Tease Me
Tease Me
Volume One
by Emily Goodwin
Tease Me
by Emily Goodwin
Copyright © Emily Goodwin 2014. All Rights
Reserved.
Edited by Jessica Miegs
Cover art by Najla Qamber Designs
Formatting by Kody Boye
This book is a work of fiction. People,
places, events, and situations are the product of the author’s
imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or
historical events, is purely coincidental.
No part of this book may be reproduced,
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Other books by Emily Goodwin:
The Guardian Legacies Series:
Unbound
Reaper
Moonlight
(2015)
The Contagium Series:
Contagious
Deathly Contagious
Contagious Chaos
The Truth is Contagious
Beyond the Sea Series:
Beyond the Sea
Red Skies at Night
(2015)
Dark Romance:
Stay
All I Need
Erotica Novellas:
Tease Me
Tempt Me
Take Me
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Dedication:
To Felicia, who is pretty badass.
Even good cops want to be bad…
His balls smacked against my ass as he
thrusted in and out of me, driving his hard cock into my warm, wet
pussy. I bent over, fingers curling into the back of the leather
couch. His thumb circled my erect nipple before trailing down my
stomach and pressing against my swollen clit.
Holy fucking shit that felt good. Warmth
spread through me, and my pussy tightened around his dick. I tossed
my head back, overcome with pleasure. He circled his fingers and
thrust harder into me.
“
You like that?” he
whispered, breath hot on my neck.
“
Yeah,” I panted, hardly
able to talk. The muscles in my thighs quivered. I sharply inhaled.
“Oh God,” I panted. I was so close to coming. Oh my God. So
close…so fucking close.
“
Not yet,” he whispered and
moved his hands to my neck. “You come when I say you can.” His
fingers tightened, choking me. He stopped fucking me, pulling out
so only the tip of his dick was inside of me, teasing. I groaned in
frustration, and my body went rigid, begging to be allowed to come.
He shoved his big cock back into me, pushing it in as far as it
could go, filling me.
His fingers squeezed my neck, and he rammed
himself into me again, over and over. He let go of my neck, fingers
sweeping across my collarbone. His skin was soft and smooth.
Slowly, his fingers trailed over my breast and around my hard
nipple.
He touched my clit again, gentle at first,
tantalizing. Unable to take it any longer, I reached down and moved
his hand out of the way. I could do it better myself. I knew what I
wanted. He leaned forward, watching me stroke myself. Pleasure shot
through me, winding in my stomach. My breathing quickened. I was
almost there.
He cupped my breasts in his hands, running
his fingers over my nipples. He brought his thumb and finger
together, pulling my nipple. I moved my fingers faster, pressing
down on my clit. I was so wet.
He slipped his hand down, taking over where I
had left off. He moved fast, pressing so hard it almost hurt. My
wetness increased. Oh. My. God. The coil in my stomach wound
tighter. I braced myself against the couch. He kissed my neck and
flicked his fingers back and forth.
Holy shit. My mouth opened, and my eyes
rolled back. Pleasure was building up—fast. My muscles tightened,
and I fell forward, nails digging into the leather.
“
I’m close,” he huffed.
“Come first, sweetheart.”
And I did. Hard, so hard juices dripped down
my leg and onto the couch. The orgasm rippled through me, my body
shuddering in ecstasy. I moaned, riding out the pleasure. The
wonderful tingling exploded, running down my thighs. I wouldn’t be
walking any time soon.
His hands settled on my slender waist, breath
coming out in a ragged huff as he blew his load. Panting, he leaned
forward against me, open mouth against my shoulder. He sucked at my
skin, and I shuddered. My ears rang and my fingers tingled from the
intensity of the orgasm. My head dropped, resting against the back
of the couch while I waited for him to finish.
His dick pulsed inside of me. I slowly
inhaled and opened my eyes. Holy fuck, that was good. He pressed
his lips to my neck.
“
You are so beautiful,
Ellie,” he whispered. “Just stay here and I will make you something
to eat. And bring you wine.”
I settled on the couch and smiled. “Thanks.
But really, I just want you again.”
He smiled, his blue eyes flashing. “Anything
for you.”
*
My alarm blared. I groaned, reaching my hand
out from under the blankets to slap it. Fuck. I was in my
room—alone. Sunlight filtered through the third-story window. It
was dirty on the outside, muting the bright sun. I had cleaned the
window the best I could but was too scared to lean out and wipe
away all the dirt.
I rolled over and pulled the blankets over my
head, wishing I could force myself to go back to sleep and back to
sexy dreamland. My heart was racing, and I was hot.
Shit. Why couldn’t that be real?
At least I dream-finished that time. I hated
waking up mid fuck. Though the satisfaction wasn’t real, at least I
was getting laid on some level. God knows it hadn’t happened in
real life in over half a year.
I sighed and closed my eyes,
thinking of my sexy boy-toy in the dream. He was a real person and
not a made up fantasy, which made me feel kind of dirty. I didn’t
know his name, but I knew he was a doctor, a surgeon I think, at a
hospital here in Indianapolis. I had seen him a few months back
when I was admitted for severe dehydration due to a fun bout of the
stomach flu. He hadn’t been my doctor, but he came in my room to
speak to my roommate who had recently had surgery. He had dark wavy
hair that a fell around his face, vivid blue eyes, and an accent—a
fucking
Irish
accent. He could make me wet enough for a panty change just by
reading the phonebook.
