Sex Symbol

by Laurelin Paige

  Oh fuck. She needed him too. Now. She squirmed, anxious for him to fill her. “Come on!”

  He unfastened his pants and his cock sprang free, causing a surge of excitement in her blood. “You ready?”

  She answered by spreading her legs further and bucking her hips.

  He climbed into the v of her legs. “Is this what you want?” He plunged inside her and groaned.

  “Yes!” Her memories of him—wonderful, heavenly memories—paled radically to the exquisite reality of his naked cock within her. And he still had further to go. Her body opened to accept him and he slipped deeper inside.

  Then he began to move. Not in the creative, circular motions that he usually tortured her with, but with sharp, piercing jabs. Each time, he stroked that spot—the one that made the lights flicker when it was hit just right and oh, was he hitting it right. So right in fact, that despite her concern that she’d never get off with people so close by, she found herself soaring over the edge in record time. Her orgasm was so fierce and so sudden she had to bite into Micah’s shoulder to squelch her cries.

  “Yes, baby, yes!” He pounded through her release to his own turbulent climax.

  Seconds after they’d finished, before her brain could even process a cool-down, voices—or rather a voice—drifted in from outside the room. Fudge, speaking louder than usual, said, “Yes, Mr. Santini, Micah’s in there. But before you go in—”

  Maddie and Micah scrambled to compose themselves as Fudge resumed a normal volume of speech. “It’s so great to meet you. I’m such a fan.”

  “Where’re my panties?” Maddie hissed as Micah tucked himself in his pants.

  He grinned. “Do you really need them?”

  She narrowed her eyes at him.

  He joined her search. “I threw them behind me. Oh, they’re on the lamp.”

  But before he could reach them, Martin Santini walked in the room.

  Maddie knew she must look petrified. One of the most prolific directors in the history of film had just walked into the same room and here she was with a fresh-fucked face, chocolate-stained boobs and her floral cotton panties hanging from the lampshade.

  Thank God for Micah. He moved to the director and greeted him with one hand while deftly retrieving her underwear behind his back with the other.

  “Great to see you, Marty,” Micah said, slipping her panties in his pocket. “This is my girlfriend, Maddie Bauers.”

  Girlfriend! After the heights of her orgasm, she was surprised he was able to thrill her further.

  She put one hand on her chest to cover her stain and shook Martin Santini’s hand with the other. “I’m honored to meet you, Mr. Santini. You’ve been a huge influence on me.”

  “Call me Marty, please. Glad to meet you.” He winked at Micah. “I’m guessing you’re no longer a douchebag.”

  Micah chuckled. “Well, I’m not sure about that.”

  She hit him playfully. “No, he’s still a douchebag. But it’s sort of endearing.”

  “Good.” Marty clapped a hand on Micah’s shoulder. “I hope you don’t mind me talking business at a social event, but when I heard you were here, I wanted to check in. Did you get the script I sent to your manager?”

  “I did, thank you. I loved it. I’m very interested in the part. My only hesitation is the time spent out of the country.”

  “Micah…” Maddie was worried about being away from Micah, too. But she wanted him to take the role.

  But Micah shook his head, silencing her.

  “Understandable,” Marty said. “Might the offer seem more attractive if I agree to move the training stateside?”

  “That makes the offer a whole lot more attractive.” He winked at Maddie. “I would still have to discuss it with Maddie. I can’t do anything without her being on board.”

  Before Maddie could give her whole-hearted consent, Marty said, “Great way to run a relationship. My wife, as you may know, is a costume designer. And we’ve been married for over twenty-five years, and in this town, that’s a lifetime. We never would have lasted so long if we hadn’t worked our schedules out together. Anyway, you two talk it over, but can I at least set up a meeting?”

  Micah looked at Maddie who nodded so enthusiastically she thought her head would fall off.

  “Yes, let’s do that,” Micah said.

  “Great. I’ll have my agent contact your agent. Now I’ll get out of your hair.” Marty winked again. “I think I may have been interrupting something.”

  Maddie suppressed a giggle.

  Marty turned to leave then stopped at the door. “Great meeting you, Maddie Bauers. I hope to see a lot of you both.”

  The second the director left the room, Maddie and Micah burst into laughter. God, she loved the sound of his laugh. She loved him, period. And he was about to land a Martin Santini role! “Micah, you have to take the part.”

  “Only if you’re completely on board. We have to work our schedules around each other. We can’t be apart for too long. We need to put ourselves first.”

  “Agreed. But I’ve already been thinking about it and I have a plan. I can finish up post-production of my movie with Three Spot while you’re doing your comedy. Maybe I’ll need another month or so, which, if you can get your training moved to the states is perfect. Then, I have a script I’ve been working on that would be awesome set in New Zealand. I could raise some money, rent another RED camera and shoot my movie while you’re shooting yours.”

  “That is perfect.” He wrapped his arms around her. “Leave it to you to always be two steps ahead of me.”

  She smiled into his neck, enjoying his words and his embrace, and the crazy things he was doing to her lower parts. Again. “Hey, can I have my panties back?”

  “No. I like knowing you’re bare. It’s easy access.” He brushed his nose against her ear. “Now let’s get out of here so I can take advantage of that.”

  He took her hand in his and chuckled.

  “What?” she asked.

  “I was just thinking. I’m Micah Preston, guy who can supposedly get any girl in the world.”

  She raised an eyebrow, wondering where he was going, not really caring because all the other girls in the world didn’t matter since he was hers and she was his.

  He put his hand on her face, his thumb caressing her cheek. “Yet it took me seven years and two months to finally go home with Maddie from the party.” He paused. “You know what?”

