Naughty Temptations

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

KYLER

Hold the phone a minute because my new little sister is doing a bang up job of getting this all wrong.

I sure as f**k noticed her in high school. Who didn’t? But all-star Delanie Boyd was the very definition of complicated. The kind of girl who required a guy to invest a shitload of time in winning her over. She didn’t put out, not for anyone. Not ever. Snooty, prudish and superior, with major daddy issues. Mommy issues too. Gorgeous as f**k but wearing a big red octagonal sign with white text in all caps that hollered STOP!

Delanie looked down her nose at everyone, just like her mother, who’d shoved a giant stick up the girl’s ass and turned her into a frigid b***h. A real ice queen.

As a teenager I’d been all about the no strings, easy lay. I didn’t do complex girls with expectations of dating. That wasn’t my thing. I got in, got us both off, and got out again. Quick, painless, simple. With girls practically falling over themselves to get in my pants, I saw no reason to work for it. My dad never did so why the hell should I?

But over time easy became boring. Now there’s nothing I love more than a challenge. The chase and gradual building of s****l tension until there’s no holding back the lust.

The woman who showed up to be my intern was not the Delanie Boyd I knew from school. Real life had done a number on her. Most of the pretention was gone, along with the spark in her light brown eyes. Instead of being on top of the heap she struggled to fit in, find acceptance.

Seeing her looking dead inside did something to me. In the time between one blink of the eye and the next I had a new mission—get inside Delanie Boyd. Both literally and figuratively—body and soul. Reignite the sparkle in those beautiful doe eyes. Fire up her lust. Bring her the f**k back to life and then some.

She needed someone to take control, be in command. I willingly invested my time, stirred up s****l awareness, nurtured the spark, added fuel and stoked the flames until we were both burning out of control.

Along the way something inside me changed. Inconceivable as it is, Delanie is becoming the reason I get out of bed in the morning, the motivation for my daily workout and the oxygen I require to survive. Getting inside her that first time…Christ. There are no words.

I can’t get enough but she put limits on us, keeping s*x at work and everything else separate. I want her in my bed every night. Ache to wake up to her every morning. And we’ll get there. I’ll break through the last of her resistance. Because Delanie Boyd is it for me. I don’t want anyone else. Haven’t looked at another woman since she walked through the door.

Delanie’s angry words brought an abrupt end to the meeting and the four of us are back behind the closed doors of my dad’s office with her mother losing her s**t. To distract myself from the scent of s*x still hanging in the air, along with the wet spot I noticed on the desk blotter, I’m puzzling out what to call my new mother.

If Delanie’s father was king and her mother queen consort, after he died that would make her what, the dowager queen? Right now, with the way she’s acting, Camille is winning at the role of wicked stepmother.

I’m pretty sure it was after daddy’s tragic death that she turned princess Delanie into the ice queen. Took long weeks of hard work for me to get the stick out of her ass and only one encounter with mommy dearest to put it firmly back in place. That fact alone is enough to make this new family dynamic tense.

Watching her rant and rave like a lunatic, I really don’t get it. Why the hell has Dad been wasting his time with such an uptight b***h? And to marry her?

I narrow my eyes on Camille. She’s held up well for a woman of around fifty. It’s easy to see a younger version of Camille in her daughter. That’s where the similarities end. Camille Boyd is strung tighter than a bowstring. While Delanie can be tense, she’s also able to relax and enjoy the finer things in life, like s*x with me.

My girl’s incredibly tense now though. In my estimation, she’s pretty close to thermonuclear meltdown. And as the argument plays out it’s becoming clear that her anger is justified.

Boyd Logistics has been promised to Delanie since birth. She cut her teeth on her father’s desk. She even had her own play desk in his office. Never imagining he’d die young or that his wife would attempt to keep her birthright from their daughter, Michael Boyd didn’t make a will.

This is going to become a big, nasty legal mess because it’s easy to see Delanie will not sit idly by and let her mother get away with the merger. Battle lines are being drawn and neither side shows the slightest bit of give.

“The papers have already been signed,” Dad chimes in. “It’s done.”

I want to yell a warning for my father to keep his mouth shut and not step into the middle of this s**t but it’s too late. Delanie’s anger is now focused on him and I know I shouldn’t be thinking like this but holy f**k is she ever hot when pissed off.

Her cherry brown hair is wild around her face from a combination of me pulling it earlier and running her own fingers through the long locks. There’s a flush on her high cheekbones, making her honey brown eyes really pop in contrast. And the cute little wrinkle between her eyebrows…damn. Add in the fierce determination in every curve of her lithe body and I’m lost.

There’s something so primal about her that’s reaching out to something primitive in me and making my c**k hard. I want all that fire, all that energy, focused on me for a bout of wild-as-hell angry s*x. And after that, once we’re limp and sated, we can have sweet make-up s*x.

Yes, okay, I willingly admit it. Like the typical guy, most of my thoughts revolve around s*x. Go ahead, sue me for having the Y chromosome, but Delanie’s sexy as f**k right now and I want her.

Shrugging at my dad as if to ask, “What do you want me to do?” I grasp her biceps and steer her out the door. When we reach it, instead of letting me lead her out, she turns to deliver a last parting shot.

“You’ll be hearing from my attorney.”

I hustle her through the office, into the elevator and then my car, nodding as she continues the argument aloud. It’s not until I have her in my penthouse apartment and she’s looking out over the spectacular view of downtown Asheville and the mountains just beyond the city that she snaps out of her stupor.

Turning on her heel, I’m blasted with her anger, which has my c**k straining against my zipper.

“Where the hell have you taken me?”

