MrTemptation by Annabelle Weston Read Free Book Online

his body. Every single naughty thought she’d
had when first seeing him, the thoughts she’d been fighting for over an hour,
crept back into her mind.
    His breath was warm on her neck as he stood there. How
quickly an act of courtesy turned her thoughts to sex. She wished she could
turn, wrap her arms around his neck and kiss him. She needed the connection,
she needed to be close to someone, especially now. He could take her away, if
only for a few minutes. Her heart sped up, her breath caught in her throat.
    She turned, no longer able to control her desire for him,
and was caught in his intense gaze. He wanted her too. He stepped closer, so
close she could smell him.
    The sweet smell of his aftershave was intoxicating. She
found herself breathing his scent in, wanting more.
    She had been so busy at school, she hadn’t had time for a
relationship. Now she found herself filled with a strong need, a longing that
gnawed at her from the inside. He was so close…beyond what was appropriate. She
fought the overwhelming desire to slide her arms around his waist and press her
body into his. To feel the length of his corded muscles against her. To have
his warmth seep into her flesh.
    His eyes clouded with lust. His eyelids lowered as he boldly
raked his smoldering gaze over her body, and her nipples hardened in reaction.
She watched his eyes linger on the two taut buds that strained against her
shirt.
    Her nipples ached with the need for him to touch her. If
possible, they hardened all the more, practically begging for him to brush his
thumb, or better yet his tongue, over the sensitive peaks.
    Cadence’s lips parted. Her nerves were firing like mad.
Zings of pleasure formed between her thighs. She was growing slick with need.
    Ever so slowly, he returned that gaze to her face. A
devilish smile lifted the corner of his mouth and he raised an inviting
eyebrow.
    She wanted to press her breasts against his broad chest,
wanted him to grab her, kiss her, place his soft, wet lips on her neck and then
lower to suckle on the sensitive tips of her breasts. He could bend her over
the table, slide his thick cock inside her, she wouldn’t argue, she’d relish
it. Her pussy clenched at the thought, feeling empty all of a sudden.
    Her breath quickened as she shyly smiled back. This had to
stop. She’d be stripping bare in a moment and offering up her goods for him to
plunder. She turned from him, embarrassed, knowing he must have seen each
thought that crossed her mind, even if he had looked at her approvingly. She
hadn’t missed the raw desire in his face, the invitation to enjoy the pleasures
he was offering. Oh, how she wanted to give in.
    Her face colored as more erotic thoughts, long dormant,
surfaced—her sprawled over the table, his face between her thighs. Her riding
him in a chair. Her kneeling before him, his cock deep in her throat.
    She fought hard to keep the moan in her throat at bay.
Normally she was so reserved. What was this man doing to her?
    “Thank you, Preston. I’ll call you in the morning,” she
choked out. She picked up her purse.
    “Wait, Cadence.”
    She stopped short of the door and squeezed her eyes closed. Just
go! You can’t do this. Despite her conscience telling her to leave, she
didn’t. But she didn’t turn around either. Instead she looked over her
shoulder.
    “I’ll go with you.”
    She was surprised, tried to play it off. He couldn’t be
going with her in hopes of sleeping with her. Could he? “Is that part of the
service?”
    He frowned. She’d offended him. Half of her wondered if he
treated all his female clients with this kind of attention and the other half
wondered—what difference did it make?
    He was hot and he was interested in her. She’d be an idiot
to say no to him.
    She decided to take that ride. Why not? She didn’t want to
be alone just yet. Why was she fighting her desire for him anyway? It wouldn’t
lead anywhere, except to pleasure.
    She smiled at him, glad she