Tempt Me (Tease Me Book 2)
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Authors: Emily Goodwin
Tempt Me
Part two of the TEASE ME serial novellas
Emily Goodwin
TEMPT ME
by Emily Goodwin
Copyright © Emily Goodwin 2015
Smashwords Edition
All Rights Reserved
Edited by Jessica Meigs
Cover art by Najla Qamber
This book is a work of fiction. People, places, events, and situations are the product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or historical events, is purely coincidental.
No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author and publisher.
Other books by Emily Goodwin:
The Guardian Legacies Series:
Unbound
Reaper
Moonlight
(2015)
The Contagium Series:
Contagious
Deathly Contagious
Contagious Chaos
The Truth is Contagious
Beyond the Sea Series:
Beyond the Sea
Red Skies at Night
(2015)
Dark Romance:
Stay
All I Need
Erotica Novellas:
Tease Me
Tempt Me
Take Me
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DEDICATION
To Sarah. Now you have a book just for you.
CHAPTER ONE
ELLIE
“GET UP, chica.”
Alejandro’s voice stirred me from my sleep. The salty ocean breeze hit my skin, and I shivered. I moved closer to Alejandro.
“Get up,” he said again, his voice low.
I groaned and tried to open my eyes. I was exhausted. After the epic fucking we had just had in the kitchen, I was lucky I remembered my own name. Just thinking about it made my pussy quiver with warmth.
“Can’t,” I mumbled.
Alejandro moved away from me. He bent over and scooped me up in his strong arms. I held onto his neck and rested my head on his chest as he carried me off the beach and into his room, laying me down in his bed.
I heard him rustling around and then turning on the shower. I was asleep by the time he climbed in bed with me, pulling the covers over us both. I woke up just long enough to roll over and slip my arm through his. I half expected him to object, pulling away and refusing to cuddle, but he allowed me to hold onto him until I drifted to sleep once again.
I woke up alone. I looked around for Alejandro.
Sunlight streamed through the windows, curtains pulled back and glass panels open. The sound of waves crashing against the shore carried through on the wind.
The master bedroom was large, with multiple areas to it. The bed was across from double doors that led to a balcony that overlooked the ocean. The view was incredible, heart-stopping and breath-taking.
I ran my hands through my messy hair and smiled, memories from last night flashing through my mind. So much had changed in such little time. Just a few days ago I was wallowing in self pity, hating my job as a police officer and feeling like I was stuck. Then one stupid mistake got me kidnapped and smuggled across the border from Indiana to wherever I was in Mexico.
Now that I was here…after meeting Alejandro Calaveras, the most revered drug and weapon cartel leader south of the border…something changed. He was a bad, bad man. He was dangerous. He was ruthless. He was his own top priority and stopped at nothing to get what he wanted.
But I craved him. Craved the danger, the way he could make me melt with one glance. And the sex.
Holy fuck, the sex.
Alejandro was the perfect tall, dark, and handsome bad boy. Just looking at him made me wet. I bit my lip, wanting his dick, his fingers, his tongue—any part of him—inside of me.
I closed my eyes and stretched my arms above my head, sighing. Maybe it was another stupid mistake to fall for Alejandro. I hadn’t fallen in
love
with him, not yet at least. But I was definitely head over heels, drowning in lust for him. He made me feel so alive, in more ways than one.
I had spent my whole life playing the role of the good girl. I did what I was told. I worked hard. I believed that if I tried my best and was patient, I would get what I deserved.
But that’s not how life worked.
Getting kidnapped, held at gunpoint, and shoved into a truck opened my eyes to how short life was. I didn’t want to settle anymore. I didn’t want to be that girl who came home from a job she hated, feeling dejected and unappreciated. That girl who had no friends to cheer her up because she was too uptight to have fun. That girl whose idea of a wild and crazy night was a cheap bottle of wine and some b-grade porn.
No. That wasn’t me anymore. I made my choice to throw inhibitions to the wind, to allow myself to be true, and go after what I really wanted.
And it felt fucking fantastic.
I had no idea how long this was going to last or even where it was going. But I was damned to enjoy the ride while I was on it. I took a deep breath, a smile subconsciously forming on my face, and sat up.
Immediately I knew something wasn’t right. I threw the covers back, eyes tracing down my body. I took in a sharp breath when I saw the chain around my ankle. I scrambled to my knees, pulling on the chain. There was about three feet of length, but I was definitely tied to the bed.
CHAPTER TWO
ALEJANDRO
I FORCED away a smile and turned off the sportscar. I closed my eyes and thought of her. Fuck. That wasn’t helping the semi I had going on. She was still sleeping when I got up. The sun had just risen, its weak rays filtering through the windows, illuminating Ellie’s beautiful face.
She had surrendered to me, completely. She was mine…and right now she was chained to my bed. I didn’t think she’d get up anytime soon, though. Not after what I did to her last night. She came so hard she couldn’t even walk. I had one business matter to attend to that morning. It wouldn’t take me more than an hour unless I ran into a snag. I hoped she’d still be asleep when I got home. She looked so innocent when she was asleep. My heart fluttered in my chest when I thought of her smooth cheeks, her long lashes together over her closed eyes.
