Page 14 of Tempt Her

By his mouth. By the perfect bow in his blush-colored lips. By how they look so soft and full. By his white teeth in his wide grin shining bright against his light brown skin.

He’s so sexy yet familiar, which is so damn weird because I’ve never seen this man before. Though somewhere in my lonely heart, standing so close to him, it beats fast but secure, like going home after so long.

“I’ll call you Stacey,” he replies, caressing each letter in my name with focused attention, “if you call me Mateo.”

“I’ll be happy to,Mateo.”

“Even in front ofthe boss? Both of them?” His eyebrow rises cautiously, asking me how far we’ll push this little line that can snap back and break a neck.

Mateo’s wise.

He read the room yesterday when Gentry was here, probably from when I answered the door with tears in my eyes. He’s asking me to reconsider. Not for his sake; for mine.

“No,” I answer, unwilling to risk Mateo’s job. “I can handleyourboss. Whether he likes it or not,”—the fact makes me smile—“Ford Alexander works forme. But as far as the senator goes, it’s a game, and we know the rules. Are we clear, Mateo?”

“Crystal,” Mateo answers, “Staayyccee.”

His voice caresses my name again, drawing out the syllables like he likes the taste of me in his mouth.

It’s in his eyes, lying me back on a bed. It’s in his lips, tickling my hip bone before his breath steams over the lace of my thong. It’s in his long thick fingers exploring my sex before his tongue does the same. It’s all in his deep gaze, studying me like his favorite subject.

“What about me?” A deep voice croons from over my shoulder. “You gonna call me Luke when the bosses aren’t around too?”

I swear, when I turn to him, Luke’s eyelashes flutter like a doe. Like he can seduce you to mate, but then he’s got a body like a prize stag that will fuck you any way his feral nature demands... holy shit, this young man is hot.

And he knows it, but it’s like he’s not quite sure how to wear it. Like his beauty is a new toy, he hasn’t enjoyed it yet… but wants to.

He wants me to play with him too.

Suddenly, standing between these two men—with Mateo’s seduction on one side and Luke’s flirtation on the other—the air on my bare legs prickles my thighs.

I’m so aware of my exposed skin.

Of my ribs starting to heave. Respectfully, neither man gawks at my breasts, but I know they can’t avoid them. My excited lungs make them lift on my chest while my mind is well aware that this dress is demure with its bright tropical print and full kimono sleeves, but its hem is very short. It falls just below where my lace thong feels so thin… and now… so wet.

What is happening to me?

I love it.

“Yes,” I sigh. “I’ll call you Luke and Mateo.”

Something snaps in me, a link breaking in the chain that’s bound my life to a controlling man for too long.

It makes me braver. Daring as I turn on my heels and walk up the stairs knowing with the flutter of this short dress, they’ll get peeks of much more.

At the top of the landing, I glance back, and yes,they’re watching me.And yes… it wets my pussy even more.

“Gentlemen,” I say as I disappear from their view, letting them hear exactly what I’m about to do to my pussy. It temps through the tone in my voice. “I’ll be saying both your names whenever it pleases me.”

CHAPTERFOUR

Alone with You by Phebe Starr

Dragging the wet, white edge of my two-inch angled paintbrush, I don’t need tape to cut in between the wall and the crown molding.

It’s the Zen of painting; I love it.

Tucking my earbuds in, I listen to audiobooks while I work. It keeps memories I don’t want from sliding into my tormented mind.

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