  “Hmm?” She covered his hand with her own, enjoying every little touch of the man who was everything—her everything—the man that she had grounded while he gave her flight. The man she loved. The man who loved her in front of the world.

  He tilted her chin up. “I never want to go home with anyone else again.”

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  He knows how to use his night stick.

  You have the right to remain sexy.

  Anything you say can and will be used to get you in my bed.

  You have the right to use my body to give yourself a delirious, life-changing orgasm.

  If you have trouble...don’t worry, I’m a bit of an expert in that department.

  There’s nothing ‘thin’ about my blue line, if you catch my drift, and trust me, I know how to put those handcuffs to good use.

  Livia Ward wants a baby before she's thirty. And even though Officer Chase Kelly is exactly the kind of cocky jerk this librarian has sworn off, he is undeniably hot. Both of them think they can give each other what they want--a few nights of fun for Officer Kelly, a no-strings baby for Livia--but this hot cop is about to learn that sex, babies, and love don't always play by the rules.

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  Even Porn Stars fa
ll in love.

  You know me.

  Come on, you know you do.

  Maybe you pretend you don't. Maybe you clear your browser history religiously. Maybe you pretend to be aghast whenever someone even mentions the word porn in your presence.

  But the truth is that you do know me.

  Everybody knows Logan O'Toole, world famous porn star.

  Except then Devi Dare pops into my world, and pretty soon I'm doing things that aren't like me--like texting her with flirty banter and creating an entire web porn series just so I can get to star in her bed. Again. And again.

  With Devi, my entire universe shifts, and the more time I spend with her, the more I realize that Logan O'Toole isn't the guy I thought he was.

  So maybe I'm not the guy you thought I was either.

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  It’s Dirty. It’s Filthy. And it’s Free!

  When I met Donovan Kincaid, I knew he was rich. I didn't know he was filthy. Truth be told, I was only trying to get his best friend to notice me. I knew poor scholarship girls like me didn't stand a chance against guys like Weston King and Donovan Kincaid, but I was in love with his world, their world, of parties and sex and power. I knew what I wanted--I knew who I wanted--until one night, their world tried to bite me back and Donovan saved me. He saved me, and then Weston finally noticed me, and I finally learned what it was to be in their world. Because when dirty, filthy, rich boys play, they play for keeps.

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  Also by Laurelin Paige

  The Dirty Universe

  Dirty Filthy Rich Men (Dirty Duet #1) (March 27, 2017)

  Dirty Filthy Rich Love (Dirty Duet #2) (September 11, 2017)

  Dirty Filthy Fix (a spinoff novella) (November 7, 2017)

  Dirty Sexy Player (a spinoff novel) (Early 2018)

  The Fixed Universe

  Fixed on You (Fixed #1)

  Found in You (Fixed #2)

  Forever with You (Fixed #3)

  Fixed Trilogy Bundle (all three Fixed books in one bundle)

  Hudson (a companion novel)

  Free Me (a spinoff novel – Found duet #1)

  Find Me (Found duet #2)

  Chandler (a spinoff novel)

  Falling Under You (a spinoff novella)

  First and Last

  First Touch

  Last Kiss

  Written with Kayti McGee under the name Laurelin McGee

  Hot Alphas

  Miss Match

  Love Struck

  Written with Sierra Simone

  Porn Star

  Hot Cop

  Acknowledgments

  Maddie and Micah were the first romance characters I ever wrote, and I’m very fond of them because of that. I’m so excited that I can release them again now and more people can discover their story.

  As always, Sierra Simone read this book as I wrote it. And rewrote it. And rewrote it. Thank you for standing by through each rendition, and, even more, for still being here all these years later.

  To my team - Candi Kane, Melissa Gaston, and Ashley Lindemann. There’s not many people who would put up with a half-assed surprise release the way you all do, and yet you’ve all been nothing but there for me. Then I threw in an emergency surgery, and you still weren’t flummoxed. You guys are good. ;)

  To my LARCs. You guys came together quick and were amazing! I can’t wait to keep working with you in the future.

  To Jenn Watson and Social Butterfly PR for rolling with the punches. Man, I know how to punch lately, don’t I?

  To Nancy Smay, Wander Aguier, and Letitia Hasser for helping repackage this baby. And to Mr. Melissa Gaston for the title and Michelle Ficht for catching our goofs.

  To Serena McDonald who beta read it and reminded me I loved these characters. And to Lauren Blakely who read it way back when and pointed out that Micah was just a different kind of bad boy. You’ve both been so amazingly supportive throughout my career. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. <3

  To Rebecca Friedman, Flavia Viotti, Meire Dias, the most amazing agents on earth.

  To ShopTalkers and Order and most most most of all, my Snatches. You teach me and humor me and make me laugh, and those are basically the three things I need from best friends. Oh, and you tell me to nap. I need that too.

  To the Sky Launchers! Thank you for all your book love and enthusiasm for what happens in my head. You make it a pleasure to get out of bed and go to work.

  To the bloggers and the readers, I’m so lucky to be in this world with you. I appreciate you, even if I’m remiss to say it.

  To Tom and my three girls - love is love is love is love is love. In the end, that’s what matters, and we’re doing that right.

  To my God who looks over us and cares for us. Thank you for the abundant blessings. You know that I’m greedy and still you give me more.

  About the Author

  Laurelin Paige is the NY Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling Author of the Fixed Trilogy. She's a sucker for a good romance and gets giddy any time there's kissing, much to the embarrassment of her three daughters. Her husband doesn't seem to complain, however. When she isn't reading or writing sexy stories, she's probably singing, watching Game of Thrones and The Walking Dead, or dreaming of Michael Fassbender. She’s also a proud member of Mensa International, though she doesn’t do anything with the organization except use it as material for her bio.

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