Tempt The Playboy Read Online Natasha Madison (Tempt #2)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Funny, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Tempt Series by Natasha Madison
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Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 82472 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
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The sound of flesh slapping together fills the room while my hand finally plays with my clit, rubbing it from side to side. I hear screaming, moaning, and finally a roar as I come. I don’t know who is screaming or roaring more, me or Noah. But he doesn’t let up, pounding into me until my pussy is pulsing over him, until I don’t think I can breathe anymore. Until we both lie here, me on my stomach, him now on his back, my mouth dry, my eyes closed just a touch. I’ve never been fucked into almost unconsciousness, and fuck me if I want to go back for more.

“I can’t move,” I tell him. “I do yoga for a living. I’m in a constant state of relaxation all the time, but this…” I smile, facing him, his eyes slowly closing.

“I know,” he says. “I just need a moment and we can go for round two. I just…” He looks over at me. “You drained me.” He smiles at me.

I watch him, waiting for his breathing to even out. I roll myself up, grabbing my dress and quietly slipping it on. I walk around, blowing out all the candles before picking up my purse. I look down at him, the discarded condom right next to him. He’s almost like one of those marble statues they have at the Louvre, perfectly sculpted except his penis is way nicer.

Turning around, I pick up my shoes, putting them in my purse. I walk to the door, opening it as quietly as I can and closing it softly. I make it to my car and home.

The house is dark as I unlock the door and walk upstairs. I see the light coming from under Lauren’s door, but I walk straight to my room instead. The night replays in my head over and over and over again. Sleep finally takes me sometime after 3 a.m., right after I hear the first bing.

Chapter Nine

Noah

My eyes suddenly flutter open. The room is in darkness. My body feels like it’s a damn gummy worm. I stretch my arms out to find Kaleigh, coming up empty. I rise up, my eyes adjusting to the darkness. I slowly climb to my feet. I walk to the kitchen to see if maybe she is there. After looking there and the bathroom on that floor, I make my way upstairs to my bedroom. Nothing. With my hands on my hips, I go see if maybe she is in the bathroom upstairs.

“There is no way she took off,” I say to the room, because the truth is, deep down inside I know she bailed. I run back down the stairs, looking out to see that her car is long gone. Walking to the kitchen, I pick up my phone and send her a text.

Where are you?

I toss the phone on the counter, walking to the fridge, opening it up, and grabbing the orange juice. After drinking from the container, I close the light and make my way upstairs, slipping into bed. I look up at the ceiling as I remember the night. It was beyond my wildest dreams. I’ve had sex so many times I can’t begin to count, but with Kaleigh it was like taking the roller coaster ride for the first time. The anticipation, your stomach dipping when it starts to climb, and then the scream when it finally plummets. Raising your hands in the air, letting the wind run through your hair. She knocked me on my ass. I swear. I couldn’t feel my knees and it’s a good thing that rug was there because I might have broken my kneecap. But why leave? I turn over, looking out the window. I mean, I’ve dipped and left before, sneaking out. Fuck, once I left my fucking shoes in the apartment and never went back. I don’t have time to think of anything else because sleep comes to take me. Waking three hours later, I roll over, shutting off the alarm.

My morning routine is much the same: run, shower, shave, leave. Walking downstairs, I pick up the discarded condom, tossing it in the garbage can. I go back, picking up the chocolate and whipped cream, tossing them out also. I check my phone to see if I got any messages and nothing. My message was delivered, but nothing about it being read. I shake my head, grabbing the fruit baskets and buckling them in the car.

Once I arrive at the office, I get out and call over the parking assistant, asking him to have the three fruit baskets delivered to the floor. Once I toss him my keys, my phone beeps in my pocket. I pull it out and see it’s from Kaleigh.

Had to get home. Had fun. Let’s catch up soon!


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