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My Temptation: Book One of The Forbidden Series,
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I lie on my back and spread my thighs, giving him a glimpse of what he can’t quite see yet with my bikini still on.
He pauses on his route to the bed, and drags his hand down his face.
“Fuck, I wasn’t going to do this now, I had it all planned. I wanted something romantic but I need to make you mine. I can’t wait any longer.”
He spins around and riffles through one of the drawers in the dresser. Finding whatever it is he’s looking for, he clasps it in his hand and walks towards me.
Climbing on to the bed, he hovers over me, placing one hand by my head to hold him up, while the other comes up between us. He has something pinched between his pointer finger and thumb.
I focus my gaze on it and gasp. I swear my heart stops before it starts again, this time beating double its normal rate.
“Reed,” I breathe.
“I need you to put this on, baby girl. I need you to wear this and never take it off. I need you to be mine.”
Holy shit, this is really happening.
Reed Burke is asking me to marry him. Well, not really asking, but I wouldn’t have it any other way, and let’s be fair, my man doesn’t ask. He takes. And right now, he’s taking me.
I lift my hand up, my left hand, and place my ring finger near him so he can slip the ring onto my finger. It’s a perfect fit — which of course it is, this man doesn’t do anything by half.
He lowers his head to mine, resting our foreheads together.
“Mine,” he rasps.
“Yours,” I breathe. “Forever.”
Epilogue
Reed
5 years later
If you’d have told me that at the ripe old age of forty-eight I’d be a husband and father of three rambunctious children, I would have laughed in your face. But here I am, with a wife twenty-two years my junior and a father to two-year-old twin boys and a two-month-old daughter.
I’m standing over the stove cooking dinner for the love of my life while Luke Combs croons about being a lucky man and winding up with a five leaf clover.
I can relate to that.
I hear the top stair creak as Bella makes her way down. She’s been up there putting the kids to sleep, not that Paloma will give us long; that girl likes her mother’s milk too much — can’t say I blame her, it’s fucking delicious.
Bella’s small hands wrap around my waist from behind and she places a gentle kiss between my shoulder blades.
“How long will dinner be?”
“Not long, you hungry?”
“Ravenous, but not for food.” I freeze.
We haven’t had sex since she had our daughter. The birth wasn’t the easiest and she’s needed a while to recover. I have too; seeing her go through what she did? Christ, it nearly killed me.
“I saw my doctor today, she’s given me the all clear.”
Fuck!
I carefully place the spoon that I was using to stir dinner down and turn off the stove.
“You have one minute to get back up those stairs, get naked and get in our bed.” She turns and runs.
I look down at my watch as the seconds tick by painfully slowly. At sixty seconds I’m spinning on my heel and racing up the stairs, my patience shot to hell.
I charge into our bedroom to find my wife naked and sprawled on the bed, just as I asked.
“Good girl,” I murmur. My voice sounds like it’s been dragged over gravel.
My hands make quick work of the buttons of my shirt, dragging it from my body and throwing it somewhere in the room. My wife gulps as my hands move to my buckle, the clink of the metal loud in the quiet of the room.
“Are you wet for me, baby? Are you ready to get stuffed full of my cock?”
“Yes,” she whines. Her fingers trail down her stomach, over her clit and separate her slit showing me her glistening pussy.
“Fuck,” I grunt. I quickly remove my pants and boxers, stalking towards her completely naked, my cock jutting up and already leaking pre-cum. She licks her lips. “They’ll be plenty of time for that later,” I tell her. “Right now I need inside that tight cunt of yours.”
I climb onto the bed, my fingers going straight to her pussy and finding her soaking wet and ready for me. Her cunt tightens around my fingers as I thrust them in and out of her, stretching her, preparing her to take my cock.
A small drop of pearly white liquid beads at her nipple. I lower my head and lick it up, groaning as the sweet taste of her milk floods my taste buds.
“More, I need more.” I latch onto her nipple and draw more of that delicious liquid from her with each pull of my mouth.
Her fingers find my hair and pull on the strands, causing a spike of pleasure to shoot down my spine. She pulls harder, lifting my head from her breast and guides me to the other one.
