A/N So I don't know how this will work out but a story idea came to me today and I thought I would act upon it. Temptation still has a few chapters to go and I will try and post an update in the next few days.

Please read and tell me what you think

Ana

I fucking hate Joanne for forcing me into this. I never asked her to suddenly take an interest in my personal life. She is my friend and cousin, not my councillor.

It's a fucking Friday and I am sitting in a damp, dull and dark room staring at a bunch of fuckwits who feel utterly sorry for themselves when they have no reason to do so. What I should be doing is trawling the clubs, drinking my body weight in Tequila and finding myself some aspiring athletic actor with self esteem issues. A little flutter of the eyelashes, a tease of my round full breasts, a suggestive tight little black dress and they would be eating out the palm of my hand, or preferably my pussy. Los Angeles is awash with young attractive people looking to forget the drag of their 9 to 5 minimal wage jobs and immerse themselves in the glitz and glamour of Hollywood. I don't do relationships. Never have. One bad experience in high school with some prick called Wayne has put me off for life. I have enough issues to contend with as it is without willing taking on another person's. The drama can become all consuming and the invested feelings are in the end always shattered into millions of tiny pieces. My motto in life now is "get it up, get it in, blow my mind then leave." End of acquaintance. Men come and go, two at a time sometimes but my heart and my sanity always remains in tact

I check my watch again.

8.00pm

This stupid meeting was suppose to start 15 minutes ago but there is still no sign of Thomas the wet blanket who chairs the session. This is my third visit and if i get my way, it will be my last. As a 24 year old young virile woman i personally feel my behaviour isn't extreme. I just choose to believe its Joanne being over dramatic and exaggerating the situation. She is an old romantic and puts her faith in true love. Delusional in other words. I love the girl to death, she has been my closest confidant my whole life but we reside on different ends of the spectrum when it comes to love.

I come from a family of wealth. My parents own a 12 million dollar mansion in Beverly Hills, an apartment on the Upper East Side in New York, a resort in Cabo, a house in Malibu which I am currently inhabiting, and a yacht in Monaco. My father is an oil tycoon and my mother has been his kept woman for 30 years and just recently starred on the Real Housewives for a season. They are the darlings of the Beverly Hills social scene and I am pretty sure our affluence intimidates most. The prim and proper behaviour required for such a circle has never been my thing and I have spent my life rebelling against it. Don't get me wrong, I am not one of those attention seeking rich kids who swan off to the hood desperate to rid the shackles of being wealthy. I have had friends who have fled their luxury seven bedroom homes with just their Louis Vuitton luggage bags, few 1000 dollars all in the bid to try and convince the world that they are normal by doing drugs and starting a rock band.

No I will happily take the money and live in my outstanding house with my closet full of designer clothes. I just don't like attending their pretentious functions and acting like a stuck up virginal débutante. I speak my mind, have a filthy mouth and drink and party like a college football player which are not attributes favoured by the Beverly Hills elite.

The old bald guy besides me starts to cough up a lung. That is the final straw. I am out of here. I reach down in between my legs to grab my black Hermes Birkin bag and begin to stand up only to be stopped by Thomas who enters through the rusty old door. He is dressed in a burgundy hoodie and blue jeans, his converse looking oddly new and white.

"Well good evening campers. I see we have a few new members. Welcome to you all."

He pulls out a plastic chair and joins the circle we have unwittingly created.

"This is a safe space where we can openly discuss our problems, share experiences and support each other through this difficult transition"

Blah blah blah. It's the same old drivel just a different week. Seriously this dude needs to learn some new patter. There is no way I can sit through another hour of wining and depressing tales so once again I stand, ignoring the judgemental stares and tuts. The door swings open and In stalks the most gorgeous man to ever walk this earth. His copper highlights gleaming underneath the bright fluorescent light, his sharp grey suit clinging to every sinew on that toned, slender body. How I would love to run my tongue over what I presume are his hard abs and down to his shaft of pleasure. My gaze is torn away from his delicious body and locks onto his sculptured face. His cheeks are defined and thin, his lips plump and pink, his cute button nose lying perfectly on that striking face and the eyes. Grey orbs piercing. Flicking with fire, lust and sensuality and they are directed straight at me.

