Heartbreaker: A Filthy Dirty Love Novel

Intent to get him naked fast, she reached up and undid his belt and then unhooked the button of his jeans. He kept watching her with those intense eyes, stripping all her layers until he found the rawness of her. That’s where he looked, right into her soul, and she let him as she pulled his pants down to his knees, freeing his erection.

After he’d kicked his pants away, he grabbed the base of his thick cock with bulging veins on the side. “Do you see what watching you crawl does to me?”

God, he looked so hard. “Yes.”

Chin angled down, his eyes locked on hers, he stroked himself from base to tip and groaned. “Do you want my cock, Joss?”

She licked her lips, wanting to touch him. To taste him. “Yes.”

“Where?”

She leaned up on her knees and ran her hands up his legs until her face was in front of his cock, offering herself.

He arched that left eyebrow, continuing to stroke himself. “I want you to tell me. I like hearing it from your pretty little mouth. Where do you want my cock?”

She paused. Then took his lead. “In my pretty little mouth.”

“That’s right, sugar.” He gave her a sexy smile and dragged the tip of his cock across her lips, his full attention focused there.

When she took him into her hand, he removed his and she didn’t wait—she slid him into her mouth and against her tongue. A ravenous moan she’d never heard before rose from her throat and filled the air as she tasted the saltiness of his pre-cum on her tongue and inhaled the musky scent belonging to him alone. She worked her lips over his shaft, up and down, while her hand followed. He groaned and ran his fingers gently over her cheek, never taking his eyes off her. There was something to his softness that she liked, because she knew it was purposeful, controlled even. Like, at any second, he could take over and make her body burn. Though for now, he was patient, letting her play.

Until she could tell that she’d teased too much, pushed too far.

His dark eyes greeted her as he stepped out of her reach. “I see that you’re still good with your hands.” He offered his hand, and when she slid her fingers into his and rose, he winked. “But I might just say you’re even better with your mouth.” He yanked her close and sealed his lips over hers. Strong and forceful, yet exactly what she needed and more.

When he broke the kiss and backed away, she was breathless and hot and wet and ready for whatever the hell he wanted. All of which he apparently knew by the smirk he gave her.

“Come, let’s take this upstairs,” he said, keeping her hand in his.

On his way out of the living room, he gathered the tray of toys and led her up the staircase to his bedroom.

Once inside, she found it to be much like the man, simple yet sleek. Light gray paint on the walls, along with a few pieces of metal art, a dresser with a TV on top and a king-size bed against the wall.

“Wait right here for me,” he said, leaving her at the doorway.

He approached the bed, placing the tray on the nightstand, and she soon discovered that the sides of the bed lifted. She watched, curious, as he knelt on one knee and locked the plank of wood into place, revealing metal loops lining the wood.

In a matter of minutes, he had worked his way around the mattress. What had started out as a masculine bed now looked like a bondage table with a big mattress in the middle.

“Did you build this?” she asked, watching his back muscles flex to perfection.

He locked the final plank into place and then glanced over his shoulder with a nod and his sexy half smile. “Do you like it?”

“It’s…” The craftsmanship was impeccable, truly. The wood was stunning with all the knots and colors throughout. “It’s really quite impressive, and I’m a little amazed that you spent this much time on something used for sex.”

“I imagine after tonight you’ll understand why I spent so much time on it, and you’ll appreciate that I did.” He chuckled, obviously knowing a secret she didn’t, while he returned to the tray on the nightstand. There, he picked up the black rope that appeared softer than any rope she’d ever seen in a hardware store. “Come here, sugar.”

Her heart raced as she moved to him, but she wanted this. For so long, she’d had a boring sex life. Maddox offered her adventure, and she wanted to dive in, giving him the control to show her all the things she didn’t know.

When she reached him, he gently took her arm and began wrapping her wrist as he explained what he was doing in a soft, gentle voice. “The knot I’ll use is one I can release in seconds if you don’t enjoy the sensation of being bound. All you need to say is red, and the rope will be gone. Understand?”