Tempted by Danger (The Danger Family, #1)

by Endiya Carter

“Out of the pool, now,” he growled through clenched teeth. He released my neck and dropped me under the water. I came back up, spit the chlorinated water out, then swiped it out of my face again. “What you doing here, Diesel?”

i’m already purring for diesel

“You don’t want me to knock you out in front of your friends and drag you out of here on your birthday. You know I will. You have twenty minutes.”

🥸🥸

“What?” I asked, looking around. “Dymon, Dad just named you as his new CEO!” Denim squealed. “CEO of what?” “The family business.” “What family business?” “Danger Inc.”

LMFAOO dymon funny

“Dymonnn,” Denim sang into the phone as soon as it connected. She was in the backseat of the car. “You either about to ask me to spend some money or you’re about to piss me off.”

lmfaooo his grumpy ass 😭😭😭

“Quin—” Denim started. “Wenci Cleverly,” I blurted out. He squinted. Oh my fucking God!

LMFAOOOO quinci please !!!

“I do.” I walked across the room, picking up the stack of papers that were on his desk. “I was just trying to see if the views of this city and access to free food is worth your attitude.”

WHACK HIM AGAIN

“Ms. Everly, I’m sorry. Mr. Danger said that you were fired and not permitted in the building.”

LMAO his mad ass!

“No, I’m okay. I might need leverage.” He looked taken aback before reclining in his chair. “Leverage?” I nodded my head. “Uh-huh. Just in case I have to remind you that you’re talking to a woman.”

omg she not letting this nigga breathe!

“But she’s the type of distraction that, after a couple of shots, and she came into my office, I wouldn’t turn her down—that type of distraction. And then she’s not afraid of me, not that I want people to be afraid of me like that, but… I fear that I enjoy her lil’ back talk more than I like to admit.”

this is a deranged man

I’d just told him to chill, so I couldn’t tell him that I’d just received an email from one of my private investigator’s telling me that they’d look into Ms. Quinci Everly and her family.

LOL? ok

She looked taken aback. “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. Poof.”

dymon hasn’t won yet!!!!

Q. Everly: Next time your mother calls, I’m putting her through.

LMFAOOOOOOOOO

Leaning forward, I pressed my lips against his.

oh my goodness he’s gonna fire my bitch 😭😭😭😭😭😭

When I realized that I’d fantasized about kissing my boss, while literally sitting in his face, I was mortified.

it’s okay quin it happens to the best of us!!!

I stood and dapped him, Price, and Ryan up. I could’ve taken her home, but after knowing what went on in her mind, I’d definitely fuck her tonight, before we established any type of rules, and I didn’t need that happening. Now, it was time for me to go home and redo my file. We were going to match, and if we didn’t, I was going to pay for us to match.

oh dymon is nuts fr

Gripping my chin, he pulled me to him, pressing his lips against mine before slipping his tongue in my mouth, circling the inside of it.

WOOOOAAAAHHHHHGKD GOD TOLD ME GOD TOLD MEEE

As soon as he closed it, Dymon reached across the seat and grabbed my neck, touching one of the painful marks he’d left last night. “Who the fuck were you just talking to, Princess?”

yup i’m down bad for dymon LMFAAAOOO

“Ass,” Donovan squealed.

LMFAAAAOOOO PLEASE

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

PERIODDDD BIG Q

“Paid for the pussy, yeah, yeah, yeah. Goddamn. All your ass know how to say these days.” He pulled a blunt and lighter from his pocket.

well nigga you did?! i’m confusion 😂😂😂😂

“Ooohh. Oh my God! Baby. Baby. Baby,” I panted.

bABY?!

I slapped him across his face, prompting his eyes to pop open.

I SCREAMED

She gasped and straightened her shoulders. “Mr. Dymon, I got private jet coochie?”

quinci carrying the comedy fr

“Over half a million dollars, yeah, yeah, yeah. You still on that?”

you’ll never live that down 😭😭

“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.”

mhmmmm my couple!

“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.”

LMFAOOOO it’s the fact she don’t know she’s on speaker 😭😭😭😭😭

Our relationship had grown into something I never thought it would be, which was a good thing.

awww ok declan not a bitch no more !!

She looked at me and smiled. “Now, can you just imagine what your life would be like if you hadn’t paid half⁠—” “Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. It’s not like you weren’t already tempted to begin with.”

yup ! keep reminding him how he paid for pussy!!