Page 42 of Tempted By Eden

“Good girl,” I growl, unable to stop myself praising her.

She moans softly, arching her back just enough to offer herself to me completely, and that’s all the invitation I need. I position myself behind her, my cock hard and throbbing as I thrust into her with a single, deep stroke.

She gasps, her body jerking forward, and I still for a moment, letting her adjust to my size.

The tight heat of her sears me, delivering a rush of ecstasy that nearly unravels my control. But when she pushes back against me, her body telling me she’s ready, I start to move. I grip her hips hard, holding her steady as I drive into her with relentless force. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the office, mingling with her breathy moans.

Her moans—fuck. They’re the most intoxicating thing I’ve ever heard. She’s so responsive, so eager. Every movement, every sound she makes fuels the fire burning inside me.

Her hair slips easily through my fingers as I gather it in one hand, tugging just hard enough to make her gasp. The sound—it’s everything I need. Her body reacts instantly, arching against me, trembling as I drive into her harder, deeper. Every moan, every sharp intake of breath pushes me closer to oblivion, but I hold back, savoring the way she quivers beneath me, how she’s helpless against the force of her own pleasure.

“Look at me.” I turn her head until her eyes meet mine. They’re wide, glazed with need. “You like this, don’t you?”

She doesn’t answer with words—she doesn’t have to. Her body answers for her, clenching around me with a tight, slick heat that makes my head spin.

She’s close.So close.

The sensation of her pulsing around me, the way she’s completely mine in this moment—it’s too much. Yet it’s not enough.

With my free hand I slap her ass, hard, and the sharp cry she lets out sends another shot of electricity to my balls.

I could do this forever.

“You ready to come for me?” I grit out.

“Yesss,” she wails.

Her body tenses, her muscles contracting as she hurtles toward the brink. I pick up the pace, thrusting faster, harder, chasing that moment when she falls apart in my hands.

And then it happens—her body convulses, her pussy gripping me in a tight vice as she shudders through her orgasm. The sight, the feel of her coming around me, is enough to push me over the cliff with her. With a final, deep thrust, I explode inside her, groaning through my release as pleasure surges through me.

For a few moments, the only sound in the room is our shuddering breaths. My chest is heaving, my mind reeling, struggling to make sense of anything beyond the fog of pleasure.

Slowly I pull out, careful not to hurt her, and after tossing the condom, I grab a few tissues from my desk drawer. Cora stays bent over the desk, her body still trembling with aftershocks as I gently wipe her clean. When I’m done, I pull her panties back into place and smooth down her dress, my fingers brushing over her flushed skin.

She doesn’t move for a second, catching her breath, but when she finally pushes up and turns around to face me, there’s a serene smile on her lips, and her eyes are half-mast.

God, she’s beautiful.

Before I can stop myself, I lean in, pressing my lips to hers. The kiss is soft—too soft. It’s not the way I planned for this to end. I pull back quickly at the realization that maybe she’s starting to mean something to me. The look in her eyes makes me want to dive back in.

“Dinner. Tonight.” The words slip out, more an order than a question. But there’s a vulnerability beneath the command, a silent plea that I hope she doesn’t notice.

She pauses, eyebrows slowly rising, then her face breaks into one of those bright, beaming smiles that steals the air from my lungs. “Is that an invitation or a demand, sir?”

My breath returns with a shaky inhale. “Does it matter?”

Chapter twenty-three

Cora

Looking at my reflectionin the mirror, I can’t stop smiling. It’s foreign, almost strange, to be this excited about a date. A real date. The kind where you’re wined and dined, and the banter is flirtatious and fun. My conversations these past few years have mainly featured phrases like “Put your shoes on, Leo” and “Take that out of your mouth, please.”I chuckle, shaking my head. I once caught Leo trying to eat dirt from one of my indoor plants when he was younger.

But this—tonight—is different. It’s been so long since I’ve been on a proper date that my hands tremble as I rummage through my wardrobe, looking for the perfect outfit to knock James’s socks off.

I’ve spent way too much time on my hair and makeup, carefully recreating the sultry look from Eden. My long hair flows down my back in soft waves, and the eyeliner frames my eyes just right.

It’s been a while since I’ve felt like this—alive, desirable, more than just a mom with a to-do list a mile long. I’ve forgotten what it’s like to be seen as a woman, to be looked at the way James looks at me. There’s a glint in his eyes that awakens an unfiltered need. Dangerous. Addictive. And I’m not sure how to balance that with everything else.

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