I am going to fuck him. Even if it is the last thing I do.

"Ahh a latecomer. Don't be afraid come and joins us"

Thomas addresses the man and waves his hand to the area of spare plastic chairs. The man gracefully saunters over, the muscles in his thighs squeezing and bunching with every step. He places himself directly in front of me and opens his legs, his very pronounced package bulging as he reclines.

"Ana. Are you leaving us?" Thomas sarcastically asks me. Fucker!

"Definitely not" my eyes never breaking away from the tempting morsel dangling opposite.

"So as you are very enthusiastic tonight do you want to start?"

"Sure"

I place my bag back on the floor and clear my throat.

"Hello, my name is Ana Steele and I'm a sex addict"

Game on big boy!

Christian

"Just go and check it out. That is all we are asking"

My brother stands before me with his arms crossed. This is a fucking liberty. Tell you what, you let somebody into your life just a fraction and the next thing you know you are being coerced into attending a fucking sex addiction group. My brother is officially off his rocker.

"Elliot listen to me and listen good. I am not going to sit in a room and listen to some sad pathetic saps harp on about how much porn they watch a day or how all they can think about is sex. I have a multi billion dollar company to run or have you forgotten?"

"Of course I haven't forgotten but Christian, Kate and I have lived here for two weeks now and you have had a different girl every night. Without fail, fuck one night you bought back three chicks."

I smirk at the memory. That was fucking great night. Legs in every direction, boobs all up in my face. Moans and screams where the soundtrack. Pretty much a perfect night

"Look I am no saint and before I met Kate I was a player, admittedly. But don't you see that this is excessive?"

Here is the crux of the problem. Kate, Elliot's wife. She has got a stick so far up her ass I could parade her around as my puppet. The married couple are living in one of my spare rooms while their house is being renovated and the prissy queen moans about every fucking thing. She doesn't like the meals my housekeeper serves, the decor offends her eyes, the air con is on too high, fuck the birds probably chirp to loudly in the morning. If Kate isn't complaining, she isn't happy. Saying all that she is a freak in the sheet by all accounts. Now I live in a spacious 15,000 square foot mansion but boy can I hear that girl when she climaxes. Either she is a wild one or my brother transforms into a porn star in the sack.

"I don't understand her problem Elliot. It's not like I stick my cock into these girls right in front of her face"

"No you just take them to your shag pad down the hall"

"Jealous?"

"Hardly. Christian you can't keep your dick in your pants"

"Why would I want to? It's pretty magnificent. I would even go as far as saying it is a thing of beauty and should be shared with the whole female population."

"Just go please. Once?"

"Fine. But don't expect me to stop living my life. I work hard and play even harder" I wink at my exasperated brother" Look I like to let off some steam at the end of the day. It really is nobody's business how I achieve that"

Taylor parks in the empty space next to the yellow Lamborghini. Maybe it's just a group of randy old men who can't get it up for their 20 year old girlfriends. If nothing else this should be entertaining.

I walk into the compact room and there in the middle of the circle of sadness is a goddess. Her black ripped legging showcasing her long legs are accentuated by her heeled Louboutin boots, her cropped grey top displaying her flat, toned tanned stomach and the RayBans hooked at the top is dragging the material down and exposing the swell of her firm breasts. The sides of the barely there top are cut away revealing her lace bra. A mane of shining chestnut hair is artfully tied to the top of her delicate head in a messy bun. This girl is from my world. Her whole appearance screams of wealth but there is also this hidden vulnerability.

I am going to fuck her. Even if it is the last thing I do.

The siren's blue eyes are feasting on my package like she wants to devour it right here and now. She bites her lip and my cock jerks. The guy who I guess is in charge of this meeting is talking but I don't hear a word. I am mesmerised by the beauty as she stands smirking and gently swaying those supple hips. And then she speaks.

" Hello. My name is Ana Steele and I am a sex addict"

Husky. Raw. Filthy. Carnal.

We look at each other like we share some secret insider joke. Neither of us believe we belong here and we are both ready for action.

Bring it on baby. I will rock your world

A/N What do we think?