Tempting men to walk the on the edge of sensual exploration is Morgan’s specialty. She thrives on their second guesses, but she’s met her match in Donald. His fearless eyes and seductive texts tantalize her into dangerous arousing positions. She keeps telling herself to walk away. He keeps texting her.
Even though she’s the Tempting Textress, he’s dominating this unprotected game. Morgan is out of control with this Boss. Every trick she plays, he turns it around and pleases himself.
Donald’s obsessive, commanding, and an insatiable addict. Morgan’s asking herself who will come out with the final climax of this affair.
Targeted Age Group:: Adult
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
This book was inspired by my desire to delve deeper into a character created for another serial. In my Wanna Play? Romance Serial the Boss is a texter that tempts the main protagonists to play sexual games.
In Tempting Textress Insatiable Addict, Morgan tempts the Boss, Donald. The reader is given more insight on his cheating addiction and a tantalizing peek at how he met a bubbly fun character in the series.
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
The Tempting Textress is a culmination of strong female women. She is the dominant alpha female we could be if we made our own rules.
Donald the Boss came from a former lover who was just as dominant. His insecurities and need for infidelity gives him just enough weakness to give in and fall in love with him.
By Alexa Lynch
If we haven’t had the pleasure of meeting, let me introduce myself. I’m Morgan, the Tempting Textress. If you’re of the male persuasion, look me up and maybe I’ll add you to my contact list. If you’re female, pay attention. You can learn a lesson on how to keep a tighter snare on your property.
First thing to remember with men are that they’re fickle creatures. At least the ones that I attract are. They’ll bounce on a whim, looking for affection. And I position myself to catch them. Don’t get me wrong, ladies. If you have your man wrapped around your finger, then a seductive smile of mine won’t cause his eye to wander. I’m not coming between you. He’s not who I’m attracted to.
I’m after the guy searching for validation without flaunting his manhood around. I’m not one to shy away from an Alpha Male, but they can be troublesome. My prey is usually flawed and predictable. Most of the time.
Recently, I found a challenge that put my tempting ways to shame. His compulsion seduced me to follow him into new encounters. Angela, you have an addict on your hands.
But, despite your passive attitude, I can attest you’re blameless in this affair. Donald’s obsession is not just with sex. He’s hooked on the act of infidelity. He craves the thrill of cheating. He must have you close by his side to betray. And most profoundly, he can’t stop. He is an INSATIABLE ADDICT.
Top of the list of places to meet men was the grocery store. We’d all heard the myth, but did anyone really throw on their high heels and push up bras to pick up hunks while buying cheese? I did. Except I never bought cheese, only non-perishables.
In my neighborhood there was a big box grocery, a farm grown produce market, and a store that was sort of in between. The “wanna be” grocery choice with healthy alternatives. This was the place I focused my efforts and they paid off in a big way.
My plan was to scope out a desirable man by the products he purchased. I’d go in regularly, watched the shoppers and nailed down my list. I knew what to look for and red herrings to let me know if a man was truly committed. Just so you know, if he buys you your favorite flavorful pint of ice cream for that special time of the month, he loves you. Hold on to your keeper.
On the day I met the sex addict, I strolled up and down aisles, with a little plastic basket hooked on my arm. Tucked inside were few essentials that could be found in any pantry. Mostly they were there for looks. Boxed items, never anything perishable.
Keep in mind, I wasn’t there to shop for food. I didn’t need another box of sesame seed crackers. I walked the store looking for a new challenge. Shit did I ever find a man that lived up to it. I first saw him turn down the condiment aisle, then we shared a glance near the diet soda’s. I was primed and ready, so I purposefully ran into him in at the pasta sauces.
“Excuse me. Could you pass me a hearty sausage?” Up close he was a few years older than I expected, but still well within a good performance range.
“A girl after my own heart.” He placed the jar of sauce in my basket and extended his hand for an introduction. “I’m Donald.”
His grip was firm and his eyes, a piercing blue. Surprisingly, they never left my gaze to check out what I had to offer. He was all business with powerful eye contact and I was lured into him. This wasn’t normal. I was speechless.
He kept my hand clasped between both of his. The left corner of his mouth twitched up. He was enjoying our run in, as much as I was. Usually the first suggestive touch or lingering caress of a stranger invigorated me. Fueled me to tempt him into my trap.
But Donald’s touch sent shivers up my spine. In the silence of our attraction, I was magnetized to this stranger. He could be anyone. A priest, serial killer, good guy cop, or a sleaze ball car salesman. None of it mattered, I was his from the instant we touched. Control yourself Morgan. I urged myself to get a grip.
“Thank you, Donald.” I slipped my hand from his, bringing it to my lips for a quick caress. Then without a word I made my exit. I left him in the aisle without offering my name. Let him stir with wonderment.
It was hard to walk away. His aura clawed at me, but I held strong. A man that bold usually didn’t have his advances ignored. To capture him, it was crucial that I stayed true to my plan and two steps in front of him.
We’d squirmed for each other long enough though. Time to check out. The next phase had to be executed perfectly. I loaded my bags in my trunk, just as he passed behind me in the parking lot.
“Damn!” I smashed my fist down on the closed storage compartment. “Not again. Not today.”
“What’s your trouble?” Donald asked, coming over as expected. He pushed his cart straight up behind me and right into place.
Ooh reusable bags. “I locked my keys inside when I put my groceries in,” I pouted, slamming into the bumper with my hip.
“Do you have a pass through in the back seat?” He moved around to look in the windows.
“Doors are locked too,” I sighed and stepped up behind him, making sure I was within elbow room. He eased around, snaking himself up next to me. Damn he’s smooth. Not even a flinch. “I’ll have to call my ex to come pick me up.”
“Your ex? Why?”
“He’s the one number I have memorized.” I flipped my platinum curled hair to the side and dragged my hand back along the edge of the trunk. Averting my gaze from him, I asked, “You see my phone is in there too. Can I use yours to call him?”
He took his device out of his pocket with hesitation. Staring at me with his intent blue eyes he paused, then tapped across the screen, unlocking it.
“You use a passcode? Mysterious. You a cop or something?” I tugged the phone from him and pushed the call button.
“Just have a nosy roommate and more than one suggestive pic in my photo stream. If you know what I mean.”
“Of course I do.” I typed a few numbers in, but stopped and arched a sly brow. “I’ve been known to take a few questionable photos myself.”
“Really?” He leaned back, lowering his chin to his chest. “How about we don’t call that ex of yours.”
I finished dialing. My phone rang in the trunk and I handed his back. “Name’s Morgan, so you’ll know when you add this number to your contacts.” I perched my hands on my hips. “Where do yo want to take my profile pic?”
“How about my place? I have perishables and an hour to spare.”
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