Tempted heart by karl coldron (popular romance novels txt) 📕

hard cock sliding deep into her while she moaned and shuddered below him.
She closed her eyes as a shiver of desire went down her body. Would he be rough or gentle? Would he ask permission or just take what he wanted? She bit at her lip. It was a stupid question - he would take what he wanted. He was a man who liked to be in control. She knew that much from working with him for the past six months. He radiated a combination of confidence and arrogance that she refused to admit turned her on.
The men she slept with were always the same type. Shy, maybe even a little timid, they were drawn to her self-confidence like bees to honey and they were always willing to give up control in the bedroom.
She enjoyed it. She loved seeing the look on their faces when she peeled off her bra for the first time. She loved the way they moaned when she rode them, keeping her own need under a tight band of control as she brought them closer and closer. She couldn’t even seem to give up that control when it came to her own orgasms. She controlled the pace, the need, and always came when she wanted to, not when they wanted her to.
Jason wouldn’t be like that, she thought hazily. He wouldn’t let her take control, wouldn’t allow her to decide when she came or how often. He would – she realized with horror that her nipples had tightened in her bra until they were hard pebbles.
She groaned inwardly. She hated losing control. Only one man had ever made her lose control - her first boyfriend. He had taken advantage of her willingness to do whatever it took to keep him, before finally dumping her in a spectacularly public fashion. She had vowed to never let a man control her emotions or thoughts again. Until the moment Jason Young joined their company, she had never wavered from that vow.
By the end of his first week she was hopelessly attracted to him despite her dislike for him. It didn’t matter how often she told herself that he was the exact opposite of what she wanted. It didn’t even seem to matter how rude he was to her, just looking at him made her nipples hard and her pussy wet.
She ran a trembling hand over her forehead, wiping away the perspiration and trying to control her thoughts. What she was thinking about was incredibly inappropriate and besides, he hated her. Nothing would ever happen between them.
She fanned herself again and decided that it was not her inappropriate thoughts that were making the elevator feel so warm. Although her boss still looked crisp and unflappable, she could see a drop of sweat rolling slowly down his neck. She had a brief image of licking that trickle of moisture from his tanned skin and a slow throb started between her thighs.
She realized he was watching her watch him, his face a mixture of amusement and something else she couldn’t read, and she blushed furiously. She could practically feel the blotchiness starting up on her chest and she stared down at the floor, hoping her still-hard nipples weren’t visible

through her blouse. She had to get a hold of herself. He might be handsome and his deep voice might send shivers down her spine, but she was determined to curb her attraction to him. He was an asshole, plain and simple.
She folded her arms over her ample chest and glanced around the elevator. “It’s really warm in here. Do you think there’s enough uh, oxygen?”
He smiled a little. “Why, Ms. Reid, I never took you for the claustrophobic type.”
“I’m not,” she argued. “I just don’t like being stuck in small places.”
“That, of course, being the very definition of a claustrophobic,” he said.
“Shut up,” she muttered testily. “Jesus, I hope it isn’t much longer.”
“Plans for the evening?” He raised one eyebrow at her.
“As a matter of fact, yes I do have plans - a birthday party for a good friend. Of course, it started over an hour ago. Unfortunately, I had to work late again.” She gave him another dirty look.
He stared calmly at her. “Be better at your job and you won’t have to stay so late.”
She gaped at him. “What did you say?”
He shrugged and leaned against the wall of the elevator. The late hour and the growing heat in the elevator had turned her neatly-pressed top and skirt into a wrinkled mess, and she could feel the moisture collecting on her body. In contrast, he looked as cool as a goddamn cucumber. Her irritation with him grew as he crossed his arms over his own chest, making his biceps bulge against his shirt.
“You heard me,” he said.
She stalked towards him. “How dare you! I work harder than anyone else in this company!”
He didn’t reply and her temper, already stretched and frayed, hit the breaking point. She poked him angrily in his hard chest. “What exactly is your problem with me, Mr. Young? Have I done something to offend you? Said something that somehow justifies your poor treatment of me?”
“I’m sure I have no idea what you mean,” he said.
“Bullshit!” She spat. “You’ve been an asshole to me almost from the moment you started working for this company. If you want to fire me, then go ahead and fire me. Or do you prefer to bully people into leaving?”
His eyes, a brilliant shade of dark blue that reminded her of the ocean, narrowed alarmingly and she took a small step back. “It’s not my problem if you can’t handle a bit of constructive criticism, Ms. Reid.”
“It’s more than constructive criticism and you know it,” she protested.
When he remained silent, she shook her head. “You know what? Forget it. There’s no point in trying to reason with you.”
She turned to storm back to the other side of the elevator. Her arm was grabbed, and she was twisted around and pushed back against the elevator wall. He pinned her body against the wall with his own and cupped the back of her neck.
“What are you doing?” She shoved hard on his chest and then gasped in a mixture of alarm and excitement when he took her wrists and pinned her arms above her head.
She pulled against his hand, feeling another trickle of excitement in her belly when he tightened his hand around her wrists and held her firmly in place. He looked down at her breasts for a long moment and when he finally glanced back up at her, she almost moaned out loud at the lust in his eyes.

