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MARKED
Aren’t birthday presents fun to open?
Especially when your best friend gives you the fantasy you’ve always dreamed about?
Join Maddie and Mark (and maybe a few others) to see how fantastic it is.
After all, it’s the thought that counts.
Maddie knew this wasn’t the average neighborhood happy hour when her hosts asked her to put her keys in a basket by the front door.
When they gave her a shot of tequila two steps into the foyer, she had to consider if she was going to drink it or take those keys and go.
But when she saw the gorgeous guy she’d noticed the day she’d made settlement on her condo sitting at the bar staring a hole through her with his insanely green eyes that wouldn’t let her look away, she knew she was going to stay.
Happy birthday to me.
DICKED
The sultry humidity of a New Orleans summer night coated not only every breath Melody St. Marks took as she stood in the open French doors to the balcony of her hotel room, but also every muscle in the body of the ohmygod-gorgeous guy in the room across the courtyard.
The one who was standing in front of his curtain-less doors with a little white towel wrapped around a fine set of hips—with an even finer set of abs above them—and nothing else.
New Orleans couldn’t touch lust when it came to that heat factor.
Melody stepped back into the shadow of her room. Turned around. She’d come out onto the balcony for some relief.
She hadn’t found it.
The guy grabbed something off the bureau in his hotel room and his towel slipped a little.
She ought to close the door at the very least. The curtains, to be polite.
No, he ought to close the curtains to be polite.
Instead, he whipped off the towel.
TYED
He was here again. Same terminal, same flight he’d taken every first Sunday of the last three months.
Same amazingly hot body in cut-offs, a tank, flip-flops, sunglasses, with the streaked blond hair of a beach bum.
But Ty Nicholson was so much more than a beach bum. He owned a successful string of surf shops that was poised to go into franchising, and he stood to make a mint. But that wasn't why Kylie couldn't take her eyes off him.
Ever since she'd taken the new job in LA she’d been thinking about him. She'd come across an article about him while researching business trends for the magazine she worked for and had read about how he'd turned his passion into oodles of cash, with the lifestyle to show for it. Malibu beach house, Porsche, a line of surf wear carrying his name, everything he touched seemed to turn as golden as his hair.
He’d touched her once.
TABLE OF CONTENTS
MARKED
DICKED
TYED
Excerpts from
JACKED
MAXED
ROCKED
About the Author
Chapter 1
Maddie knew this wasn’t the average neighborhood happy hour when her hosts asked her to put her keys in a basket by the front door.
When they gave her a shot of tequila two steps into the foyer, she had to consider if she was going to drink it or take those keys and go.
But when she saw the gorgeous guy she’d noticed the day she’d made settlement on her condo sitting at the bar staring a hole through her with his insanely green eyes that wouldn’t let her look away, she knew she was going to stay.
Happy birthday to me.
She licked the salt off her hand, tossed back the tequila, and bit into the lemon.
Mr. Green Eyes didn’t take his eyes off her except to dip to her lips.
She could feel the tequila and his gaze sizzle through her.
“Hey, you’re the new neighbor on Willowyck, aren’t you?” Another guy slid between her and Green Eyes, his smile nice, but he was nowhere near as sexy as the guy she wanted to get to know.
“Um, yes. I just moved in over the weekend.”
“Some intro to the neighborhood, huh? Here’s hoping.” He winked and raised his glass, his gaze a little too leering for her tastes.
He could hope all he wanted, but, sorry, dude, there was no contest.
“Hey, Maddie. Glad you could make it.” Her next door neighbor, Julie, danced by with her arms around some blond guy’s neck.
“Thanks for inviting me, Julie.” Maddie thought Julie’s boyfriend had had black hair, but then, she hadn’t really had much time to talk as she’d schlepped box after box into her condo.
“No prob, hon. Nothing like diving right into the lifestyle.” Julie’s tongue dove right into the blond’s mouth.
Maddie winced. A bit blatant for her tastes, but… okay.
Speaking of blatant…
Julie and her partner danced away and Maddie felt the heat all over again. Well, it hadn’t really stopped, just gone down to a low sizzle, but now that there was no one between her and Green Eyes, it ratcheted back up to a full-on rolling boil, and she picked up her pace like a moth drawn toward the light.
Green Eyes stood from his stool when she was two paces away.
He kissed her when she was one.
He kissed her.
