Teasing Phoenix novel Chapter 12

I’m losing my control, not because of not getting laid, it’s because of the woman beside me who’s driving me crazy. When she cries over my gifts, it warms my heart.

It’s been a long time since I spend gifts over a woman, but that woman betrayed me. Now, I want to pamper Samantha—she’s worth every penny I spend for her. And I know those gifts remind her of her dad.

The moment she lies down beside me on the couch, I know the baby steps are long gone. When she moans, my traitor of a cock hardens like a rock. I know I have to kiss her one way or another because this beast inside is going to savage her anytime soon—my urge, my lust, and these feelings are overflowing in my body.

When our lips touch, I know she owns me—the feeling is overwhelming, fills with giddiness. Her taste and the softness of her lips are intoxicating. And I’ve never felt like this before with anyone, and it’s freaking me out—in a good way.

I still want to kiss her—kiss her all day.

So, I break the kiss, lean my forehead to hers as we’re both panting—her breath is warming my face. I love her smell, and I can nuzzle my nose on her all day.

I take a deep breath to calm my nerves, but my throbbing cock beneath her thighs doesn’t help me so much as it’s press under her sweet wetness.

“Princess, I know it’s a rush, but I never regret kissing you. I love every second of it,” I admit. No point of beating around the bush.

She opens her eyes and looks at me, and I know she’s turned on as I am.

“Why did you kiss me?” she demands.

Fuck! She’s angry. Didn’t she enjoy it? But that kiss tells otherwise because she kissed me back, and it was as raw as mine, and I know she’s as affected as me.

“Because I want to kiss you. You’re a temptress, then you moaned, so I lost control. Are you mad at me right now?” My voice is laced with desperation.

“We shouldn’t kiss, and this won’t happen again, Phoenix. Friends don’t kiss the way we kissed.” She begins to stand up, but I grab her waist, causing her to slump down into my lap, causing my cock to press under her thighs.

“Oops! Sorry. That must be uncomfortable.” She bites her lower lip to hide her smile, then she smiles sheepishly.

“Yeah.” I shake my head, amused with her. “Having fun torturing my cock? You’ll beg for it later, Samantha. Oops!” I mimic her voice, causing her to narrow her eyes at me.

“Why would I beg?” she asks, still glaring at me.

“Because the moment you sat on him, he gave you permission to own him.” I can’t tell her what I really mean because she might run away from me, and I can’t let that happen.

She bursts into laughter.

Jesus! My cock jerks when her body shakes from laughing. Kill me now.

“I don’t wanna own him.” She grimaces.

“Then, own me instead.” I grin and cock my brow.

She looks me into my eyes and wants to say something, but she holds it back.

“What? You don’t want me either?”

“We’re friends, Phoenix. We don’t own each other. We don’t kiss, and we won’t kiss again.”

“You’re my fake girlfriend. The moment we kiss, you turned into my real girlfriend.”

She stares at me but doesn’t say a word as if she’s reading my mind. And whatever she’s about to say, I know I may not going to like it.

“Can we just forget what happened minutes ago,” she whispers.

“Can you? I don’t think I can, princess. Honestly, I don’t want to because you’ve been on my mind constantly since we met in the parking lot. Why not give us a chance? We can make it work. We both laugh at our own jokes, we enjoy each other's company, we ate together, we slept in the same bed together, we talked, we missed each other. I know you like the kiss, Samantha, why fight it? I know you like me too,” I sigh, feeling so desperate. And she’s unintentionally breaking my heart.

“You’re narcissistic. I didn’t tell you I missed you, and I didn’t tell you I like you either, silly. We may enjoy and laugh together but—” I press my finger on her lips to stop.

“Go out on a date with me, Samantha.” I pour my heart out to those words, and I hope she feels it.

Her eyes widen. Why does she seem so surprised?

“You don’t date. Don’t fool me, Phoenix,” she scowls at me. What the fuck?

“Who said I don’t date? How did I have a girlfriend if I don’t date?” I ask in disbelief.

“They said you don’t date and you’re a playboy.”

“Yeah, there’s no point in lying. After my break up, I never went on a date, never in a relationship again. But I want to date you properly. I want you to be my girlfriend, Samantha, and this time it’s real. Please, give us a chance?” I say desperately.

“Is this why you give me books? Bribing me to agree on dating you?”

I laugh my ass out loud, shaking my head. “Princess, you think so low of me. It hurts, you know. But I would never do that. It won’t be real if I have to bribe you to date me. I gave you those books because you love to read, and it reminds you of your dad,” I explain. “To go out on a date with you is worth more than all the books putting them all together into one library, and you, Samantha, to be my girlfriend is priceless.

“Fine. Whatever!” She rolls her eyes “Consider this our first date since we already kissed,” She giggles after that, and I can’t help but smile.

“Really? So we’re dating and you’re now my real girlfriend?” I ask, still can’t believe she agrees with me.

Her eyes widen. “Whoa! Hold your horses, cowboy! We’re just dating, and you’re not my boyfriend. Yet.” That makes me chuckle.

“That’s perfect. I’m glad you agreed. Thanks for giving us a chance.”

I kiss her lips, and she responses immediately. She cups the back of my head, so I can deepen the kiss. It turns intense that makes my body vibrates with lust and needs.

“I think we should stop now,” she says after she breaks the kiss.

We’re both panting.

I swallow hard and squeeze my eyes shut. “Yeah because you’re killing me here.” My voice becomes huskier.

She stands from my lap, this time I let her. I rub my face with my hands and release a deep breath.

“Stop saying like that. I need to go home anyway.” She checks her phone.

“I will send you just wait until I calm a bit.”