Heartbreaker: A Filthy Dirty Love Novel

Dad piped up then. “It’s about damn time he’s getting outta there. Say hello to the old guy for me.”

“I’ll be sure to send Mr. Walsh your regards,” Joss said with a smile, slowing down as the car in front of her turned right. “But maybe I’ll leave off the ‘old guy’ part.”

“Don’t you dare,” Dad said with a laugh.

When he stopped, Mom added in her sweet, soothing voice, “Okay, my darling, we’ll let you get back to things. We’re thinking we’ll be coming back in few weeks’ time.”

“Send me flight details when you have them, so I know when to pick you up from the airport.”

“Will do,” Dad said.

“Love you, Jossie,” Mom said.

“Love you, too. Bye.”

Joss stopped at the red light and pressed the button on her steering wheel, ending the conversation. The radio came back to life. She continued tapping her fingers against the steering wheel to the beat of the music, her mind going to Maddox. She hadn’t seen him since Sunday night—two whole days of hungering for his touch. Even their schedules didn’t cross over, and she never saw him at the station, not a single time.

By Tuesday night, when she hadn’t even gotten a text from him, she’d thought their fling had run its course, but when she’d returned home this morning, she’d found another gift box waiting for her on her front porch, along with a note giving the time she was meant to arrive at his house.

Now, the lingerie he’d bought her was on beneath her dress as she drove to his house, rested, ready, and eager.

What did he plan for tonight? More wax? More rope?

A loud honk startled her, and she snapped her eyes up to the rearview mirror, seeing someone flipping her off. She stepped on the gas, finding, at some point, the light had turned green.

For the rest of the drive to Maddox’s, she forced herself not to the think about the sexy night ahead or the slow heat building between her thighs. Only when she pulled into his driveway did she allow her mind to return to him. Her fishnet stockings felt tight around her thighs, and the garter clips still felt attached, but she almost wished she could look herself over before seeing him again, make sure everything was perfectly in place.

She exited her car and shut the door, and then her heels clicked against the driveway as she approached his red brick, two-story house. Before she could even get there, the door opened, and her mouth went dry.

Maddox filled the doorway in a dark pair of blue jeans and nothing else. No shoes, no socks, no shirt… I am one lucky girl.

Ripple after ripple, his body exuded masculinity. Her fingers twitched to explore him, to admire the body he clearly spent time maintaining. “Hi,” she said when she reached him.

“Hi.”

The slight curve to his mouth was worthy of salivation. He stepped back from the doorway, letting her enter. He shut the door behind her, then turned to her, folding his arms. “Ready to play?” he asked.

“Yes, sir.” She grinned.

He looked her over from head-to-toe, then arched that left eyebrow. “You have far too many clothes on, and I’d sure like to see the gift I delivered to you today.”

Slowly and playfully, she removed her dress until it fluttered to the floor, leaving her in the black, lacy lingerie.

He stayed where he was, those intense eyes watching her very carefully. “The bra, too, please.”

Her belly quivered with butterflies, and a hot shiver slid through her at the power his stare contained. She reached back, unhooking her bra and letting the girls free.

When her arms lowered to her sides, he approached, glancing at her taut nipples with that sexy smile before looking her in the eye. He took her chin in his strong grip. “I want you to know that it’s taking all of my strength not to fuck you right here, right now. You’ve not been far from my mind these past couple of days. This view…” He glanced her over from head-to-toe once more before his heated eyes lifted to hers again. “I’ve missed it.”

She inhaled sharply. “I’m sure the lingerie helps. Thank you for the gift. It’s beautiful.”

His eyes narrowed. “Believe me, it’s the woman in the lingerie that makes this view so stunning.”

She might have thought a little bit about what that statement meant if he hadn’t sealed his mouth over hers. Good God, the man could kiss. His hands slid across her face, his thick, hard body pressed against her, his tongue dove perfectly into her mouth, tangling with hers.

Only when she became breathless and rubbed herself against his erection did he break the kiss with a grin. “Impatient tonight, hmm?”