Heartbreaker: A Filthy Dirty Love Novel

“Well, I do.”

“Why?”

He arched a brow at her. “Because I’m a filthy, dirty man, Joss.”

She laughed softly, her eyes twinkling. “Obviously one who’s unashamed of that fact.”

“Why should I be ashamed?” he asked, moving back to the fireplace, giving her some distance to breathe and think clearly. “I like sex. The more erotic, the better. Sure, I could use my fingers or my tongue or my cock to make you come. Or even better, I could use all these lovely things I have laid out before you and then use my fingers, my tongue, and my cock and make you fucking explode. Which would you rather?”

“Definitely the latter.” She grinned.

He chuckled with her, leaning against the fireplace and folding his arms before he got serious again. “This is meant to be fun. Even to be playful. If there is anything you don’t like about what you see here, tell me. If I use anything on you, and you decide later you don’t enjoy it, tell me.”

“And you’ll stop?”

“I’ll always stop,” he reassured her. “Say yellow, and I’ll know I need to slow down. Say red, and I’ll stop everything completely. But the point here is not to get you to level red. The point is to get you off and give you orgasms. All clear?”

“Crystal,” she said, resting her hands on her crossed legs.

He watched her give the items one last look, seemingly a little more relaxed now, before he added, “You can also change your mind, you know. We can still take this slowly. Build up to more of what you’re seeing here.”

“Oh, hell no,” she said with a firm shake of her head. “I’m in this. All the way.”

“And you can stop this at any time, yes?” he reminded her.

She examined him and then smiled softly. “I trust you, Maddox. I know I’m safe here.”

“Which is important. The more you trust me, the more fun we’ll have.” While she trusted him on a professional level, as her superior, soon, she’d know his kinky side fully and trust in that, too. “To be perfectly honest, and to reassure you, I’m not a sexual sadist. Whatever I touch you with, whether that be my hand or a toy, is for your pleasure, not for my enjoyment of causing you pain. Your orgasms are the endgame.”

“Then what do you get out of this?” she asked.

“I get to control you. I get to do whatever I want to you, in all the filthy ways that turn me on.”

“That’s enough for you?”

If only she could see herself through his eyes. Sex with her wasn’t ordinary. The high she gave him was only becoming more addictive. “More than enough, sugar,” he reassured her.

Obviously, she believed him because she didn’t press the matter more, and she glanced at the toys again. “So, in this little game of yours, what comes next?”

“You kneel for me.”

With a sexy little smile, she rose.

She went to take a step toward him, and he said, “No, Joss.” When her foot lowered back to the floor, her smoldering eyes locked onto him, he added, “Crawl to me.”

For a few long seconds, she studied him, clearly wondering if he was serious. He stayed quiet, letting the silence and his firm look answer for him.

Slowly, she lowered to her knees, her chest rising and falling quickly.

He watched her closely and loved pushing the limits of a strong woman as she began crawling toward him. He didn’t doubt that in her past, she’d had very vanilla sex with men who didn’t ask what he’d ask of her. That’s what he liked. He saw things in her that a vanilla man wouldn’t see. A yearning to surrender shone within her. The willingness to submit under a dominant touch. The craving to experience something a little more intense, and definitely a bit wicked.

Sex in the nightclub. Sex outside. Rough sex. She liked pushing past the ordinary. He planned to exploit that knowledge and satisfy them both in the process.

And, of course, watching Joss go to her knees for him was a bonus.

He was a filthy, dirty bastard, after all.

Chapter 5

Oh. My. Motherfucking. God.

Never in her life would Joss have thought she’d crawl for a man. Maybe at first, the whole thing was awkward. Not now. Not with Maddox looking at her with those hungry eyes like he planned to fuck the living shit out of her, all because she’d done as he asked. Not with how she could see how much he liked watching her crawl to him. For those reasons and more, embarrassment simply never rose.

When she finally stopped in front of him, he dragged a thumb across her mouth. A trademark move for him that she’d begun to enjoy. “Be a good girl and take off my pants,” he told her.