Page 17 of Twelve Days of Temptation (Temptation 1)
It is.
Kate, don’t ever be ashamed of wanting sex to be exciting. And don’t ever settle for less than what you need. Any man who doesn’t want you the way you are doesn’t deserve to be with you.
That’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me, Mr. Elf.
Don’t tell Santa. He’ll take me off the Naughty List, and I do all my best work there.
Good-bye, Mr. Elf.
Good-bye, Kate.
Brock considered tossing his prepaid phone into the trash. Instead, he stuffed it into the far corner of his home office desk drawer and locked it. He stood up and paced his apartment impatiently.
He had plans to see Kate that afternoon, but he was pretty sure waiting until then would keep his blood pressure so high he’d burst something. What a way to go. The doctors would call it the most extreme case of blue balls they’d ever seen—the one that negated the myth that men couldn’t die from it.
Kate thinks I’m too good of a guy to be good in bed?
Fuck me.
I can’t offer to prove her wrong. I can’t tell her I know that.
If I run over there now and rip off her clothes she’ll suspect I’m Mr. Elf.
Won’t she?
Would that be such a bad thing? She wants him, and she wants me. Well, I’m fucking him. So, you’re lucky Kate, you get to fuck both of us.
She wouldn’t see it that way. No, she’d fucking kill me for lying to her.
Then she’d break up with me.
Who am I kidding? She hasn’t technically said she’s dating me yet.
I’m such a fucking idiot. I’ve been doing everything I can to keep my hands off her and now she thinks I’ll suck in bed.
Dammit.
I just have to wait until she gives me a sign.
Any fucking sign.
If she looks at me while breathing, I’m taking that as a request to jump her.
And I’d better be good.
He turned on his laptop and read an article about how to prolong the female orgasm. He followed up with how to give a woman multiple orgasms. Through his search he came across an article about improving sex through hypnosis.
He read it, then chastised himself. I am such a fucking pig. Hypnotizing Kate would be wrong. Unless she wanted me to, and then it could be fun.
Stop.
This is how I got into this situation in the first place.
He waved a finger at his half-cocked dick. “Not all of your ideas are good ones. Let me take the lead on this one.”
She thinks I’m not kinky enough for her?
She has no idea.
And I’ll show her.
Just as soon as she gives me the slightest hint that I should.
Or looks me in the eye.
Really, it won’t take much.
Chapter Twelve
Kate waited for Brock to arrive for their date. She thought about what Mr. Elf had said. Could she have everything she was looking for in one man—just by telling him what she wanted?
She wrote a list of what was important to her, things she wanted to try, both by herself and with Brock. Once she started, the list poured out of her. She read it over and blushed, but she wasn’t as embarrassed as she thought she would be. Mr. Elf was right. If Brock didn’t want the same things she did, that didn’t make what she wanted wrong. She stuffed it in her purse as a reminder to be brave and express her needs.
When she met Brock at the door, they both froze in place, awkwardly staring at each other. It was as if he knew what she’d spent the afternoon thinking about. But there was no way he could.
She asked him to come inside while she gathered her purse and coat. The hungry way he watched her reminded her of the night he’d first kissed her. She hadn’t seen that look in his eyes since. It gave her courage.
“I booked a table at Giuilio’s,” he said.
“That was my favorite restaurant when I lived here before.”
“I know.” He took her coat and held it for her while she slipped it on. She might have imagined it, but she thought she felt Brock inhale deeply beside her neck as if he was breathing in her scent.
“You are constantly surprising me in the most amazing ways,” she said. Kate was used to men trying to impress her by talking about themselves or feeding her lines, but even her ex-husband had never paid attention to what she liked the way Brock did. Caring about her happiness was the biggest compliment a man could give a woman. Brock did it naturally, without making a big deal out of it. She could see why so many people loved him; she was already falling for him herself.
He turned her around and looked deeply into her eyes. “You look like you want to say something, Kate.”
“I’m not actually hungry,” Kate whispered.
“Thank God,” Brock said just as softly.
He bent down and was about to kiss her, but Kate stopped him with a hand on his chest. He raised his head in surprise, looking wildly aroused and confused at the same time. “What’s wrong?”
Even though she wanted to kiss him almost more than she wanted to breathe, she had been rehearsing what she wanted to say to him, and she didn’t want to rush forward without saying it. She didn’t want this to be another relationship that happened to her and left her feeling she was only along for the ride. If she and Brock were going to take their relationship to the next level, she wanted to play a part in deciding what it would look like. “Can we talk first?”
He took her hand and placed it on the long length of his bulging cock. Even through his pants she could feel it jump at her touch. “I can attempt a conversation, but most of my blood is presently here. I can’t guarantee I’ll answer in full sentences.”
Not able to stop herself, Kate caressed his cock, loving how it grew even wider and fuller. “You’re so big. I’ve only really been with my husband, and he was nothing like this.”
Brock groaned. “I would tell you I don’t want to hear about your ex, but if you keep stroking me like that you can talk about whatever the fuck you want.”
Kate experimented with how she was rubbing him and watched his expression. Pleasing her ex had been something she’d felt she had to do, and she’d told herself she’d enjoyed it, but it hadn’t ever made her wet like touching Brock was doing right now. Knowing that Brock was holding himself back, despite wanting her a
s badly as he obviously did, all because she’d asked him to, made Kate want to drive him out of his mind.
She wanted to see him lose control and take what he wanted.
She stepped back and dropped her coat to the floor. “I have a secret,” she whispered.
Brock looked like he’d stopped breathing as he waited for her to share it.
She stepped out of her shoes and kicked them aside. “I want two men.”
Brock paled.
With what she hoped were sexy moves, she slowly unbuttoned her shirt and dropped it, along with her bra, onto the floor. She undid her pants and slid them, along with her underwear, down her legs. “I want a nice man during the day.” She put a finger in her mouth, then drew a wet trail down across one breast, over her stomach, and to her wet slit. While he watched, she dipped it inside of herself and grazed the sensitive tip of her clit. “But at night I want to fuck a man who knows what he wants and knows how to make a woman give it to him.”
Brock’s nose flared and he said, “I can be both of those men.”
Kate walked over, proudly naked before him, and slipped her finger, which was still wet from her own juices, into his mouth. “Then consider this your interview for the position.”
***
Fuck yes.
Brock roughly hauled her to him. He already knew what she liked. He felt like he’d been preparing for this moment his whole life. This might be his only chance to win her over, and he was willing to do whatever it took, for as long as it took, to convince her they belonged together.
He dug his hand into her hair and held her face before his. He had to be careful not to give away how much he already knew about her. “We have all night, Kate. There won’t be an inch of you I won’t lick, until you’re cry out to have my cock in you. But you made me wait a long time, and now that I know you don’t want to fuck a nice guy, I know exactly how I want to start.” He hovered his lips over hers. “You want me to kiss you, don’t you? That would be too easy, wouldn’t it?”
