Page 11 of Tempt Me

I freeze, my pulse suddenly racing. A few hours ago, he was dangerously sexy in a black T-shirt and jeans, but now, in a black tux, he’s downright lethal.

“What... what are you doing here?” I manage to stammer. We’re alone in the courtyard, noise drifting out from the party, far away.

“Supporting the orchestra,” Jase says in his sexy accent.

“You like classical music?” I blink.

“Why is that surprising?” Jase looks amused. “You think a man like me can’t enjoy the finer things?”

I blush. “No,” I say quickly. “I just didn’t... I guess I shouldn’t have assumed.” I look at him again, intrigued. “Who are your favorite composers?”

“I run to Mozart sometimes,” he says casually, leaning against the wall beside me. “Schubert is relaxing. And Handel, of course.” His gaze doesn’t waver, teasing. “I like to save that for a good, hard fuck.”

My heart stops—and blood rushes through my body. “What did you just say?” I blink in disbelief.

Jase’s gaze doesn’t waver. His eyes are on me, hot. “You heard me.”

I swallow. Suddenly, I can feel the heat everywhere. “You can’t go around talking like that.” My voice comes out a whisper.

“Why not?” Jase steps closer, and somehow, I can’t move. He fixes those blue eyes on me, and I shiver. “You like it when I talk dirty.”

“What? No!”

“Oh yeah?” Jase reaches out and slowly, deliberately tucks a piece of hair behind my ears. “So if I said I’ve been imagining your lips wrapped around my cock since the moment we met, it wouldn’t make you wet?”

I open my mouth to deny it—but my body has other plans. I feel my thighs tighten, and that heat spiral lower. All the way down.

Oh God, he’s right.

Jase leans closer, until his voice is low and sexy in my ear. “What about if I touched you? Slipped that dress up and stroked your clit until you’re begging for it.”

Lust crashes through me. I can’t believe what he’s saying, I should pull away, but somehow I’m frozen in place.

Jase chuckles, like he knows how turned on I am right now. “That’s right, darlin’. I could make you come with just one finger, but we both know, you’ll like it better with two. Thick inside you, pulsing just right. Do you want that, Chloe? Knuckles-deep, stretching you out, getting you ready to take all of my cock.”

I shiver. I can almost feel his hands on me, even though he’s not touching me at all.

His mouth on my skin.

His body hard against me.

His hands, possessing me. Demanding. Fingers sliding deep inside—

Laughter suddenly echoes from the open doors, and I snap back to reality.

What the hell are you doing?

I jolt back, out of reach. “You’re wrong.” I shake my head, trying to shake off his hypnotic promise. “I don’t know what you think, but you’ve got the wrong idea about me.”

“I don’t think I do, love.” Jase gives me a smug grin. “Because your lips can lie all they want, but your body always tells the truth.”

His gaze slides over me, triumphant. I glance down, and find my nipples pressing stiff against my dress, broadcasting my desire to the world. I cross my arms quickly.

“It’s cold out!”

“Keep telling yourself that.” He winks. “But when you’re in bed tonight, slipping a naughty hand between those thighs, you’ll be thinking about this, right now. And I can guarantee you’ll wish you’d stayed a little longer.”

“That’s not true,” I insist, guilty. I turn to leave, but his voice follows me out.

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