Heartbreaker: A Filthy Dirty Love Novel

Determined to pleasure him in the way he had her, she slid her finger over the slit, gathering his pre-cum and sliding the silkiness over his cock head. He reached for the front of his T-shirt, pulling it over his head to rest on the back of his neck, giving her a fine view of his ripped body. From a squared chest to a well-defined six-pack to a V at the waist, he clearly spent a lot of time in the gym. Not too big to look ridiculous but not too thin either.

Gloriously perfect.

She bit her bottom lip and traced the valleys of his muscles, feeling each one flex beneath her finger. Slowly, and not caring who knocked on the door, she let herself explore the body she couldn’t even believe she got to touch. The guys she’d met in university didn’t look like this.

This guy was all man. All delicious, fuckable man.

“You’re…” She gazed into his powerful eyes and lost her voice.

His left eyebrow rose. “I’m what?”

She felt drunk from the endorphins as she glanced at his body once more before meeting his gaze again. “You’re so damn hot.”

His grin was full of sin. “Tell me what you want, sugar.”

“I want you.” She grabbed his thick cock and used his pre-cum again to lubricate him as she stroked, urging him to take her.

“Inside you?” His hips shot forward, and he thrust himself into her hand.

“Yes. Fuck me.”

His eyes flared. Obviously, he appreciated boldness. He reached for his pants at his knees, taking out his wallet and then grabbing a condom.

When she moved her touch away, he tsked. “I was enjoying those hands.”

Heat flushed through her, and she began stroking him again. His low moan slid sensually over her, flooding her with urgency. He watched her as she slowly dragged her hand over his shaft from base to tip, memorizing the feel of his dick. She took his heavy balls into her hand before teasing them with light touches. He groaned, and his jaw clenched as he unwrapped the condom.

That left eyebrow arched again. “Since you’re so good with your hands…” He offered the condom.

Desperation consumed her as she took the condom and quickly applied the latex over his shaft. She only looked away for a moment before she stared into those intense eyes again, letting him see how much she liked touching him. Allowing him to witness how crazy he made her.

As soon as she’d fully sheathed him, his hands were on her face, his mouth on hers again, slowly nipping her until he deepened the kiss, taking her to a place that inflamed her body. God, she could feel everything. Every whisper of breath from his nose. Every slide of his thumbs across her cheeks. He became all she knew as his condom-covered cock rested against her stomach.

“I won’t be gentle,” he murmured across her mouth.

“Good,” was all she got out before he spun her around.

The cool metal of the bathroom stall pressed against her taut nipples, her cheek resting there, too. She stared into the heat of his eyes in the mirror next to them above the sink.

He slid his hand up to her neck, holding tightly. “Do you see how sexy you are? How much I want you?”

“Yes.” Her voice cracked with urgency. Her legs began shaking, but it wasn’t nervousness. It was pure, unadulterated desire.

Intensity washed over his expression when he removed her panties and then grabbed her ass, spreading her cheeks. She felt the tip of his cock press against her, and then with a shift of his hips, he thrust deeply inside.

She bowed against him and moaned.

That’s when she learned something very important about this man. Sex was the endgame for him. Or at least tonight it was. Maybe he’d been too built up or pushed too far by all the teasing she’d done on the dance floor, but he hadn’t been exaggerating earlier.

He didn’t do gentle.

One of his arms wrapped crossways over her chest, pinning her to him. The other hand held her hip, his fingers digging into her flesh while he pounded into her, leaving her no choice but to come into her climax. Tears leaked from her eyes with every pound of his hips.

He was so deep.

Perfect.

Hard.

Screams poured from her mouth as he took her right to the very point of euphoria. The difference between him and her ex: he delivered on his promise. With a final hard slap of his pelvis against her ass, she bucked and jerked against him, moving her hips, claiming the pleasure he offered.

With his final roar as he took his, too, he didn’t only claim her body, he owned her soul.

Chapter 1

One year later…

In the west precinct of the Seattle Police Department, Joss O’Neil purposefully sat in the back of the briefing room, her mind far from the job. The epic one-night stand she’d experienced a year ago captivated her thoughts. Perhaps having wild sex in the bathroom of a nightclub hadn’t been the classiest spot to give in to her desires. But the guy she’d met that night had given her the hottest sex of her life. She vividly remembered the way he’d touched her and how he’d made her feel. Wanted. Sexy.