Tempted heart, karl coldron [love story novels in english txt] 📗

see Jason, his t-shirt off and his jeans and underwear around his ankles, rolling a condom onto his very hard cock with one hand.
“Jason, wait,” she whispered. “We can’t have sex in your office. It’s not - ”
He stepped between her legs, shoving her feet apart with his and spreading her legs wide. He braced his hard thighs against hers so that she couldn’t close her legs.
“Since you’ve turned down my invitation to come to my house tonight so that I can fuck you in my very large - and very comfortable I might add - bed, I’m just going to have to fuck you right here,” he panted.
He grabbed her hips, lifted them and shoved his hard cock deep into her pussy. She grunted in surprise and braced her hands on the desk as he slammed his cock in and out of her. She moaned low in her throat and shoved her hips back at him.
He groaned loudly. Lucy suddenly squeezed her muscles around his cock, and he jerked against her.
“Stop that!” He grunted.
“Something wrong, Mr. Young?” She grinned cheekily at him over her shoulder.
He growled and slapped her hard on the ass. She yelped softly and he let his breath out in a long hiss when she involuntarily squeezed his cock again.
“If you try to make me come before I want to, I will put you over my knee and spank you again after I’m done fucking you. Do you understand?” He murmured.
She shivered with pleasure and gasped out a breathless yes.
He clenched his jaw and fucked her with long, slow strokes as she moaned and wriggled beneath him. He grabbed hold of the end of her ponytail in his hand, tugging on it until her head came back. He gripped her hair and nuzzled her ear.
“I have never fucked a pussy as wet and tight as yours,” he whispered hoarsely into her ear. “You fit me like a glove.”
He cupped one breast and tugged on her hair. “Do you like being fucked against my desk, pretty little Lucy?”
She didn’t reply and he pulled her hair again. “Do you?”
“Yes,” she moaned. “Your cock feels so good, Jason.”
He sped up, his cock sliding noisily in and out of her soaking wet pussy, and she shook under him as she grew close to climaxing again.
“Come to my house tonight, Lucy,” he suddenly whispered. “Please.”

She was opening her mouth to moan out a yes when his phone intercom suddenly buzzed. She froze as Carol’s voice filled the room.
“Mr. Young? Your four o’clock is here.”
“Thank you. Can you take him to the boardroom? I’m just finishing up my meeting with Ms. Reid.”
Lucy couldn’t believe how normal he sounded. He didn’t even sound winded as Carol replied and disconnected the call.
As soon as he heard the click of the intercom, Jason started fucking her hard and fast. He held her hips and plunged in and out of her. Lucy flattened her upper body to the desk and lifted her ass up, giving him even deeper access to her wet pussy. He groaned and reached between their bodies. He dampened his thumb with her juices until it was slick and dripping.
Lucy could feel her orgasm starting. Her pussy tightened around Jason’s hard cock and her legs began to shake. She felt Jason’s hand between her shoulder blades, pinning her down, before his thumb slid deep into her ass with sudden, shocking intimacy. She arched her back and buried her mouth in her arm as the most powerful orgasm of her life engulfed her body. The feel of his hard cock in her pussy and the firm, unexpected pressure of his thumb in her ass had her convulsing helplessly with pleasure.
With a low cry, Jason moved both of his hands back to her hips. He held her tightly as he thrust in and out before coming violently inside of her. She crumpled onto his desk. He collapsed on top of her, she could feel his heartbeat pounding against her back, before kissing her bare shoulder. He pulled out of her, disposing of the condom and pulling his jeans and shirt back on as she straightened and tugged down her skirt. He helped her into her camisole and jacket, cupping her breasts again and kissing her on the mouth, before she buttoned her jacket.
She smiled shakily. “How does my hair look?”
He grinned. “It looks good.”
“Okay.” She held her hand out. “Give me back my panties.”
He walked to the door of his office and she followed him unsteadily. Her legs were weak and trembling, and little beats of pleasure were still pulsing through her body.
“Jason, I mean it. Give them back!”
He watched with amusement as she walked toward him. “Are you okay, little Lucy? You seem to be having trouble walking.”
“I’m fine,” she grumbled. She tried to reach into his pocket and snag her underwear.
He pushed her up against his door, pinning her arms above her head, and kissed her hard on the mouth. “Come by my house tonight and I’ll give both pairs back to you.”
“Jason, I - ”
He pulled her away from the door and opened it.
“Thanks very much, Ms. Reid,” he said. “Have a nice weekend.”
She glared at him as she followed him down the hallway. He had his hands stuffed in his pockets and he was whistling softly under his breath. If her legs weren’t trembling so badly, she would have caught up to him and smacked the smug look from his face.
They parted ways at the bathrooms. As he pushed open the door to the men’s room, he pulled a bit of her panties out of his pocket and showed it to her.
She scowled at him and hurried into the ladies’ room. She gripped the sink and stared at herself in the mirror. Once again, her mouth was swollen and red but at least her hair wasn’t sticking out everywhere. She had just let her boss spank her, fuck her, and put his thumb in her ass. Not tomention the fact that he had stolen a second pair of her underwear. And she had loved every goddamn minute of it. She had obviously gone completely insane.
She had just returned to her desk when her new cell phone buzzed in her purse. It was from Jason. He had texted her the address of his house with a simple, ‘See you at seven.’
She shivered and shut down her email. She was going to go home, have a strong drink and a long shower, and decide whether or not she would go to Jason’s house and tumble into complete madness.

