreman had fallen off a ladder and broken his leg, and Kassie had had to find someone else to take his place.

She looked around her once more. It didn’t look as though the new guy had actually got much accomplished either. There were tools scattered everywhere, but no sign of any men actually working.
So much for the guy being the best in the business
, she thought to herself as she walked towards the scaffolding at the back of the cavernous office building. Shawn had been recommended to her by a few sources, and everyone had said that he was the man for the job, but all she was seeing was disarray and no evidence of his so-called skill.

Picking up a hardhat she pulled it down over her auburn curls with another frustrated sigh. It was probably just as well he wasn’t here. His first impression of her wouldn’t have been favorable, just like her first impression of him was not a good one.
You’d think he’d make sure the men were working even if he wasn’t,
she thought sourly. She was definitely going to have a few words with him, if he ever turned up, of course. She picked up her notepad and started to walk deeper into the building, making notes as she went and completely losing track of time until a deep voice caught her attention and made her jump.

She’d hired Shawn over the phone and as such had never met him in person before. She hadn’t known what she’d been expecting, but the hulk of a man walking towards her was definitely not it. He stood at least six and a half feet tall, and the width of his shoulders was just as impressive as his height. Like her, he wore a hardhat but she could see that he had long black hair that was tied back in a masculine ponytail, if there was such a thing.

“You must be Kassie.” His tone was friendly as he walked towards her with an easy gait, his hand outstretched as though to shake hers when he reached her. She wasn’t quite so easily placated though, and rather than place her hand in his she just looked down at it and then up into his face with a haughty expression.

“And you must be Shawn. You’re late.” Her voice was as cold as her expression was, and he was left in no doubt as to just how pissed off she was at him. “When I make an appointment to see people, I expect them to be on time. And where is the crew? They should be here working.”

She watched as Shawn’s deep grey eyes darkened along with his expression. “You didn’t specify where exactly in the building you wanted to meet up. I’ve actually been here for a few hours already.” He had a husky southern drawl that sent shivers of awareness running up Kassie’s spine, and she resolutely straightened her back and turned her coldest glare on him.

“That doesn’t explain where the crew are and why there’s no work going on.” She deliberately made sure not to apologize to him for the misunderstanding, not wanting to show him any signs of weakness. “They won’t get paid if they don’t work.”

“They won’t get paid at all. I sent them all home. None of them were suitable for this kind of job, and I like to bring in my own team when I’m working to a deadline.” He raised an eyebrow imperiously at her, almost as though daring her to disagree with him. “Don’t worry, you’re not going to lose any money and the work will get done a lot faster by using my own men. Besides, I thought that we should have our meeting and make sure that we’re both on the same page before I actually put them to work. Neither one of us wants to waste any time on stupid mistakes and misunderstandings, do we?”

Kassie could feel herself starting to blush, and she inwardly cursed herself for it. His smile as he turned away from her indicated that he was all too aware that he’d won this round, but it made her even more determined to make sure that he figured out really quickly that she was the boss here. She watched as he walked across to the large windowed wall, subconsciously admiring his firm ass and long legs as he walked. His close-fitting jeans and heavy work boots just seemed to make him look even more masculine and she mentally drooled at the sight of him. The fleeting thought that he would look even better undressed was pushed out of her mind as quickly as possible as she rushed to catch up with him on legs that were quite a few inches shorter than his.

“Let’s get something straight, shall we? You might be the foreman, but I shouldn’t have to remind you that I am your boss, so please don’t forget that and we’ll get along just fine.” She was quite proud of the fact that she kept her voice steady, because she was shaking like a leaf inside. She hated confrontation, but there was no way she was going to back down or show any kind of weakness. Not on the first job her dad had let her take charge on, and certainly not to this man.

Shawn didn’t say a word. He just turned his head, looked at her with a thoughtful look in his eyes and gave a curt nod. They both stood facing each other, and then he smiled in a way that made her think that she may have won the battle, but the war was most definitely not over. “I’ve arranged for my crew to be here in an hour, so if it’s okay with you,
boss
, shall we get on with things?”

She felt her blood start to boil all over again at the sarcastic way he called her boss, but she decided to take the higher ground and ignore it. Nodding her head in agreement she opened her notepad and started to go through the job specs with him, gaining a new appreciation for him as he gave her valid feedback on certain things that she wouldn’t have considered usually. They disagreed over a few matters, but they managed to reach an amicable solution to most of them, much to Kassie’s relief.

They were just finishing up going over the floor plans when Shawn’s crew arrived, and after a few words from their foreman they quickly got to work while he and Kassie walked outside to discuss the last few matters that needed sorting out. She blinked against the bright sunlight and removed her hardhat, letting her curls tumble around her shoulders in glorious disarray. She was busy looking at her notebook so she missed the look that crossed Shawn’s face as he saw her properly for the first time. While they had been indoors it had been dim and he hadn’t managed to get a good look at her, but out here with her hat off and the sun shining she almost took his breath away.

When he had first met her he had wanted to bend her over his knee and spank some sense into her spoilt, rich girl ass. Now he wanted to do the same thing, but for a totally different reason. He adjusted his stance uncomfortably to try and ease the ache that had sprung up between his legs. He was all for having some sexual fun with a beautiful woman, but she was his boss, as she’d reminded him on more than one occasion already, and the last thing he needed was the complications that would arise if he tried to teach her a lesson or two sexually. But, God, he was tempted. He was very tempted.

He watched her as she opened up the blueprints and spread them over the hood of her car, bending over as she pointed something out to him, and he had to give himself a mental shake to get his mind out of the gutter. Did she have any idea just how provocative she looked bent that way, with her legs straight and her ass just ripe for the taking, he wondered to himself. The fact that she was wearing skin-tight jeans tucked into work boots only seemed to add to the seductive picture.

He brought his attention back to what she was saying, his mind quickly filling in the blanks of what she had been saying while he had been thinking about doing all kinds of bad things to her. “Wait a minute. Say that again. You want stage one to be completed by when?”