Page 1 of Tempt Me

Chapter One

My feet froze to the floor. My breath trapped in my throat, and my heart was set to explode as my gaze swept from Finn the Irishman to the beautiful young seductress sitting on the bed with her hand around his cock.

He was naked, and she wore just a pair of French knickers.

The two complete strangers were barely three feet away.

And I couldn’t believe what I was about to do.

With my heart thundering in my chest, I reached behind my back and flicked off my bra. That one simple move confirmed I was staying right here with them.

Not only that, removing my bra revealed a hell of a lot more about me than just my breasts.

Being topless in front of these strangers was somehow horrifying and titillating at the same time.

While looking at me, the woman carried on caressing Finn’s cock as if she were just patting a puppy.

I should leave.

And yet I couldn’t make my feet move. My eyes were glued to the sexy couple and my mind couldn’t catch up with what was happening.

The woman leaned forward and wrapped her lips around his cock.

Finn’s entire body tensed.

His focus remained on me, and when our eyes met, he smiled. The way he looked at me, literally devouring me with his gaze, made my knees weaken as a steady beat pulsed from my clit.

The woman stopped sucking Finn’s cock with a loud smacking noise. When her eyes turned to me, I suddenly felt very naked. I’d never had a woman look at me like this, and I couldn’t decide if I liked it.

“Are you going to join us?” she asked.

Words were impossible to form.

My mind swooped between abundant possibilities as I shook my head.

“Your loss; he’s an incredible fuck.”

The way she said that convinced me their relationship was forbidden. One or both of them were having an affair, and this, whatever this was, was a complete secret.

Just like me being here. A complete secret. Nobody. . . not even Lolly, would learn of this one.

I hope!

Finn eased the woman backward onto the crumpled sheets, but he remained standing beside the bed. He tugged her French knickers from her body and flung them toward me. This time, the woman watched me as Finn fell to his knees and lowered his head between her legs.

Her eyes rolled. Her hips raised to meet him. A gasp tumbled from her mouth.

A moan tumbled from mine.

She spread her legs wide, allowing me to watch the show, and I could just see his tongue gliding up over the pink folds of her sex. At the swollen nub at the top of her pussy, he flicked his tongue, and she writhed on the sheets like he was teasing every nerve in her body.

When Finn moaned as if he was tasting the most delicious dessert in the world, the woman clutched the bed sheets and tore them from their fittings.

The sight of them, their sounds, the heady tang of their sex, their unbridled passion—all of it shredded my inhibitions.

I drove my fingers into my panties and found my pulsing pussy. I was wet, hot, and so ready to get my rocks off. My legs threatened to buckle as I plunged my fingers deep into myself.

I clutched the dining table and bent my knees in time to the rhythm of each thrust of my fingers.

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