Page 51 of Tempt Me

18.

JASE

That’s how you do it.

All night, balls-deep, until they’re screaming for mercy.

Chloe tried to resist me for too long, but I showed her what she’d been missing. And I made damn sure she’ll never take another cock without thinking about me—and wishing I was the one she had giving it to her hard and deep, all the way to the hilt.

Yeah, I gave her a night she’ll never forget. I should feel like a fucking champion, but instead I’m on edge. Tense. Still wound as tight as before Chloe wrapped her sweet lips around my cock and gave me the release I’d been waiting for.

I saw. I conquered. I came.

Game over.

At least, that’s the way it’s supposed to go. A couple of rounds in bed—or up against the wall—and then I’m onto the next girl without a backwards look. The thrill of the chase doesn’t last past morning, and you better believe I don’t stick around once I’m done with the only thing that matters:

The feel of your slippery cunt clutching around me. The sound of your screams as I make you beg for just another inch.

I keep things simple. Easy. And I never come back for more.

So why can’t I get Chloe out of my head? Last night was a fucking revelation, but I haven’t even started with her yet. For the first time in my life, I want more.

More of her body. More of that sweet, juicy mouth. And more of the way she looks at me—that total trust and complete surrender. I’ve never felt anything like the power I feel when I’m holding her down, making her scream my name like it’s the only one she’ll ever need. It’s primal, the way I want to own her.

So what the fuck’s happened to me?

See you tonight?

A text comes while I try to focus on some work. Chloe. Followed by another.

You owe me a pair of panties, but I’ll settle for another orgasm ;)

I get hard just thinking about it. Fuck. My phone rings, and I answer without looking.

“Couldn’t wait for tonight, huh?” I grin, imagining her. “How about you skip the panties altogether. I want you wet and ready for me from the minute you walk in that door.”

“Thanks, but I think I’ll pass,” a smug male voice replies, and it’s like an ice bath emptying over my cock.

Not Chloe.

Definitely not Chloe.

“Maxwell,” I answer through gritted teeth. “I thought I was done with you.”

“The hundred Gs I deposited in your account yesterday says otherwise.”

What? I click through to my bank website, and check the account. Sure enough, the transfer went through—right about the time Chloe showed up on my doorstep, begging me to fuck her like this limp dick never could.

I fucked him right out of her life, and now I need him to fuck off out of mine.

“I don’t want your money,” I tell him, pissed. “I’ll reverse the transaction, end of story.”

“Why? It sounds like you’re proving excellent value. That was my fiancée you thought you were talking to just now, was it not?”

“Ex-fiancée.” I can’t stop correcting him, and he laughs.

“So you have spoken to her. I wondered if that breakup voicemail she left me was because of you. Well, congratulations are in order. I appreciate the stellar work.”

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