by Madison Faye
Pretty Dirty
Rough Stuff
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Innocence Claimed:
His Little Bad Girl
Tempting Daddy’s Boss
Paying The Debt
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Possessing Beauty:
Beasting Beauty
Stealing Beauty
Sharing Beauty
Hunting Beauty
Possessing Beauty
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“Forbidden” Series:
Flirting With The Law
Breaking Her Innocence
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“Three Times” Series:
Bossed Three Times
Taken Three Times
Paid For Three Times
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“Twice” Series:
Twice Driven
Twice Bossed
Twice Tackled
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“First Time” Series:
Legal
Professor
Freshman
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About the Author
USA Today and #1 Amazon bestselling contemporary romance author Madison Faye is the dirty alter ego of the very wholesome, very normal suburban housewife behind the stories. While she might be a wife, mom, and PTA organizer on the outside, there’s nothing but hot, steamy, and raunchy fantasies brewing right beneath the surface!
Tired of keeping them hidden inside or only having them come out in the bedroom, they’re all here in the form of some wickedly hot stories. Single-minded alpha heroes, sinfully taboo relationships, and wildly over-the-top scenarios. If you love it extra dirty, extra hot, and extra naughty, this is the place for you!
(Just don’t tell the other PTA members you saw her here…)
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Copyright © 2020 Madison Faye
Photography: Sara Eirew
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are solely the product of the author’s imagination and/or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, organizations, actual events or locales is entirely coincidental. The author acknowledges the trademark status of products referred to in this book and acknowledges that trademarks have been used without permission.
This book is intended for mature, adult audiences only. It contains extremely sexually explicit and graphic scenes and language which may be considered offensive by some readers. This book is strictly intended for those over the age of 18.
All sexually active characters in this work are 18 years of age or older. All acts of a sexual nature are completely consensual. No one is related in this book.
Epilogue
Layla
Needless to say, we moved. After all, as much as I loved that house, and as much as it brought me to Mason, it was my past. I bought that house with my ex-husband, and with Carl and Vanessa still right next door, Mason and I both readily agreed we needed a change.
So, we moved to Malibu, to a much, much larger house on the ocean. Oh, and it’s got a great pool.
It’s been two years since the boy next door waltzed into my backyard like sex on a stick and blew my world apart. And since then, watching him grow into the man he was meant to be has been incredible. With my funding and a little bit of my guidance, Mason’s taken his—well, our—company into the freaking stars. The company quickly became the payment processor for online stores, and we’re getting offers almost daily from enormous companies to scoop us up.
Yeah, it’s pretty freaking hard to say no to a check for two billion dollars from Google, but I know what Mason built is worth more than any acquisition would ever offer us. And so does he.
His parents ended up splitting up not too long after the whole thing. Vanessa we haven’t heard a peep from, but it turns out, Carl isn’t quite the shithead she is. He’s not exactly warm and fuzzy yet, but he’s at least made some really serious inroads into making up with his son, and to me, which I respect. I think we were both skeptical at first about Carl’s intentions, seeing how much Mason is worth now. But his apologies have been sincere, and he’s made it very, very clear that he wants no part of what his son has built.
He has made it clear that he’d like some grandkids at some point, though, which is pretty adorable. And lucky for Carl—not to mention us—it’s happening. We haven’t told him yet, but Mason and I have a lunch date with his father next week to break the news to him, and it’s been so wonderful to see the excitement in my husband’s eyes—to tell his dad about being a dad, but also the sheer excitement he’s got to meet his unborn daughter in a few months.
Oh, right. Mason and I got married. It was a small thing on the beach, with just an officiant, my friend Celeste, his friend Shane from high school, and Carl. Do we get looks with the age difference? Maybe, but then, we do live in LA, so it’s not terrible. The more annoying part is when people assume he’s like a boy-toy or something—which, to be fair, he is. He just also happens to be my husband and the love of my life.
So this is life now. This is our next chapter, and I couldn’t be happier. Two years ago, I was lost, and he was adrift. Then we bumped into each other and we held on tight, and now, we’re not ever going to let go.
I don’t have a view out of my bathroom window into Mason’s bedroom anymore. But I don’t need it. Not when I can just turn over in bed whenever I want to peep on him. Oh, and that big new pool? Well, Mason insists on cleaning it himself, usually nearly naked and in front of me, on the regular.
And I make sure to give him a very, very big tip every single time.
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The End.
