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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“Close the windows, you two,” Noah jokes as we walk up his steps. Once inside the house, I throw my purse on the table and he grabs my hips from behind, kissing my neck. “I think we have sex with just the shoes on this time.” His hands come up, cupping my breasts. “Besides, I believe you promised me a taste,” he says, leading me to the couch where he pushes me down and shows me exactly what he wants to taste.

When the sun comes up, we are just winding down. We are both covered in a light sweat, our chests both heaving as he falls down next to me, his cock slipping out of me,

“Fuck, it never gets old.” His hand lies on my stomach.

“I need a shower and we need to light a candle. It legit smells like sex in the room.”

“I don’t smell anything,” he says, pulling me close to his side. “Let’s rest a couple of minutes and then we can shower.”

I close my eyes. “Just a couple of minutes,” I say as I slowly listen to his soft snores filling the room. I don’t know how long I sleep for but when I try to move I’m pinned down by Noah’s leg that is thrown across my own legs.

“Move,” I say, sliding out from under him as he moans out and falls to his stomach. We never did take that shower. I pick up our clothes and pile them on the table as I go into the kitchen and start the coffee. I grab our clothes and head upstairs to the bathroom. It’s only been a couple of weeks, but half of my stuff is here. It almost looks as if I live here. I mean, I don’t. I turn the water on, trying to think about when the last time I slept at my house was. My legs are sorer than normal. I put my head under the water while it cascades around my body. I relax under the warm water, rolling my shoulders when I feel his body behind me.

“You showered without me?” he says as he kisses the back of my neck. “We are supposed to be conserving water.” His cock now pokes me in the back.

“I’m on a sex break for the next day,” I say while his hands come up, cupping my tits and rolling my nipples. “Well, at least till tonight.” I feel his lips on my neck now smiling while his hand goes to my pussy and two fingers slip through my folds. “Okay, at least for an hour.” I push myself away from him, turning around to take him in.

His hair is half wet from the water, his chest on point with drops of water on him, some drops leading all the way down to his cock, which is ready for more. His arms shoot out, trying to get to me, but I move out of his way.

“No, vagina break!” I say to him, grabbing my soap and loofah. “Can you not get cock cramps from using it too much?” I ask him as he reaches for his own body wash.

“I don’t think that’s really a thing.” He shrugs and starts washing himself. “I mean, we have used it a lot, more than I’ve ever used it before.”

I rinse myself off and step out of his way so he can step under the water. I walk out of the shower, grabbing myself a big, fluffy towel that he has on the rack. Wrapping one around my body and another around my hair, I go to brush my teeth. I watch him as he finishes his shower, coming out and grabbing a towel, wrapping it around his waist. He walks over to the counter, going to his own sink, and does his stuff. He grabs his toothbrush while watching I watch him.

“See something you like?” he asks, winking at me and proceeding to brush his teeth.

I shake my head and head into the bedroom. I dig through the clothes I have on the chair in the room. Seeing nothing I want to wear, I walk to his closet and snag a white T-shirt, throwing it on. It fits me mid-thigh. I go downstairs with the towel still wrapped around my hair. I open the blinds around the house, letting some light come in as well as some candles. The smell of sex from last night is gone. I go to the kitchen, making us coffee. I sit on the stool, grab his iPad, and scroll throw my Facebook. I see a couple of pictures from last night that John posted. There is a picture that he caught of us at the pizza parlor. I’m laughing at something that Noah just said about his dick while he leans in and his nose touches my temple while my head hides the smile that you know is on his face from the way his eyes crinkle. His jacket is around my shoulders because I was chilly. A simple picture yet something so intimate. I save the picture and send it to myself.



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