Tempt The Playboy (Tempt 2)

“I have to go back and tell Lauren,” I say as the cab stops and he opens the door.

“She’s taken care of. Now, Kaleigh, get in the car.”

I let go of his hand and walk to the door, my hand grazing his hip and then cupping his cock. “I can’t be your friend,” I tell him before I bend to get into the cab.

“Good,” he says, following me inside and shutting the door, giving the cab driver his address. The light from outside streams into the car, showing his blue eyes are dark and cloudy. “I was through being friends with you anyway.” His voice comes out husky.

I turn my back to the door. “Is that so?” I ask him, not sure what this means, my heart hammering in my chest, my breath holding itself in. “And why is that?”

He looks at the cab driver then turns his head to smirk at me. “We are way past being friends. Because I’m about to do very dirty things to you, things that friends don’t do with each other.” He yanks me to his side, leaning down and nipping my lower lip. “Dirty, dirty things.”

I’m almost ready to beg him in the middle of a cab, but the driver stops right in front of his house. I open the door, getting out while Noah pays the driver. He walks past me as I follow him up the stairs while he unlocks the door. He holds the door open for me. I step in but don’t make it far because he walks in with me, slamming the door behind him. His hands go up to my neck, grabbing my hair and tugging me back, a moan escaping my lips. My back lands on his chest again. His hand leaves my hair, and he’s suddenly all over me. One hand pulls down my top, my breast springing free, my nipples achy with need while his other hand slides into my shorts, his middle finger sliding between my folds, finding me wet with need. My head falls to his shoulder.

“Yeah, definitely not going to be your friend anymore.”

Chapter Seventeen

Noah

Maybe it’s a good thing that this whole thing with Kaleigh has ended. I was losing my touch. I went out running today and I didn’t wink at one single person, not a fucking one. I didn’t even try to see if the woman in front of me was wearing a thong or not. I spent the next day taking another run and rubbing one off in the shower. I look at my hands before I get dressed to make sure I’m not developing calluses with the amount of time I’ve jacked off in the last four fucking days. I look down at my dick. “You need to get out of your funk, man, and wake up,” I say right before I go to my closet, taking out my favorite pair of black jeans. I pair it with a button-down white shirt and throw a gray cardigan on top. I roll up the sleeves to my elbows, making the white shirt fold over. I grab my black boots, finishing the look while I slap on my black Rolex.

I order an Uber and text Austin to be outside in ten minutes. We nod at each other and get into the car, both of us in our own turmoil. We stop by a pub, grabbing some wings and beer while we watch the Yankees on the screen.

“Where do you want to go tonight?” he says while a commercial comes on.

I shrug my shoulders, grabbing the beer and taking a long pull. “I don’t care as long as my dick gets some action.” I almost groan, opening up my Instagram app, and there looking back at me is Kaleigh in what looks like sex on two sticks, which are her fucking legs. Jesus, my cock finally sees his target. And she tagged herself at Lights club.

“Let’s hit up Lights Night Club,” I say, closing off my phone and finishing up my beer. It’s now or fucking never.

Shaking the doorman’s hand, we make our way over to the corner bar. I’ve spent many nights closing this place down. This is one of the first clubs Austin and John put their names on.

I lean on the bar, motioning to the bartender with my finger. When he comes to us, I order a bourbon straight up because at that minute I scan the booths and see her. The woman who has broken my dick and put a spell on him. She stands next to Lauren, who is dancing with her hands in the air. I notice right away when Austin finally spots her. He stands straight, draining his bourbon also in one gulp, his eyes never leaving her. We both motion for another shot. We watch as the sisters make their way to the dance floor. I watch Kaleigh sway her hips left and right while one hand goes up and the other stays by her side. A baboon goes up to Lauren and it takes Austin less than a blink of an eye to pounce on her. I make my way through the crowd, standing right behind Kaleigh while Austin drags Lauren off. My hand itches to touch her.