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  “Not yet, love.” He moves to the front of my body. “Not just yet.” He runs it across my hips, my soft belly, and up to my breasts. My nipples harden into rock-like nubs the second he touches me there. He leans in to kiss me, and it’s fierce. His mouth takes mine with a bruising force. He pulls back and wraps his hand in the curls at the base of my neck. He holds me like that, his face inches from mine, his eyes locked on mine, as he lowers the massager to my pussy. He nestles the head of it against my sex and near-electric spasms course through my core as it makes contact with my clit.

  “That’s it, baby, come for me. I want to watch you when it happens.”

  My mouth hangs open, my eyes clench shut, and my legs tremble as the familiar pleasure rockets through my body. When the aftershocks subside, I open my heavy eyes. His sharp blue orbs are still focused on my face.

  “That was the most fucking beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

  He bends his mouth to mine for a soft, tender kiss before returning to the goodie bag on the bed. He pauses before carrying the entire bag back and depositing it on the floor.

  “Do you have anything else fun in there?” My voice is still shaky.

  “As a matter of fact, I do.” He holds up a small silver butt plug, and a throaty groan escapes me involuntarily.

  “I’ll take that as a vote of encouragement.” The smile on his face is devious as he grabs a small tube of lube and sinks to his knees behind me. His strong hands spread my cheeks wide, and I feel the kiss of cold air against my tender entrance. It is quickly replaced by a warm, eager tongue. He runs the soft flat of his tongue over my entire rosette in slow, gentle strokes. He circles the sensitive ring of flesh with the tip of his tongue before poking it inside and opening me up with his mouth. I gasp as he sucks against my rim while forcing his tongue deeper at the same time.

  A moment later I feel warm metal pushing there, and I relax into it, eager for that pleasant fullness. I feel it slide deep.

  “Your greedy little ass just sucked that right in.” He runs his hands over my ass cheeks and massages them.

  “It feels so good,” I say.

  His hand grazes my hip as he moves around me, until he’s kneeling before me. He nuzzles his face against my pussy and then licks my entire length with his strong tongue. Every time he makes contact with my swollen clit, I spasm like a puppet on strings.

  “Are you doing okay, love? Do you need me to slow down?”

  “It’s perfect,” I say. “You’re perfect.” Something is giving way inside me as he lavishes delicate attention on every centimeter of my throbbing cunt. He spreads my lips with his thumbs and probes every silky, wet crevice with his mouth. He laps up my juices and reaches a hand around to gently tug on the warm metal lodged happily in my ass. I buck against his face, and he latches on to my clit and sucks hard enough to hollow his cheeks. I see stars this time when I throw my head back. My entire body shudders with pleasure. He releases his seal on my cunt, and I hear the familiar hum of the wand.

  “Kiss me,” I say.

  “In a moment, love.”

  He gives me no break. An electric jolt courses through me as he touches the head of the massager to my engorged clit. I close my eyes to steady myself as I fight another orgasm. He clips something around my waist as he rises from his knees, and I feel the thundering vibrations against my helpless pussy. I look down. He has clipped the wand into some sort of delicate rope harness that keeps it nestled against my pussy.

  “I wish you could see how beautiful you look right now,” he says. His cock is tight against his belly. I’ve never seen him so engorged; the head looks purple. A thin line of fluid trails down the length of his shaft and collects on his heavy sac, dampening the hair there. His reaches down and takes his cock in his fist, stroking it a few times as he watches me orgasm again before him.

  The vibrations are relentless, and I feel another orgasm ready to wash over me. I struggle against it, trying to squirm away from the toy strapped between my legs. It’s torture of the most delicious kind. He wets his fingers and finds my nipples, tugging and pinching and rolling them with the perfect pressure.

  “Why do you fight something you want so much? Just let go. Nothing is going to happen. Everything is going to be alright. Tell me what you need.”

  “I need your cock,” I say. “I don’t think I’ve ever needed anything like I need to come on your cock right now.”

  He tears the skimpy harness from my waist like it is made of string and tosses it aside. I pull my ankles free from the restraints and climb him like a human tree. He holds his cock in his fist and nestles it against my opening as I wrap my legs around his waist. He sinks into me with one strong thrust. I paw at his ass with my heels, struggling to pull him deeper, closer. He grabs my hips and mashes against me, grinding his pubic bone against my clit. I feel the heavy pressure build deep inside me, the ache that I need to let go. His tongue penetrates my mouth, mimicking the movement of his cock below. It’s a frantic coupling and I know neither of us will last long. I feel myself clench around him, feel the girl-cum spill over both of us, and feel him pulse inside me as I milk thick ropes of cum from him.