So gorgeous.

“My place.”

She plants her fists on her hips and those cute lines are back between her eyebrows. f**k, I need to be inside her.

“I didn’t agree to come to your place.”

Her gaze narrows on me as I take a step closer. “God, D. You’re so f*****g sexy right now.”

That startles Delanie. Her head snaps back and her fists drop to her sides as I advance another step.

“Fierce. Primal. Radiant.” I take a step with each word, loving how her angry face has morphed into confusion. “Beautiful.”

“Have you lost your mind? There’s nothing beautiful about anger.”

“f**k, D. You have no idea.” Two more steps and I’ll have her in my arms. “You’ve got me so hard. I need you.”

With a fierce cry, Delanie launches herself at me. On instinct, I brace for the impact and still stagger back a step. The tearing sound of her tight skirt barely registers as her legs wrap around my hips, heels digging into my back, and she grips my head, turning my face to meet her hungry lips.

Fuck yeah!

Going for the nearest flat surface, I swing out with my arm, sending things flying from the coffee table. Dropping to my knees puts us at the perfect height, her ass on the edge of the table and my c**k perfectly aligned with her p***y. We are both frantic now, ripping at clothes, fighting to reach skin. A sharp pull and my shirt buttons are pinging off the hardwood floor. Grabbing the hem of her silk blouse, I yank it upward, forcing her to let go and momentarily ending our kiss as I struggle to get it over her head.

No sooner is she clear of the material than her teeth are nipping at my lower lip, her tongue forcing past my teeth and into my mouth to duel with mine. A twist of my wrist and the clasp of her bra gives way. Two sets of hands battle with the button and zipper of my pants, finally freeing my c**k, which Delanie fists tight.

“Need you,” she gasps, “in me. Now!” The last is a fierce command I’d never consider disobeying.

Neither one of us is willing to separate our bodies to get rid of her panties so I simply pull them to the side as she notches my cockhead at her slick, hot entrance.

“Christ, D. You’re so wet.”

“Shut up and f**k me.”

The way she falls back on her elbows and stares expectantly down between our bodies has me slamming my hips forward, burying myself in all that wet, tight heat with a guttural groan. We both stare, gazes fixed on the point where my c**k impales her as I glide in and out several times. Then something snaps in Delanie and she’s turning all that fierceness on me once again.

She claws at my back, fighting to get closer, those lean, muscular thighs pulling me in with each pounding thrust. She doesn’t relax as I draw back. Quite the opposite. She’s fighting the whole time, scratching, biting, f*****g my mouth with her tongue, our teeth clashing.

It’s wild, violent and so f*****g good I know I’m losing my mind. But what a way to go, with a hot woman fighting to get beneath my skin and inside me.

I have to move, change the angle, get deeper. Delanie clings to me as I rise, turn and slam us against the nearest wall. This position is one of my favorites. The flex and contraction of her thighs has her lifting and dropping onto my c**k. I get so deep this way that my cockhead hits the back of her channel and rakes over her G-spot both coming and going.

Her head bangs back against the wall and she doesn’t even notice. Feral sounds rumble up from her throat. Thankfully, I own the entire floor so there’s no one to hear because I’m suddenly possessive. All those throaty growls and groans belong to me. Each scrape and dig of her nails into my flesh a badge I will wear proudly.

We’re banging into the wall so hard a painting falls, the glass shattering. It’s a damn good thing no one can hear because it sounds like we’re trying to kill each other and even if the cops showed up pounding on the door there’s no way I could stop.

“Never gonna stop.”

Delanie’s head snaps forward and the angry glare is back. “I’ll f*****g kill you if you try.”

God, I f*****g love her. She’s my perfect match.

Cue the squealing of brakes.

I’m balls-deep in Delanie, buried as far as I can go. Every sweat-slicked inch of her skin from shoulder to ankle is wrapped around me tight. Her breasts are smashed against my chest and I can feel the pounding of her heart while my own has seized up harder than an engine run without oil.

“Kyler,” she growls and flexes her thighs. “You bastard.” Her nails tighten around my biceps, the sharp pain not helping to kick start me back into action. I’m completely and totally poleaxed. The only movement is in my mind, which is spinning drunkenly as realization sinks in.

I’ve done the unthinkable and fallen in love with a complicated woman. The kind who requires a major investment of time, money and emotion. She didn’t ask for my love. Hell, she probably would kick my ass if she knew. But she has it anyway and I have the sinking feeling there’s no turning back.

“KYLER JAMES HARRINGTON!”

Aw, that’s so cute.

Simultaneously slamming her back against the wall and shoving against my chest with her hands, Delanie twists her body and we’re stumbling to the side then falling into a recliner, me on bottom.

Holy f**k. I’d thought Delanie couldn’t be any more beautiful than when she’s mad but I was wrong. Because Delanie on top of me, those amazing double-D t**s bouncing, rolling her hips in a sensual glide, head thrown back in ecstasy as she rides my c**k like a professional bull rider is a sight that will forever be burned into my brain.

With each erotic roll of her hips, she grinds her c**t against my pelvic bone and releases the sexiest moans. My balls are drawn up painfully tight and I’m fighting it but I won’t last long. Not like this. And still I refuse to climax before her.

Filling my hands with her incredible t**s, I tease and pinch her n*****s until every muscle in her body is tense and she’s riding the precipice.

“So f*****g sexy,” I praise. “Come for me, D. Come all over me.”

She smiles down at me. It’s the most stunning, pleased grin I’ve ever seen. And it seals in what I already know.

I’m done for.

She’s it.

I’m in love with Delanie Boyd, my new stepsister.