Tempt (Cloverleigh Farms, #9)

by Melanie Harlow

It was from watching my dad and Frannie that I’d learned to believe in real love, the kind that lasts.

“I’m not asking for a promise. I’m just asking that you try being a little less predictable, and a little more adventurous. Plot twists are fun.”

Yes so much fun 😂 especially in a good romance novel

Everything about her was sexy. That hair—it hung down beyond her shoulders in blond satin waves.

That body—those curves could make a grown man cry for mercy.

That mouth—it was heart-shaped and lush, with her lips pai...

Sit on my face. Put your hand in my pants. Let me rub the tip of my cock on that little dimple that appears in your cheek when you smile.

“I’m thirty-two. How old are you?” “Older.” “Older like ninety?” “Older like forty-seven.”

Perfect ten. That described her to a T.

“Because it’s been a long time since a woman took my breath away.”

Her heart-shaped mouth fell open. Her eyes smoldered. “My heart is beating so fast right now,” she whispered.

“No. My hands will be all over your body.” Leaning closer, I put my lips against her ear. “My hands, my mouth, and my cock. Baby, if you say yes, you’re going to be up all fucking night.”

“You are infuriatingly, indecently beautiful,” I told her. “And I might never forgive you for making me want you so badly.”

Oh my, the mouth on this one 🥵🤭😅

She put a hand over my cock, which strained against the denim. “Are you going to punish me for it?”

And she can dish out the filth just as good too 😏😉🥵

“Hard and repeatedly.”

Yes, yes, yes!

“I like hearing you say that word—please.” I dragged the black lace thong down her legs and tossed it aside. “It makes you sound like such a good girl. It’s almost enough to make me forget what a bad girl you are.”

“You think I’m a bad girl?” She sounded sort of impressed with herself.

“...

“Walking into the bar tonight looking like that. Putting your eyes on me. Coming up to my hotel room. Letting me taste you...

“Do you think that w...

Millie’s eyes were wide as she watched me. Her red lipstick was smeared around her mouth. She was still ungodly bea...

“What am I going to do with you?” She appeared to think about the question somewhat seriously. And it’s not easy for people to surprise me, but what she said made my jaw drop. “Spank me.”

Lovin' this plot twist 😂🤭

“Would a good girl get so wet from being spanked? Would a good girl like being punished this way? Would a good girl ask to get fucked?”

“Listen, Millie MacAllister. Down in the bar, I told you if you said yes, you’d be up all fucking night. And I meant it.” I laughed, glancing over at the nightstand clock. “But it’s⁠—” “It’s barely after midnight. What time is your flight?” “Nine.” His grin widened. “Baby, we’re just getting started.”

“You are Millie fucking MacAllister, and you deserve the best.”

I kept my voice low. “You’re as beautiful as I remembered. Maybe even more so.”

The color in her face deepened and her long, thick lashes swept down. “Thank you.”

I couldn’t resist kissing her cheek. After pressing my lips to her soft, warm skin, I put my mouth near her ear and whispered, “I know it’s wrong...

“Let’s pretend,” I whispered, moving my fingertips over my clit.

“I forgot what a bad girl you are,” he said, like it delighted him. “Are you touching yourself?”

My left eyelid twitched. Had he said grandpa? Fucking grandpa?

Aww shit 😂😅

“I changed my mind.” My heart skipped a beat. “About what?”

“I don’t want to be a good man tonight. I just want to be the one in your bed.”

👏🏼👏🏼🫣🤭

“Baby, you took my breath away the night we met.” Playfully, I bit her inner thigh. “Now fucking sit on my face before I lose my mind.”

I should have said no. I should have gotten out of her bed, put my clothes on, kissed her cheek, and said goodbye. That would have been the right thing to do, and doing the right thing mattered to me. But in that moment, she mattered more.

She glanced at me over one shoulder and blew me a kiss, all my instincts told me not to let her go.

“I liked the idea that someone might . . . belong to me. That there was someone I had to protect and provide for. But I didn’t want to love anyone so much I couldn’t live without them. With her, that was never a danger. But with you . . .”

“With you, it is. With you, it’s been a danger all along.”

I saw it immediately—and it hit me like a fist to the solar plexus, knocking the wind out of me. It was a necklace almost exactly like the one Millie had admired the day we’d watched Antiques Roadshow in my New York City hotel room. It wasn’t identical, but it was damn close.

“With you, I would. I want to make you happy, Millie. I want us to build a life together. And if that life includes a family, I’d be the luckiest man on earth.”

“Listen, I wasn’t looking for you. But when I saw you in that hotel bar, it hit me like a lightning strike—I had to have you. But once wasn’t enough. I swear to God, you never left my head for a moment after that night we spent together.”

“I know you did.” He smiled. “It’s one of the things I love about you, because I know you don’t trust easily.”

“That home didn’t even feel like home anymore. Home to me now is wherever you are, and no matter where I go, I will always make my way back to you. I want to show you something.” He let me go and slipped out of his coat, tossing it onto the velvet settee behind me.

“It’s a compass rose,” he said. “A navigational tool for sailors, but also a symbol of discovery.”

“I got it for you.” His voice was quiet but firm. “You’re my north, south, east, and west, Millie Rose. You ground me, you guide me, you inspire me. And I’m madly in love with you.”

😍😍😍

The tears were flowing freely now, but I didn’t even care. I threw my arms around his neck and buried my face in his chest, blubbering like a baby. “I love you too,” I sobbed. “I’m so happy.”

“I love you,” I whispered as he moved above me. “You’re all I’ve ever wanted.”

“I love you too.” He pressed his lips to mine. “You’re all I’ll ever need.”

Whenever I saw it, I was reminded of Zach, not just because he’d been a sailor, but because his presence in my life was solid, strong, and comforting. When he held me, I was home.