“Amber, Amber, fuck, baby! I’m gonna come. Let me jerk it onto your tits.”
I popped my mouth off with a little groan and placed my chest where he wanted it. His eyes were wild with passion as he jerked his cock against my tits. He choked out a desperate sound as the first blast of hot come hit my right nipple, then bellowed my name as each succeeding burst hit my chest. When it was over I sat back up on my knees and rubbed it in while he watched through lust filled eyes.
“Keep doing that and we won’t make it down to the restaurant for dinner.”
I grinned and wiggled my eyebrows. “So this will be a repeat of all our other nonstop sex honeymoons?”
“Count on it,” he laughed as I changed my position and curled up against his side.
“How about we take the next round to the shower?”
“Anywhere, anytime,” he said huskily. “You just need to give me that look you give when you want it and I’m hard.”
“Look?” I questioned cheekily, already knowing the answer.
“Just another part of Amber’s Allure,” he answered with a grin. “You know I’m powerless against it.”
I smiled as I traced my finger in circles on his abdomen, my happily ever after more than I could ever have dreamt of.
THE END
Sin’s Temptation
SIN’S TEMPTATION
Prologue
Jordan
“Even though this piece is about your business success, I’d be remiss if I didn’t ask you some personal questions.”
I was lucky the interview was being conducted over the phone and not a face-to-face. It meant he didn’t see when I rolled my eyes.
“Fire away.”
“I can find no record of you having a steady girlfriend, at least not since you became a success.”
“That isn’t a question,” I said dryly.
“Oh! Well…” the reporter on the other end of the line spluttered for a few seconds, seemingly unable to think of how to frame his question.
I let him flounder. Cruel? Maybe. I didn’t care. I wasn’t about to help him. People were nosy as fuck, and I thought the question was completely unnecessary. The only reason anyone gave a damn about my relationship status was due to my wealth. If I were a custodian no one would have cared.
“What I’m trying to ask is, do you have a girlfriend?”
I couldn’t contain my snort. “No.”
“Is there a particular reason why?”
Again, I rolled my eyes. I loathed the way people felt they needed to dig in for answers to stupid questions.
“This is where you want me to say something along the lines of I haven’t met the right woman yet or something,” I snickered. “Go ahead and print that very thing if you want, but it isn’t the case with me. The truth is, I don’t do relationships because I think it would be shitty to let someone believe for even a second it might lead to marriage.”
I shuddered as I said it. The concept of marriage made me seriously uncomfortable. Agreeing to commit to one woman for the rest of my life?
I’d never met anyone I wanted to spend a month with, much less a lifetime. I knew with absolute certainty I’d be a shitty boyfriend and a poor husband. After all, I’d learned what I’d lived.
“You’re anti-marriage?” the reporter queried.
“Not for anyone who wants that life,” I answered. “It just isn’t for me personally.”
I’d seen the dark side of marriage, knew all too well what the fallout looked like.
“In your position, I wouldn’t want to settle down either,” he said enviously. “You’ve got it damn good.”
My lips quirked and I nodded to myself.
“Life is great,” I confirmed.
So great, I didn’t think it was even conceivable that it could be even better. No commitments, no entanglements, no children caught in the crossfire between raging parents.
I damn sure intended to keep it that way.
Chapter One
Jordan
I’m sure you’re wondering, so I’m going to get confirmation out of the way. Yes, it’s me, Jordan Sinclair, otherwise known as Mr. Sin. Chances are, you’ve had many an orgasm because of me. You’re welcome for those, by the way.
Yes, I really was this cocky of an asshole.
Don’t worry.
I change.
That’s what love does when it reworks you from the inside out, filling in all your jagged places.
My career began with my line of thrusters—powerful sex machines controllable by phone or tablet that will fuck you until you’re mindless. I invented that little gem during the first semester of college. By the time I graduated, I’d made my first million. The sex business was always booming, and I’d charted a course to get my fair share. I succeeded beyond my wildest expectations.
Quite often I was questioned as to why I had chosen a sex toy business. My professional answer was that I’d seen a hole in the market and stepped in to fill the void. Pun intended.
The real answer was far more straightforward.