A Tempting Arrangement (Twisted Vows, #1)

by Jessa Wilder

I can almost feel the sting of my palm as my hand lands hard on Misty’s round ass, leaving a perfect red print. I’ve wanted to mark her since the first day we met.

She stood in the hall with both hands on her hips, her head cocked to the side. Her eyes were round, her chest rising and falling too fast to be normal, but she’d played it off and walked around me without a word. Fuck, it had taken willpower not to pull her back and slam her into the wall. I’d never responded to anyone the way I do her.

I’d make her beg for more until she screams out my name as I sear myself into her soul.

Misty stands in the doorway, the light from the hall illuminating half her face. She’s twisted her hair up, revealing the smooth column of her neck, and I follow it down to where her breasts puddle above the neckline of her dress like they can no longer be contained. I want to rip it down and feel how perfectly they’d fit around my cock, hear the sounds she’d make as I fucked her tits. She breaks my control, turning me primal.

groan low in my throat, balls tightening as image after image of my girl on her knees barrages my thoughts. Misty closes her lips, breaking the illusion, and I rip myself away from the warm mouth, instantly fisting my cock in full view of this mystical pixie who captures all of my attention.

Misty’s eyes are locked around my fist stroking from base to tip. The light catches on her hardened nipples, and a flush crawls up her chest, pinkening her cheeks as she takes me in. She should be disgusted, but my girl’s captivated. Her teeth sink into her bottom lip as she takes in every stroke. My hips jerk forward, and a pained whimper escapes her throat, sending me over the edge. My orgasm slams into me, shivers rippling down my spine as my cum coats my hand.

“Welcome back.” I breathe the words in a whisper. Shock turns to fear, turns to mortification, and she practically squeaks, “I’m sorry.” Then turns and flees.

“She’s the reason you called?” Selena inquires. She’s fully dressed, silk shirt tucked into a perfectly tailored pencil skirt. She looks like she belongs in board meetings; she’s everything that Misty isn’t. Making her everything I don’t want. “It won’t happen again.”

“You go. I’ll clean up.”

“I’ve got a job,” I reply, eyes still glued on the door. He doesn’t question it. “Personal or business?” “Personal.” “Oh, who is he?” He sounds interested. “She.” I

“You know we used to use our skills to control the Society. Now you’re stalking a girl? Talk about using your power for evil.” “It was always evil,”

My brother clears his throat. “So who are we stalking?” “My future wife.”

Every second of what happened in the conference room has played on repeat in my head. I’d just stood there, frozen in place, watching his hand, the way his tip glistened, until he parted my lips and the taste of him filled my mouth. It snapped me out of my daze and doused the rapidly building heat between my thighs with ice-cold water.

Because there is no possible way I stared at my boss getting head from another woman and got wet off it.

Unsnapping my bra, I dress in my coziest oversized shirt, then crawl into bed, too exhausted to do anything else.

Deep brown hair falling over smoky gray eyes, hooded with heat, flash across my mind, and I bury my head into my pillow, doing everything I can to drown out my thoughts. I bring my knees together and bite my fist before sliding the tip of my tongue over my lip, tasting the remnants of him. My panties are already soaked, and I’m so tired of resisting the temptation. My hand slides down my stomach and up my thigh

before cupping my core. A soft moan escapes me as my hand turns to his. Him pushing the thin fabric to the side. His fingers the ones buried deep. His palm massaging my clit.

My breath catches when my imagination has my mouth wrapping around his cock, but instead of pulling out and coming on the floor, I swallow down every ounce of his release. My orgasm crashes over me, wav...

My apologies. I’ve previously booked the weekend off and have a prior engagement.

Not a request.

“Thank you.” He gives me a nod and stands with his hands behind his back. There’s a rigidness to his posture that screams of years of training. “Of course, miss. I’ll wait out front for you when you’re ready to leave.”

“You don’t have to do that. I’m sure I can grab a cab at the end.” “I assure you, Miss Hart, I do have to do this. I’ll see you in a few hours.”

“Because that’s a Princess Diana–level revenge dress.”