  I guess he wasn’t lying about being turned on by me squirting, because when he reaches up and releases my wrists from the restraints and carries me to the bed, his cock is still rock hard and ready to go. He pulls back the covers and deposits me underneath them. I roll to my side away from him, feeling his cum leaking out of me as I move. I need to be held, and I love it when he fucks me while we spoon.

  He nestles behind me, reaches down and gently removes the toy from my ass, and then wraps me in his strong arms. I feel his meaty cock rub against my swollen core, needing relief, and I open myself to him. He eases into my tight warmth as he kisses my neck. One strong hand pushes between my closed thighs and strums my clit while the other tugs my nipples.

  “I love you so much, Ivy,” he murmurs as he cradles me in his arms and makes love to me again. “I love you, too.” I move my hand to his ass, pull him deeper, and then I’m lost again. My body wracks with insane bursts of pleasure, and I feel him fill me again. Then he just holds me, softening inside me as we lie there together, until I hear the deep even breaths of a man asleep.

  “I love you so much,” I whisper as I drift off.

  THE END

  Thank you so much for reading Max and Ivy’s hot little love story. I hope you had as much fun reading it as I did writing it. If you need a little more Max and Ivy, click here to join my mailing list and I’ll send you a steamy deleted scene. (I know, it’s hard to believe this book actually had more sex at one point.)

  Next up is Body Image, the love story of Caroline and Bayne. The General’s daughter finally gets her membership to Body Heat, but Bayne, a former Secret Service agent and current head of security for the club, recognizes Caroline and is determined to protect her virtue at any cost. I hope you enjoy the first chapter!

  Body Image

  Coming June 2016

  Chapter 1

  Bayne

  MOST MEN WOULD THINK they’d died and gone to heaven. I just want to get the hell out of here. Body Heat. It makes me a little scared to see what crazy white rich people will dream up next.

  But I’ve always done the job I’ve been hired to do, and this time is no different. If anything, I’m more determined than ever. I’ve got all the money anyone could want. Years of handling security for athletes, musicians, and actors have been good to me. Prestige? That’s a little harder to come by when you were never given the old money secret handshake used in Ivy League schools, country clubs, and board rooms. I sure as shit never learned it in the run-down apartment where I spent my childhood; the whole unit was smaller than the walk-in closet. Hell, I’ve spent most of my life on the wrong side of the tracks. But I learned from it. I work hard and I keep my nose clean. I’ll earn my place at the table, even if they don’t want me.

  If I need to supervise security in some smutty club as the price of entran
ce, I’ll do it. The ringmaster of this whole circus, Nova Bennett, is my ticket to the inner circle of the ultra-rich and famous. Tech geniuses, entrepreneurs, old money. She knows them all. I’ll do whatever it takes to keep her happy, as long as it gets me access to the clientele I want.

  That doesn’t mean I trust her at all. That woman is a piece of work. I kept an eye on my wallet and my cock during our meeting. It didn’t take a mind reader to see she was eager to get her hands on both. Keeping her satisfied and keeping her at arm’s length are two competing goals that are going to be a challenge to manage, but I’ve juggled worse.

  She’s not the only one eyeing me up. I’ve been approached by a handful of women already, and I’ve only been on the floor thirty minutes. I clean up well and I know it. I’m a big handsome man in my custom-tailored suit worth every penny of the $5,000 I spent on it. The only thing I ever wore better was my dress uniform, and I moved that to the back of my closet the day I was honorably discharged.

  “Boss.” A voice crackles over my earpiece. “There’s a situation near the elevators.”

  “On my way.” I’m moving through the gallery with a purpose. The antics in the private viewing rooms don’t even register. My focus is laser-like.

  Until I see her.

  Seated at the bar while I hustle by. My double-take would be funny, but nothing about this situation is funny. Caroline McGovern. I haven’t seen her in a decade, but I’d recognize her anywhere. The perfect heart-shaped face that kept me up so many nights. The clear blue eyes, the easy smile, and petite frame. She wears her blonde hair in a sophisticated chin-length bob instead of the long sun-kissed waves I remember, but I’d recognize the General’s daughter anywhere.