Chapter Three

 Lucy stepped out of her car and smoothed her dress down. She was wearing a dark blue empire-style dress that cupped her breasts like a second skin and showed a generous amount of cleavage. She had paired it with strappy, high-heeled sandals. It was perhaps a bit too summery for early September. Although the days were still warm and sunny, it tended to cool off at night and she probably should have at least brought a thin sweater with her.
It was too late now. She was standing in front of Jason’s house and her stomach was a sudsy stew of nerves and desire. She was surprised when she pulled up to his house. She expected a large and pretentious house and instead, discovered a small cottage with a tiny front porch. She had to double check the address that Jason had texted her, certain that she was at the wrong house.
She took a deep breath, filling her lungs with the good clean smell of the ocean, and started up the cobblestone pathway. She climbed the steps of the porch and stood in front of the door. The front of the cottage was painted a warm cream colour, but the door was painted a bright and cheery red.
She raised her hand to knock and then hesitated. It wasn’t too late. She could still get back in her car and drive home to her quiet, safe apartment. But, if she was honest with herself, she didn’t really want to play it safe. There was something about Jason. Something about the way he took control, the way he touched her and brought her so easily to body-shuddering orgasm, that had her craving him in a way she had never craved a man before. Everything about him turned her on, and she couldn’t deny that she wanted to experience all that his hard body and sweet words promised. Still, she was playing a dangerous game - one that could cost her job. Her common sense, which was left in the dust for the last few hours, suddenly roared back to life and she took a step backward. Before she could turn and run, the door opened, and Jason was standing in the doorway.
He was wearing a white t-shirt and a pair of shorts and she suddenly felt incredibly overdressed. His feet were bare, and she watched as he used one of them to push the large black cat that was weaving around his feet, back into the cottage.
“Lucy!” He gave her a grin of delight and ushered her into the house. As she stepped into the cool interior and waited for her eyes to adjust to the dim light, Jason looked her up and down. She wondered what he was thinking. Unlike her work attire that concealed and downplayed her breasts, her dress showcased her chest.
“Jason? Why do you look like that?”
“I’m trying very hard not to just pick you up and carry you to my bedroom like a caveman,” he said.
She blushed and slipped her shoes off, feeling nervous and uncertain about her decision to join him. He leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek.
“You look beautiful, Lucy.”
“Thank you.” She hesitated. “I think I might be a bit overdressed.”
He grinned at her. “Trust me, sweetheart. You could have shown up on my doorstep in nothing but a towel and I’d think you were overdressed.”
He laughed when she blushed again and took her hand, leading her into the kitchen. She glanced around curiously. Although the cottage was obviously older, the kitchen was brand new. Stainless steel appliances, granite countertops and sleek, grey cupboards gave it a modern look and feel.
“I like your place,” she said.

Thanks. It’s small but since it’s just me and Lenny, I figured we didn’t need a big place.” He walked to one of the cupboards and pulled out two wine glasses.
“Lenny?”
He pointed to the cat that was sitting a few feet away from her and staring unblinkingly at her.
“Ahh.” She crouched down and rubbed her fingers together. “Here kitty, kitty.”
Lenny stood and walked over. She rubbed the side of his face and smiled a little when he purred and butted his head against her knee.
“He’s cute. Where did you get him?”
Jason opened a bottle of wine, the muscles in his arms bulging as he pulled the cork from the bottle with a soft popping noise.
He poured wine into the glasses. “He showed up on my doorstep one day. He was skinny and dirty and covered in fleas. I fed him some tuna and the next thing I knew he was making his dirty, flea-covered self, comfortable on my couch. I took him to the vet, got him