Tempted by Danger (The Danger Family, #1)

by Endiya Carter

Declan and Diesel were twins, with Diesel being the oldest by ten minutes. After them was Demetria, Denim and then me.

“So again, your problems are not with me.”

We wouldn’t be able to move on being stuck in the past.

“Good morning, sir. Would you like a drink before we takeoff?” “Yes, I’ll have a Blood Mary. Two shots. Thank you.” Oh, God.

The one time I made one of those drinks, I nearly threw up, and my mother banned me from making drinks. I’d made up in my mind that only psychotic people could drink in the morning, let alone drink stinky tomato soup from a glass.

was checking everything off my list, and I needed to stop checking for him because I wasn’t here to be lusting over my boss.

“Did you forget why I was standing? I can be very sensitive about my hometown. I… said… I… understand. Am I dismissed?”

I’d never been scolded like that in my life. I had way more to say, but not only would I be fired, I would never be able to get a job in another corporate office ever.

“Well, Mr. Dymon, if that is the definition of an executive assistant, then that number on the offer sheet I signed yesterday needs to double, and I need a work phone too because I refuse to have you ordering me around on my personal phone. I will turn that phone off with the quickness, and you will instantly disappear.

“I like her. She had your ass speechless. Read your ass like a book. And you ain’t do shit but look goofy.”

So…” He pulled on the blunt, inhaled, and exhaled slowly. “Now that she’s here, and he’s there, but he’s about to be back here, and you want to hit, and he’s still in love, and you love a lil’ competition. So, if one plus one equals two, and five plus five equals ten, you gonna hit Quinn, and all you gotta say is when.”

There was really no reason for me to be this goofy for a chick I’ve only known for a week. Her family down in that country town must be practicing witchcraft in the back of those B&B’s because I was truly disgusted at myself.

“Nigga, please. The fuck that got to do with me? You need to get off that dope if you thinking he could ever a pull a woman from me.”

“No coming back from this, Princess.” “I think you knew that the moment you dropped over a half a million on this pussy.” He raised his eyebrow. “There’s that feisty bitch I been looking for since I came in this room.” “You like when I’m feisty, Mr. Dymon?”

“Because you just paid over half a million dollars to just fuck me, when you could have had that blonde-haired girl from last night for free and free publicity on your Subreddit. Don’t talk about your stupid no fraternizing rule with me right now.”

pussy. I was nowhere near ready to tell my mother how my boss had a pussy-eating fetish and I was his Princess and that her daughter was very much digging herself into a black hole that only a tub of ice cream and sappy romance movies would be able pull her out

“Don’t you ever in your fucking life tell a nigga you sorry for turning him down. Do you understand me?”

“Okay. Oh, and, Mr. Dymon...” He looked at me. “Don’t ever let a bitch disrespect me again.”

Denim flapped her hands a little bit, letting me know that I was getting a little loud, and I was because who did they think I was?

Not if I don’t come back and don’t call you letting you know where I am!

So Kates, and those shoes hurt worse than any heel I’ve ever put on. Those shoes were only made for walking to sit down and look pretty.

It felt so good, but he had me ready to get power-driven through the headboard.

“I love you, Quinci,” he whispered in my ear. There it was. He didn’t say, Princess, I love you. He said, Quinci. “I love you, Quinci.” That was real. That was outside of the expectations that he’d set…we’d both set. Those words were the reason that I’d cried while he made love to me. Those words were the reason I let him work himself in my asshole. Anal sex while high, tipsy, and emotionally high was the best journey I could’ve ever taken my body on. When he was done filling my ass with his cum, he said, “Please, don’t leave me.”

“Baby? Can I have a little privacy while I wipe myself, please?” He looked at me, turning his nose up. “Girl, I put my nose in your pussy. Please, but I’ll leave.”

“Well, since we are going to be living in New York, I might have to apologize to…” She sighed in annoyance. “I’m going to have to apologize to Cruella De Vil and Scar for disrespecting them in their home.”