  It’s like some ghost from my past has returned to haunt me. She’s lounging at the bar without a care in the world, her hand wrapped around the stem of a martini glass while two men cajole her. More of them eye her eagerly from the periphery of the room. It’s not hard to see why. She has a body made for sin, and if her skirt inches any higher, the club will break into pandemonium. I feel a stirring in my trousers and silently curse myself. I’d jacked off a few times this afternoon to help keep things under control tonight. Because if the beast I’m packing between my legs gets hard, there’s no hiding it.

  She ran me ragged back in the day just like she did every other man on her detail. If she wants to parade herself around nearly naked, I’ve got no problem. But something like this would taint her father’s reputation if the media ever got hold of it. There’s no way that’s going to happen. Everyone who served under the General respected and admired him. Hell, we idolized him. We’d fight over the chance to jump on a grenade for him. I’m more than willing to shield him from the shrapnel his daughter could produce.

  I change direction on a dime and push aside the men trying to get into her panties and wrap my hand around her upper arm.

  “Bayne?” Her eyes practically pop out of her head, and her plump glossy lips hang open. I can’t help it; I picture my cock thrusting between them as she sucks eagerly, struggling to handle my length. Up close, she’s even more beautiful than I remember. Her skin is hot under my hand, and I can smell her perfume as I lean closer. The men vying for her attention have disappeared.

  “I’ve been asked to escort you to your car,” I say.

  “That’s bullshit.” She wrenches her arm from my grip and scans the room. “I want to talk to Nova.” She launches herself off the barstool and strides across the floor. A woman on a mission. I hustle after her; I need to contain this before she attracts attention. And that includes Nova’s. I swoop beside her and wrap my arm around her waist. She’s a petite little thing, and it’s easy to lift her clear off the floor with one arm. She kicks her feet and pushes against me, but it only takes a few seconds to get her to the elevator.

  The doors close quietly, and I release her. She pushes against my chest with both hands, but I don’t move.

  “You bastard,” she says. “You have no right.”

  “What would your father think if he knew you were in a place like this? It would destroy him. His reputation would be forever tarnished.”

  She rolls her eyes and makes a crude jerkoff motion with her hand. “I’m a grown-ass woman. It’s none of his business where I am or what I’m doing. And it certainly is none of yours.” She stabs at my chest with her finger. “It’s bad enough you and your cronies chased away every male who showed any interest in me. My father used you to guard my chastity for six years. Isn’t that enough?”

  I don’t answer her. I take her purse and look for car keys. I don’t find any. Crap. “I’m going to see you from the premises.” The elevator dings as we reach the ground floor. “Do I need to manhandle you again, or will you behave like a lady?”

  She kicks me in the shin as the doors slide open. I guess I have my answer. I toss her over my shoulder and carry her out the back door like a sack of potatoes. A sack of wriggling potatoes. I wrap my hand around the back of her thighs to hold her in place. I can smell her arousal and have to fight the urge to let my fingers trail higher.

  “Put me down!” I lean forward and set her on her feet once we’re outside. I pull my cell out and dial the cab company.

  “Oh no you don’t.” She grabs it out of my hand and chucks it as hard as she can. It disappears into the darkness.

  “Are you fucking kidding me?” She’s even more of a pain in the ass than I remember.

  “Are you fucking kidding me? Dragging me out of there like a fucking caveman. It you can’t handle my sexuality, that’s your problem, not mine.”

  “I have no problem with your sexuality. You can bang anyone you want in the privacy of your own home. But there is nothing I won’t do to keep you from going back up to that penthouse and putting yourself on display like a prime cut of meat. You’re worth more than that.”

  I’m proud of my little speech until I notice the anger drain from her face. I start to really worry when it’s replaced with a sly smile. We stare at each other in silence. She moves closer, trails a finger down the front of my shirt, and looks up at me with a charming smile.

  “So, just how far will you go to keep me from going back up there?” she asks.

  “I beg your pardon?” Who does she think she’s messing with?

  “I’m getting laid tonight if it kills me. The way I see it, that leaves you with two options.” She moves closer and stands on her tiptoes until her lips almost reach mine. She smells sweet from her fruity drink, and I want to trace her lips with my tongue and taste her. “You either put me back on the elevator to the penthouse, or you take me back to your place.”

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