Heartbreaker: A Filthy Dirty Love Novel

“What are you up to?” she asked.

His grin turned wicked, and instead of answering her, he said, “Take those clothes off while I’m gone. Bra and panties only.”

As she watched him move up the stairs as if he had all the time in the world, she set to undressing, leaving her jeans and blouse at the door, remaining in only a white bra and white cotton boyshorts. Hell, given how she’d felt the past few days, she was only too glad she wasn’t wearing granny panties.

Only a handful of minutes later, Maddox appeared on the top landing, shirtless, his pants unbuttoned. Heat flooded her, and when he reached her, she said, “I’m one lucky lady.”

His mouth twitched. “Believe me, I’m the lucky one here. I’m still counting my blessings that you said yes to date me. But since you’ve agreed to be mine now, let me have a look at you.” He lifted his finger and motioned for her to turn in a circle. She obliged him and turned toward the door, and he groaned, low and deep. He squeezed her right butt cheek, then her left. “Your ass looks incredible in these.”

“I thought you only liked fancy, lacy things,” she said, spinning back to him.

“On you?” That eyebrow arched. “I like anything, sugar, and sometimes even better…nothing at all.”

She swallowed the added moisture in her mouth at the way he looked at her—like she was truly his—before he pulled a blindfold from his back pocket. Darkness soon slid over her eyes as the covering settled into place. She shivered when he stepped in behind her, sliding his fingers down her spine before he kissed her shoulder.

“I’m going to hide,” he murmured. “You’re going to find me. Then I’ll reward you.”

She exhaled as the strength and heat at her back vanished when he stepped away. Her eyes were shut beneath the blindfold, but she noticed that she could hear him stride forward. She smiled and listened carefully to his footsteps. Within seconds, it became instantly obvious that he’d gone upstairs.

Thump…thump…thump…

She counted each step, and by the tenth, she knew he hadn’t gone into the bedroom. The footsteps came overhead, telling her that he’d traveled farther down the hallway.

Then silence.

Silence that told her the chase was on. A chase not necessarily easy half-nude. Slowly, barefoot, she made her way up the stairs, holding onto the railing. Once at the top, she counted the steps that she’d heard him make. The silence around her was thick and heavy. All she could hear were her harsh breaths and her heart hammering in her ears.

Soon, she’d find him. Her pussy drenched with anticipation.

She held her hands out in front of her, ensuring she didn’t bump into anything until suddenly those hands touched smooth, warm, and hard skin. “Caught you,” she said with a smile.

“Good girl,” he murmured, sliding his hands around to her ass, squeezing her cheeks. “Now for that reward, sweetheart.” He took her hand, leading her somewhere that took her another seven steps to get there.

Again, the strength of his warm body came at her back when he gathered up her hair, placing it over her shoulder. His hands stroked her body from her face to her neck to the curve of her side to her bottom, there wasn’t a single part of her untouched by him. She moaned when his fingers tickled her inner thighs, traveling higher until he slipped his fingers inside her boyshorts and stroked her soaking-wet sex.

“You like finding me, hmmm?” he observed.

She moaned, dropping her head back on his shoulder. “Now that I have you, I never want to lose you.”

“You never will.” He lowered his lips to her neck, his finger gone from inside her boyshorts. She shivered as his hands traveled over her while he returned to her front. He unhooked her bra, sliding it off her shoulders, then he reached down and removed her boyshorts. His mouth was on hers a moment later, and that’s all she knew…all she cared about as she melted into the promise of pleasure.

When he backed away, the cold void of his departure sank in deep, and she whimpered for his return. Yet again, she stood there in the darkness, waiting for whatever he planned to do next. Which came only a second later when something soft dragged against her arm.

She sighed and softened as he began wrapping the rope around her upper body. First, the soft strands slid across the back of her neck, and then she began to feel the tugs against her torso as he placed knots along her front.

His fingers paused when he kissed her shoulder, saying softly, “Grab your forearms behind your back.” She did as told, and he kissed her neck, “That’s my girl.” He stepped in behind her and began sliding the rope through her arms until they were bound tightly at her back. “Beautiful,” he murmured, sliding his fingers along the curve of her breast.