Heartbreaker: A Filthy Dirty Love Novel

That never happened. Women never stayed the night. Ever. He made sure of it. He stared at her, his gut twisting as he realized how many rules he was unconsciously breaking with her. She crashed through indestructible walls with very little effort, and without him even realizing she was doing it, and he didn’t know how she fucking did that. Last night, he’d outright refused to go to dinner with her, and yet, somehow, she’d outsmarted him and basically dragged him there, making him feel like an idiot if he didn’t follow.

Now, as she slept peacefully, her hair curtaining her face and her cheeks rosy, his mind churned. She lay there like a sleeping beauty for him to wake with a single kiss. He couldn’t help but ask himself: What is it about you? Over and over again, he pondered the question, never getting a solid answer on why she captivated him so much.

He sighed, and that stirred her, causing her to rub her face into the pillow and open her eyes.

She blinked twice. Then, “Hi.”

“Good morning,” he said, voice tight. His head spun. What in the hell was going on with him? Last night he’d enjoyed going for pizza with her. He liked listening to her speak and watching her smile. Most of all, he liked waking up next to her. And that was a problem.

He turned onto his side and stared into the gorgeous depths of her soulful eyes, wondering how she possessed the powers she did. What sort of trickery was she using to get him to respond to her in the ways she wanted, without him even thinking about putting up his shields to stop her?

She slowly lifted her head off the pillow, giving him a measured look. “Is everything all right?” she asked, her eyes searching his intently.

Her hair was a mess, sticking up wildly, and somehow, she looked more beautiful than ever. “You confuse me.”

She considered him carefully for a good few seconds before she laughed easily, rolling onto her back. “Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”

He wasn’t laughing, far from it. “I don’t know,” he answered honestly, trying to find solid ground again. He wasn’t supposed to enjoy her this much. He was supposed to curb his hunger for her, not fall further, wanting even more of her than she’d originally offered.

Her smile remained when she tucked her hand between her face and the pillow, eyes even twinkling. “Well, Mr. Serious, if you don’t know if it’s a good thing or a bad thing, then what do you know?”

“I know that I’m surprised I didn’t ask you to leave last night.” He hesitated, letting that truth sink in. He pushed the blanket farther down his torso, his skin flushing hot. “To be perfectly frank with you, I can’t decide if your presence weakens me, or if you’re smarter than me because you’re crafty and getting me to do stuff I wouldn’t normally do.”

She burst out laughing and gave that sparkling smile he was growing fond of before replying. “Let’s call it a little bit of both and leave it at that.” She pushed against him, sending him onto his back as she climbed onto his lap. Her hair flowed around her face, her bare breasts dangling deliciously in his face, all stealing the thoughts from his mind. “You need to calm down and stop being so serious. Let’s stop thinking and stay focused on what really matters.”

He fisted his hands, afraid if he touched her, he wouldn’t be able to stop. “What matters?”

She gave him a sexy grin and purred, “Getting each other off, of course.” She lifted her hips and found his morning wood and rubbed her warm and wet folds against him. Back and forth, she slid her damp sex from the base to tip, until he awakened, growing harder for her.

The tease was enough to remove his hesitations. With a groan, he slid his hands up her back, as she sealed her mouth across his, teasing him with her perfect taste.

“I know where we stand, Maddox,” she whispered against his mouth, “and I know that waking up next to you this morning doesn’t mean that I get to leave my toothbrush here.” She rubbed her clit against his hard shaft and moaned, hot desire filling her eyes.

When she moved away, he watched as the little vixen reached for the condom he’d left on the bedside table, along with the two already opened wrappers from the night before. Playfully and with that sexy smile of hers, she opened the foil and quickly sheathed his cock in the latex. He groaned as she slid her hand over him, but soon, that pleasure was nothing compared to when she held onto his cock like she owned him and lowered down, slowly taking him in.

He grasped her hip, stopping her, using his other hand to cup her nape. “You want to fuck me, sweetheart?” he asked her.