Page 13 of Tempt Me

6.

JASE

I can’t stop thinking about Chloe. Even with that blonde from the bar straddling me, gyrating her wet pussy up and down my dick like it’s a goddamn Twizzler, I can’t get those soulful brown eyes out of my mind.

“Oh my god!” The blonde’s shrieks go up another level, her epic breasts bouncing as she rocks. I grip those babies tight, sucking a stuff nipple in my mouth, but still, it’s not her body I’m imagining.

Lithe, long legs. Small, pert tits. Those pretty little nipples that played peek-a-boo with her silky dress—

Focus, Jase. It’s not like you to lose your head.

I thrust up into the blonde, deep, and I’m rewarded with another scream. Man, this girl likes to make a racket, but hey, I’m not complaining. With every moan, she clenches around my cock, getting me closer to the climax that’s the only goddamn thing that can wipe Chloe Archer from my mind.

There’s nothing special about Chloe, I tell myself. Hot, willing girls are a dime a dozen. Good, quick fucks come even cheaper.

Like this one.

I flip the blonde suddenly, rolling her onto her back. Now I’m pounding balls-deep, all the way to the hilt, so hard her headboard crashes with every thrust.

“Ohmygod!” she screams again. “Ohmygodohmygod!”

She’s flailing like nobody’s ever fucked her this deep, and maybe they haven’t, but that’s not my problem. Not tonight. I tune her out, focusing everything on the slick grip of her pussy and the tension building, hard in my balls now, that tell-tale tingling spreading to my root. I’m close, fuck, so close.

I close my eyes and picture Chloe instead.

God, the way her cheeks burned up as I whispered in her ear, how her breath slowed to those shallow little pants. It was intoxicating: She wanted me, every filthy moment I promised her: my fingers thrusting thick inside her, making her beg for it like never before. But I wouldn’t give it to her right away. No, I’d make her wait. Savor every taste. Lick those pretty breasts until she’s moaning. Find out how she likes her clit stroked, the sweet rhythm that would take her to the edge and back.

Yeah, I could have hours of fun with that lithe body, teach her limits she doesn’t even realize exist. I bet she’d make a pretty picture with my cum painted over her naked breasts, or better yet, dripping from that sweet, innocent mouth—

The image pushes me over the edge, and fuck it, I explode. Grinding up inside of her, unleashing hard and fast as she spasms around me, screaming.

But when I finally pull myself together and open my eyes, the blonde is gazing up at me. “That was incredible,” she whispers, and reality comes crashing back.

Shit.

Right fantasy, wrong cunt.

I roll away. “You weren’t so bad yourself.” I wink, then go searching for my clothes.

“You don’t have to go.” She props herself up, bare breasts hanging free. “Stay the night. I make a great omelet...” she says right on cue.

It’s always the same. They’re always up for a no-strings quickie—until they know what a Jase Banner orgasm feels like. Then it’s nothing but rope and bungee cord, trying to tie me down for another round.

“I’m sure you do, love. But I’m not a breakfast guy. That’s why I gave it to you good enough to last until morning.” I give her a slap on the arse to let her down easy, and her pout turns into a giggle.

“Maybe some other time?”

“I’ll call you,” I say, then make a quick exit before she realizes I never took her number.

*

The next morning, I drag my hungover arse out of bed and hit the streets for a run. I head down to the River Charles and pound the path that winds around the bay, pushing myself harder. I need to clear my head. This Chloe girl has thrown me off my game, and I don’t like losing control.

But I can’t figure it out: what’s her deal? At the party, she was the most beautiful woman in the room, but she was hiding out in the shadows like she didn’t want the attention. And watching her with Maxwell Mainwaring, something didn’t add up. Sure, he was making all the right moves, but it didn’t look like they were madly in love.

Because she’s after the money, stupid.

Either she’s a gold-digger, or lying to herself about happily-ever-after. Either way, she’s off the table. I don’t fuck up cases by sticking my dick places it shouldn’t go. A hot client? Maybe. But the subject of my investigation? Never.

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