Dangerous Temptations

By: Brooke Cumberland



Sweet Jesus.

My breathing picked up, my heart racing as I actually contemplated his offer. What the hell am I doing?

“You have no idea…” I groaned. “But I really need to get going.” I pushed myself off the bed, grabbing my dress in one hand and my purse in the other. Just then, I realized, there was no way I could leave the hotel in the daylight looking like this. “Actually, I have to call a friend first.” I shot him a sympathetic look. I hated how I couldn’t indulge in his very nice offer. My conscience was already eating at me with the layers of guilt.

“All right…” he said smoothly, lifting his shirt off his head. “I won’t take long. Unless, of course, you change your mind.”

I closed my eyes, hoping by not looking at him, my mind could clear up. “Sorry,” I said half-laughing. I was sure he could see the agony in my face.

I could feel him as he walked toward me, the movements of his body pulsing as the room vibrated underneath me. I opened my eyes as his hand came up to caress my cheek. He leaned forward and placed a sweet, gentle kiss on my cheek. “Wait for me. Don’t leave.”

I couldn’t say anything, my throat suddenly dry, and I was incapable of speaking. I nodded, holding my face in his hand. He stroked his thumb over my cheek as a silent thank you.

As soon as he walked away, I grabbed my phone and called Staci.

“Dude, where are you?” she asked right away.

I sighed. “The Standard.”

“Still?” she gasped.

I sighed, closing my eyes before speaking again. “Any chance you can come get me without asking a million questions?”

“Doubtful,” she said overly amused.

“Staci, please! I need a new outfit. A hat and some dark glasses.”

“All right. What room?”

“Um…” I looked around, noticing a key card envelope on the bedside table. “Suite 1225.”

“All right. I can be there in a half hour.”

“Thank you,” I breathed out in relief.

“Are you safe? You’re okay?” she asked genuinely.

“Yeah…I’m good. I just need to get out of here without being seen.”

We both said our goodbyes and hung up. I heard the shower running, curiosity piquing my interest.

Hell was hell, right? I was going there anyway.

I shrugged to myself and began to tiptoe to the bathroom. The door was cracked open, and I could see his reflection in the half-fogged mirror. His back was to me as the water cascaded down on him. He was brushing his hands through his hair as I moved my eyes down and noticed the scratches had turned bright red on his ass and up his back. Holy hell…those were fingernail scratches! I held my hands up to look at my nails and sure enough, they were sensitive to the touch. How the hell do you forget something like that?

A pang of bitterness rippled through me. I had a full night of sinful, hot, wild sex, and I didn’t even remember it! Granted, it was wrong. So wrong. But I couldn’t change the past. It had already happened.

I stepped back, forcing myself to go back to the room and wait for Staci. God, what would I tell her?





I SAT ON the edge of the bed as a half-naked Alex came walking back into the room. A white towel hung loosely on his hips as he brushed a hand through his damp hair. I swallowed, slowly turning my eyes away from him. It felt wrong to stare.

“Are you blushing?” he taunted, standing right in front of me. My head moved on instinct as soon as I heard his voice, and my eyes were now level with his crotch. Oh, hell.

“I was trying to be respectful,” I said weakly. Even I could hear the insecurity in my voice.

“Sweetheart, there’s nothing disrespectful about a gorgeous woman checking me out.” His voice was laced with seduction and, for a moment, I contemplated ripping the damn towel off.

I looked up, eager to make eye contact with him so they wouldn’t wander anywhere else. “My friend is on her way. I’ll be leaving shortly.” My voice cracked, my body suddenly nervous around him.

He nodded, his smile turning into a disapproving frown. Since I was close to leaving for good, the comforting atmosphere that was lingering before was no longer there. Enter the awkward leaving your one-night stand after having zero memory of the night before. Fucking great.

I watched as he turned to grab some clothes out of the closet. My eyes turned to the desk in the corner, and I repeatedly blinked as a short flash from the night before resurfaced.

“How do you want it?” he asked quietly as he kissed his way along my jaw and down to my ear. “Tell me what you like.”

I could hear the growling in my ear; my body shivered anxiously as a flash suddenly entered my mind. We were on that desk. I was sitting on top of it with his hands all over me. My body began to heat as the emotions flooded my mind, remembering how it felt to have him touch me.

▶ Also By Brooke Cumberland

▶ Last Updated

▶ Hot Read

▶ Recommend

Top Books