I shook my head. No. Ellie was fun to fuck. That was it. I wasn’t going to get attached to her, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to develop feelings toward her. I didn’t have room for anyone like that in my life, especially her.
She was still a problem; though she voiced her want to stay with me, she technically was still a kidnapped victim. She had assured me no one would notice her missing until her vacation time from work was up in over a week. But someone would come looking for her.
No. I most definitely could not care for Ellie. And knowing that made it even harder to resist.
I got out of the car and went into a diner, sitting at the bar by the kitchen. I ordered food, eating while I read the paper. Anyone else would have assumed I was enjoying a quiet meal alone, not overseeing my dealers trade cocaine for cash.
I didn’t deal with people directly during a sale, or at least one like this. If something happened and the deal went south, I wasn’t involved. Not obviously, at least. Lower level dealers didn’t even know what I looked like. It was safe that way. They had nothing on me, other than knowing my last name. It kept me out the eye of the law. But my control-freak personality made me want to be there, watching in some way.
I interacted with my high-lever dealers on occasion. I made a point to personally visit them at least once, both to motivate them to sell and to threaten them. Plus, I liked to know where my weak links lay. High-level dealers dealt to mids, who dealt to lowers. Everyone was connected, and keeping the chain of business running was key to making money.
Big deals, like the one I had planned for the upcoming week, were a different story. I had to be there. I negotiated them myself, after all. My stomach felt unsettled at the thought of next week’s deal. If it went as planned, it would make me even richer and could open up my clientele by the thousands. It was risky, like all deals. There was always the chance of getting caught by the law, as well as a slew of other things that could go wrong.
I finished my meal, left the tip on the table, and left, eyeballing the dealer as I passed through the door. I stuck my keys in the ignition and fired up the sports car. I opened the windows and drove home. On the coast, this small town attracted a lot of tourists. They steadily increased over the years, which annoyed me at first. Then I realized how eager vacationers were to buy drugs. Selling to them was lucrative enough to open another warehouse here.
But right then, I was annoyed with the Americans milling about the streets. I revved the engine, earning a dirty look from a mother as she protectively wrapped her arm around her teenage son. He shrugged her off, too busy texting to notice how close he was to traffic.
I sighed. If only that woman knew who she was glaring at. Somedays I liked the anonymity of a new town with few business ventures. I liked being able to blend and just be normal. Though, even if the average civilian didn’t recognize me, the rivals did. I couldn’t let my guard down.
Finally, I made it through town and pulled into my driveway. My heart sped up, and a pulse of desire went through me. I subconsciously licked my lips and thought of Ellie. I put the car in park when I got into the garage.
I went upstairs right away, slowing as I walked down the hall. I stopped outside my bedroom door, listening. When I didn’t hear anything, I pushed the door open and stepped inside.
Ellie was lying in bed, curled up on her side. Her foot stuck out over the side. I had carefully wrapped a silver chain around her ankle, tight enough that she couldn’t pull it off but not so tight it was painful. I had left the key and a note for her on the nightstand. If she had woken up, she would have seen it, read it, and freed herself if that was her wish…and if she wanted to be fucked senseless—again—she would have gone back to bed and waited for me.
She either hadn’t gotten up or she had and was ready to get down and dirty again. I closed the door behind me. Ellie jerked up.
“What the fuck?” she asked, yanking on the chain. I smiled. “It’s not funny, Alejandro!” she said, crossing her arms. She stuck out her bottom lip as she pouted. “I have to pee!”
I laughed and crossed the room, kneeling on the bed. Ellie’s anger melted away, and she reached for me, eyes closing as she tipped her head up. I drew back, watching her body beg for more.
“I can see why you never got that promotion,” I started, flashing a wicked grin. “You are a shitty detective.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” she asked, back to being angry.
I flicked my eyes to the nightstand and waited. Ellie stared at me for a few seconds before following my gaze. She reached over, picking up a folded piece of paper. A little metal key fell from it, landing on the mattress.
She quickly read the words scribbled on the page. She held up the key, blinking. Then she reached down and unlocked the clasp on the chain. I shook my head and laughed. Ellie flew out of bed.
“Seriously?” she asked, putting her hands out. “That wasn’t funny!” she repeated and shoved me. I caught her hands, wrapping my fingers around her wrists. I bent her arm back and spun her around, pressing her between myself and a wall.
“I told you, you are mine,
chica
,” I whispered and brushed her hair back. I moved my lips to the nape of her neck, pressing them to her soft skin. Goosebumps broke out along her arms. I let her go and stepped back. “Go get cleaned up.”
She whirled around, hand flying to her chest. She opened her mouth to say something but stopped, eyes still wide. “Fine. I will.” She stomped into the bathroom and slammed the door. I turned, prepared to go into the sitting area of the room and relax for a few short minutes before it was business as usual again.
Ellie opened the bathroom door. “I’m going to need clothes.”
“I’ll have someone bring you some.”