He had frequently fucked me senseless in my
dreams as of late. I wasn’t sure why he had popped up, but I didn’t
regret it. The way we hooked up in dreamland changed from time to
time, though his appearance tonight was almost realistic. In
dreamland, I had met him in a bar and he took me home. It was just
a hookup, and he didn’t know who I was. Which would really be a
good thing. I didn’t look my best during my hospital stay.
I yawned and stretched, annoyed that I could
have slept in. I didn’t even have to go to work today; I just
forgot to turn off my alarm. Really, I was afraid if I turned it
off I’d forget to turn it back on Monday morning when I had to get
my ass into work. Though I was so worried about forgetting, I
checked my alarm at least three times before I lay down at night.
The chances of really forgetting were slim to none.
Maybe I
should
go to a bar tonight. It was
Saturday and my weekend off. I laughed at my own thought. Yeah the
fuck right. Me, go to a bar? Getting drunk and going home with a
stranger was even funnier. Besides the obvious concerns, I was
afraid of leaving with a ten and wake up with a two.
I liked to think I was a seven, maybe an
eight or even a nine even when I got all dolled up. I wasn’t short
but wasn’t as tall as I’d like to be either, standing at five feet
five inches. I was lean and athletic, as I had to be for work.
Though even as a cop, I did more sitting behind a desk or in my
squad car than I did chasing bad guys. No matter how hard I worked
out, I couldn’t get rid of my large ass. I didn’t particularly
mind, though.
I had the same shade of blue-green eyes as my
father and older brother—also cops and damn good ones at that—and
my brunette hair fell down to my middle back. I recently got layers
cut in, and my hair held a decent curl. But I didn’t go out. I
didn’t get drunk and fuck random strangers. Though part of me
wanted to. Badly.
I was a good girl. I followed every rule. I
got to work early and stayed late. I busted my ass but got denied
year after year for that fucking promotion. Like I did today, hence
the breaking point.
Living risk free was boring. But it was safe.
I knew what to expect, and there was very little risk. It was easy
to stick to my routine and not do anything crazy. That was how I’d
always been, how I always would be.
I could use some fun. I could use a night of
drinking and letting go after the week I had just had. Even if it
was just a few hours of shameless dancing and drinking, it would be
nice not to worry about paying my rent next month, paying off my
student loans, or feel like I was drowning in medical bills.
Fuck insurance. They didn’t do a damned
thing. I was behind on payments from when I was admitted to the
hospital with the flu. I never should have gone in. But my ex, Ken,
insisted. He was worried about me, he said. He cared about my well
being, he said. He cared about it so much he never had the decency
to tell me he had been cheating on me for the last three
months.
With a man.
At least that explained why he never went
down on me was always trying to get me to let him stick it up my
ass. I wasn’t a fan of anal. I sighed at the thought. In truth, I
knew something wasn’t right in our relationship for months, though
I never guessed he was cheating. But play-it-safe Ellie didn’t want
to risk saying anything. So I suffered in silence then went through
the humiliation of being cheated on.
Whatever.
That was my life. I had to make the best of
it somehow.
*
After my morning run around the city, I
showered and lay back down in bed, thinking about the sexy doctor
as I drifted to sleep, imagining myself as a doctor’s wife. I would
have enough closet space if I was Mrs. Doctor Sexy, that’s for
sure. My entire apartment was only about a third of the one I had
split with Ken. Once we split, I moved out. In all fairness, he
offered to let me stay in our shared apartment until I saved up
enough so I wouldn’t be living paycheck to paycheck.
But I’d be damned to stay
with him another minute. We hadn’t been together
that
long, but I was hurt.
Hurt I wasn’t enough, hurt he lied to me, and hurt that I wasn’t a
good enough cop to know my own boyfriend was sneaking around on me.
I’m supposed to notice those things, right?
I woke up to my phone ringing. I had a missed
call from my best friend, Misty, but no voicemail. If it were
important, she would have left a message or called back.
Unable to fall back asleep,
I got up, twisted my hair into a messy bun on the top of my head,
and put on my favorite flannel pajamas. I made a pot of coffee,
then sat down on the couch. I planned to spend the rest of the day
with my remote in my hand watching old episodes of
Doctor Who
on
Netflix.
Four episodes later, Misty called again. I
groaned, not wanting to get up from the couch and retrieve my phone
from the kitchen. I was hungry and had to pee; I might as well get
up anyway. Besides, what if it was an emergency? I couldn’t enjoy
my shows not knowing why she called.
“
Hey lady,” I said into the
phone.
“
Finally,” she blurted.
“What is going on, Ellie?”
“
Huh?” I asked, rinsing my
coffee cup in the sink.
“
The Calaveras.”
“
Who?”
“
Ugh!” Misty sighed. “The
Calaveras family. It’s all over the news. Jesus fucking Christ,
Ellie, you’re supposed to be a cop.”
“
I am a cop,” I said, a
little too coldly. It wasn’t fair to be hard on Misty. She didn’t
know the shit that went down at the precinct the last few days. And
I didn’t want to talk about it.
“
I know you are,” she said.
“It’s all over the news. Something about a drug bust and a few
people got shot last night. You didn’t know about this?”