“Definitely,” Mia’s boyfriend Alex says, stepping up to us and handing her a champagne flute. River comes up behind Mia and kisses her temple while cupping the back of Alex’s neck, giving a gentle squeeze. The two men make a striking pair in black tuxes and crisp white shirts. Where Alex is blond and playful, River’s dark and broody.

AHHHHHH MY BABIESSSS

“You look stunning. Whoever this mystery guy is, he’ll eat his heart out. Might even beg on his knees.” “I don’t think I want him to beg on his knees.” Do I?

“Even better, leave him wanting.”

Lucas and Piper

“That’s Sebastian. He’s the youngest.” “I heard he has a death wish.”

my replacement is required to be married, which will be my grandson Damon’s final hurdle prior to taking the family helm.”

“The future Mrs. Everette cannot be just anyone. She’ll be courageous and fierce while simultaneously kind and giving.” His eyes slide over me, then double back until they lock on mine. “She’ll walk with pride and confidence knowing she has the support of the Everette family.”

Slender fingers wrap around my wrist, and Mia asks worriedly, “Are you okay?” “Yes, of course.” My voice sounds weak even to myself. She eyes me like she doesn’t believe me. “Just a little too much champagne.” I shift, and the stage enters my view, but the men are gone.

“Just going to run to the ladies’ room. Be right back.” “We can go with you,” Mia

“I heard it’s going to be Anastasia Volkov. They’ve been seen together before, and her father’s company would make a valuable partnership.” “Not a chance with Aubrey interested in him. No family can pass up royal lineage. Not even the Everettes.” “She just needs the money.” “And? Do you think Damon’s looking for a love match? Do you think any of the Everette men will be able to?”

“What are you doing back here?” “I can ask you the same thing.”

needed air. Had to get away from a perfect distraction.”

“Shouldn’t you be in there finding your future wife? Isn’t that what these parties are all about, after all.”

“Who do you think I should marry?” I shrug. “I’m sure you could marry any of them.” “What if I don’t want them?” he asks. “From what I heard, you don’t have a choice.”

“What if I’ve already made my choice?”

“You know those are bad for you.”

corner of his lips lifts, revealing straight white teeth. It makes him look sinister. Damon takes another drag and blows it out against my chest, sending shivers over my suddenly heated skin. When I don’t move, he sucks on the cigar again, this time leaning down until his lips nearly brush mine. My mouth falls open, and he exhales the smoke as I gasp, filling my lungs with his breath. The tobacco burns my throat, and I struggle to suppress my cough. But within seconds, it hits me, softening the world around us as it floats to my head. He repeats the process, and I suck in each of his breaths.

“Absolute torture.”

I take a second to adjust my rock-hard cock before following after Misty. She’s already slipping through the crowd toward her friends by the time I reach the main room.

She’s fucking effervescent in her low-cut dress, pale pink hair pulled up, with curls framing her sun-kissed skin. A goddess of

temptation. I had to flex every single muscle to stop myself from closing the distance between our mouths in the alleyway.

She is captivating me with her clear green eyes, pulling me in like I’m a planet and she’s my sun. I’ll gladly spend my days orbiting around her. The only thing stopping me from owning her body is knowing that the second I break the kiss, she’ll flee. I need her to be tied to me, irrevocably mine. I’m not a patient man, but I’ll wait for her. Show her that we’re meant to be. That she’s the piece of my soul that’s missing and I’m the armor she desperately needs.

😍❤⭐

I don’t like sharing what’s mine.

She conceals a part of herself from everyone but not from me. For me, she’s brilliant in her anger. For me, she doesn’t mask her emotions under pretty smiles. For me, she lets herself shine through.

“I gave him a special assignment.” The corner of his lips twitches. “So he’s with your girl?”

Misty disappears into her room, and I curse under my breath there isn’t a camera in there. She’s left the door open, giving me a sliver view of her space. When she appears, her dress is undone, revealing the side of her back, but she steps out of sight before I can examine her.

“Don’t worry. I refused the bathroom and bedroom. Let’s just hope she’s not the type to walk around naked.” “Watch it,” I warn.