“Put me inside you,” I say before I suck her nipple into my mouth and draw more of that delicious nectar from her.
Her hand reaches between us as she guides my cock to her cunt. As soon as I feel her wet heat, I thrust. I give her all of me in one hard drive of my cock.
“Fuck,” I groan. My mouth pops off her nipple as I throw my head back in pure ecstasy.
Nothing compares to being inside her tight pussy. She’s got me off with her mouth, her hands, and her tits these past few weeks, but this, this is where I belong.
“Reed,” she gasps, her neck arching and her head pressing back into the pillow, “I’m close, so close. Don’t stop.”
My spine tingles as my own orgasm surfaces, my balls draw up, my hips start to falter and my thrusts turn uneven as pleasure takes over.
“Oh fuck, Reed, shit — you need to pull out,” she gasps as her cunt spasms around me.
“Fuck no,” I shout as my release nears.
“Reed, you’ll get me pregnant again,” her voice is a mere whimper, her orgasm in full swing, her skin flushed. But her words are enough, and with what little strength of will I have left, I pull my cock from her heat and spill over her stomach.
I groan as rope after rope of cum shoots from my cock and I cover her in my seed.
“Shit,” I grunt and collapse beside her. “We need to come up with a better method of birth control than that.”
“It’s called condoms, Reed.”
My eyes shoot to hers. “Fuck, that,” I mutter. “There will never be anything between us when I’m inside you.”
“Well,” she smiles, “it’s just as well the doctor gave me an implant today then, isn’t it?”
“Why the fuck did I pull out then?”
“It takes a week to work,” she laughs. “You’ll have to be careful for another week, then you can start filling me up again.” My cock twitches at her words, desperate to bury my cum inside her.
“We need to get your parents to have the boys this weekend. I need some quality time with my wife.”
I wouldn’t say my relationship with George is what it used to be. I am after all, fucking his daughter, but we’re in a good place. He’s accepted how much I love her, and even he can’t deny how damn happy we are.
“By quality time, you mean time spent inside me?”
“Damn, right.”
“Hmmm, just as well they’re picking them up on Friday, then.”
Christ, I love this woman.
“How long until Paloma wakes up?” I ask her a few minutes later. We’re lying in bed, our arms wrapped around each other as we come down from our highs.
“I think we have time to eat that delicious smelling food you were cooking and go again before she needs feeding.”
“How did I get so damn lucky to get a life with you?” I murmur as I pull her from the bed with me.
“It’s me that’s the lucky one, Reed. I got the man I’ve always wanted.”
I shake my head at her. This is a familiar argument between us, both of us claiming to be the luckier one of the two. It’s an argument we’re lucky to have, one I will never take for granted, and one I’ll gladly take part in for the rest of my life.
The End
Afterword
Not ready for it to end? Want more of the girls?
Don’t worry – Ava’s book is coming April 2026.
Acknowledgements
As always my first thank you has to go to you, my reader, because without you this book and all the others I plan on writing don’t get to happen. It might not have necessarily been the book for you, but you read it and got this far, and for that I have to thank you.
To someone who is not just my alpha reader but my friend, confident and the reason these characters are who they are — Susan. I hope one day I can cross that large body of water between us and actually talk to you in person.
My beta girls — every feral one of you! Lea, Priscilla, Megs, Alice, Cori and Courtney, you give me the confidence to publish the books I’ve written and help me more than you could possibly imagine.
To my editor, Sophie, you’ll get every single one of my books to work your magic on. Thank you for everything.
To my street team and every single person who helps me day in and day out. You’re there for every question I throw your way, your support means the absolute world, and I want you all to know how much I appreciate you.
My family — my two amazing children and my wonderful husband, Liam. Thank you, thank you, thank you. I love you all more than you could possibly imagine and wouldn’t be able to write a single word without your support and belief in me.
Liam you’re the love of my life and better than any book character I could write.
Thank you again for reading. I hope you’re ready for lots more from me.
Faye x
About the author
Faye is a UK based, spicy romance author who loves writing about alpha males who fall for strong, independent women.
If she’s not writing, then she’s either reading a spicy book herself or spending time with her husband and two children.
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