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Tempt Me Not
Amber Heat, the erotic imprint of Amber Quill Press
Excerpt from Tempt Me Not: The servant left the room and Harry smiled as he circled her. He tossed his gloves and cane to the side. He stopped behind her, and she felt the heat of his attention, studying her, felt his searing gaze burn right through her. Her body suffused with hot color, knowing what would come next. And she was tempted and overcome by his masterful energy. Tempt me not. But the words did no good as she felt his strong hands on her shoulders. It was a weakness, this need to feel some level of intimacy with another human being. To be touched and held even if love was not a part of it. And Zacchias had given her carte blanche within this time loop. She would give in as she always did. She did not love him, but she wanted him. She needed the intimacy to know she was still alive in some way. In some place. And she could pretend it was Asher who held her in his arms. Harry's hands rolled the gown from her shoulders and it drifted to the carpeted floor. "I've missed you," he said as he sucked at her neck. "I've been here, waiting for you," she answered as she closed her eyes and leaned back against his hard chest. "I don't have long. I have to be at an important meeting in an hour." Suddenly, she was whirled around, the white ribbon released from her hair and her chemise ripped down her body as his hot, demanding mouth claimed possession of hers, leaving her breathless. Her arms rose to curl around his neck as he lifted her and pressed her close to his body. She knew this excitement, knew what it would mean. It was the lust of the impending kill. Slowly, he released her, pressing on her shoulders, driving her to her knees. This was the way of ithow she controlled them. These important men she chose craved her attention, demanded complete control. To them, appearances were everything. And service to their will was the price she paid. Reaching out, she released his stiff erection, sifting her fingers over the thick tip. She glanced up at him, saw him watching her with a heavy-lidded gaze as he stroked her hair. Licking her lips, she leaned forward and ran her tongue up his wide length, slipping it over the broad head and along the slit. He jerked beneath her touch and a grunt of satisfaction erupted from him as she swallowed his length and sucked him inside her experienced mouth. She cupped his balls, weighing them with one hand as she reached around to grip his ass with her other hand. His penis was not long, but it was wide, and Diantha assumed it was satisfactory for servicing his wife. For Diantha, it was not fucking he expected from herit was those other services a wife would never perform. Such as this one.
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