You have beautiful breasts, Ms. Reid,” he murmured. His voice, low and hoarse with desire, brought a shiver to her body. He let his lower body rest against hers and she inhaled sharply when she felt his erection against her hip.
“Complimenting me on my tits isn’t going to make up for the fact that you insulted my work ability,” she said.
An adorable grin crossed his face. “My apologies. I actually happen to think you’re excellent at your job, Ms. Reid, and saying you aren’t is a total dick move on my part.”
“I – thank you?” she said in confusion.
He laughed. “You’re welcome.”
“Could you please step back, Mr. Young?” she tried to sound authoritative and was dismayed to hear her voice come out in a soft little whisper that practically dripped with need.
“Yes, if that’s what you really want. Is it?” he asked.
She didn’t reply and he started to release her wrists as he stepped back.
“Wait,” she said.
His hand tightened around her wrists again. He lowered his head and she opened her mouth in anticipation. Instead of kissing her, he bent his head lower and used his warm, wet tongue to lick away the drop of sweat that was sliding down the soft skin of her neck. It was unbelievably erotic, and she released her breath in a long, drawn out hiss.
He nibbled on her jaw and she jerked against him. “Why are you doing this to me?”
“Doing what?” He whispered before sucking her earlobe into his mouth. This time it was impossible to stop the moan from escaping her lips.
“This,” she moaned, “you hate me.”
“I don’t hate you,” he murmured. “I find you incredibly attractive and I’m dying to touch you. You don’t like this?” He kissed down her neck and chest, nuzzling his face into the crevice between her breasts and licking.
“I – we can’t do this,” she whimpered.
“But you seem to like it.”
For the first time ever, he gave her a full and natural smile, and her damn pussy actually quivered in response.
“It’s inappropriate.”
“Yes,” he agreed, “very inappropriate.”
He stared down at her breasts again. “Of course, I’ve been having inappropriate thoughts about you for a very long time, Ms. Reid.”
Before she could wrap her mind around that statement, he dipped his head and sucked her lower lip into his mouth. He sucked firmly on it and groaned when her pelvis thrust against him in response. She licked at his upper lip and he pulled his mouth away.
Her eyelids fluttered open and she frowned at him. “Mr. Young, we need - ”
“Jason,” he whispered.
She hesitated and then said, “Jason, we - ”
Before she could finish, he dipped his head and taken her mouth in a hard, punishing kiss. She gasped and he thrust his tongue past her parted lips and deep into her mouth. He explored it roughly, sliding and licking and claiming it as his own until she was weak and trembling.
He released her hands and she immediately slid her hands around his broad shoulders, clinging to him as he continued to kiss her. He moved his hands to her hair and started pulling the pins out“Hey!” She pulled her mouth free and tried to slap his hands away from her hair. Her hair tended to poof up, especially in the heat, and she wasn’t interested in having him see her messy, unruly hair.
He swung her around, pushing her chest against the elevator wall. He continued to pull the pins out of her hair, shoving them into his pocket. She squirmed and twisted. The metal bar that ran around the elevator wall was digging into her abdomen and she shoved her ass against him, trying to use her weight to gain some breathing room.
It had the wrong effect. As soon as he felt her soft bottom press up against his erection, he groaned in her ear and pinned her even more heavily against the wall. He ground his cock against her ass as he pulled the last of the hair pins free, and her hair tumbled halfway down her back in soft, damp waves.
He gathered her hair into his fists and tugged on it before dropping his face into the silky strands and inhaling. He inhaled once more before gathering it into a loose ponytail in one fist and tugging her head back.
He slipped his other arm around her waist and kissed the side of her neck. “I like your hair, Ms. Reid.”
“Thank you,” she moaned as he licked the sensitive spot below her earlobe.
“I want you to wear it down at the office from now on,” he demanded.
“No.” She would have shaken her head, but he was still holding her hair in a firm grip and she couldn’t move it.
“Yes,” he said.
“You can’t tell me - ”
Her protest turned into a groan of pleasure when he released her hair, slid both arms around her and cupped her breasts through her blouse.
He looked down over her shoulder as he kneaded her breasts, rubbing her tight nipples with his thumbs. Her head fell back on his shoulder and she arched her back, pushing more of her breasts into his hands. He unbuttoned her shirt and yanked it down her arms. As soon as it was free and tossed to the floor, he pressed himself back against her.
* * *
Jason felt almost frantic with need as he unbuttoned Lucy’s shirt and pulled it off. He