She had no idea who he was, yet he wrapped one hand around the back of her head, pulled her in, and proceeded to make love to her mouth. His lips were incessantly demanding, moving over hers like a lover’s, and his tongue—dear God—his tongue was grinding against hers as if it were on a dance floor.
Maddie’s knees wobbled and she had to grab onto him for support.
Holy mother of God. His abs were like solid blocks of muscle and his hips… his hips were moving in time to the music—Frankie Goes to Hollywood of all things—and oh, yeah, that lyric about coming was spot on.
His other hand slid down to her backside and he pulled her up against him and, forget about his abs, there was one muscle in particular that grabbed all her attention. The guy was huge.
Somehow his lips had moved to her neck and were kissing
her there. The only reason she even became aware of the change was because she moaned when his fingers clenched her butt, straying so close to a certain point between her legs that she wasn’t sure if she was moaning because of his touch or because he wasn’t touching her where she needed him to, but it was loud enough for the people around them to hear.
He chuckled in her ear, then blew moist hot breath against it, and Maddie felt her nipples tighten.
“Come with me,” he murmured.
She’d go anywhere with him if he just kept touching her. “Yes,” she breathed.
He slid his hand onto her backside. Right above the cleft.
And then one daring finger stroked her there.
She ought to say something, dear God, he’d made her wet just like that. She didn’t even know his name and she’d been here, what? All of three minutes and she’d creamed her pants.
Definitely not the average happy hour where she came from, but, hey, she wanted excitement in her life, something new, and Mr. Green Eyes offered all that and more.
“Like that?” he whispered as his teeth nibbled her jaw.
Maddie could only nod.
The hand that’d been holding her head captive slid down to her breast, his fingers closing immediately on her nipple, and Maddie gasped.
The bartender looked up. Then he smiled a long, slow, sexy smile. And licked his lips.
She ought to care. She ought to say something. But she couldn’t.
She’d never had a guy come onto her like this. Never had anyone make the moves he had—and all with her willing participation.
He stroked her breast, his fingers feathering along the neckline of her dress, but never going beneath it. He was driving her mad with his fingers and his tongue and his lips and all Maddie wanted to do was get naked with him.
That image shocked her back to reality. What was she doing? This wasn’t her. Well, it wasn’t the old her, but this new and improved, move-to-the-big-city type? It definitely could be.
No, it definitely was.
He raised his head, his green eyes dark, intense, his lips slick with her taste. “Come with me,” he said again, also not a question.
Which meant she didn’t have to answer.
He took her shot glass and set it on the bar—she’d still been holding the shot glass—then intertwined his fingers with hers, and led her out the sliding doors to the pool deck.
There were people having sex on the lawn chairs.
A lot of people. Sometimes three on one chair. Sometimes all alone and watching.
Others were in the hot tub. In the pool on the steps, and one guy had a woman straddling him on the diving board.
And over on the outdoor bar area, there was a woman spread-eagled on the counter with a guy eating her out and another one fucking her mouth. And a woman sucking her tits.
Maddie looked at Green Eyes. “What is this?”
He looked startled. “You don’t know?”
She shook her head. “Know what?”
He stopped moving. “How did you get here?”
“I walked.”
“No, I mean, how did you know about the party? Who invited you?”
“My neighbor, Julie. She lives in the townhouse next to mine.”
“And she didn’t tell you what to expect?”
“All she said was tonight was a great way to get introduced to all the fun people in the neighborhood.”
Green Eyes closed them for a second, cursed, then opened them. “I apologize. I wouldn’t have come on to you so strongly if I’d known you weren’t aware of the… activities tonight.”
“It’s an orgy?”
He licked his lip. “Only if that’s what you want.”
“I don’t understand.”
The woman on the counter moaned and clutched the ass of the guy fucking her mouth as he arched into her and groaned, obviously coming.
It had to be the most erotic thing Maddie had ever seen.
“You like that?”
She looked at him. “It’s… well… It’s hot.”
He stroked her face. “Not nearly as hot as you. I’m really glad you came tonight. Well, if you let me make you.”
Her tongue got stuck to the roof of her mouth. Who talked to people like this?
“Will you let me make you come?” His voice was low. Seductive. His eyes were boring into hers.
The woman on the counter screamed out an orgasm.
Maddie wanted that. Dear God, did she want it.
She hadn’t even thought about finding someone or hooking up when she’d decided to come tonight, but right now, with sex permeating the air, the grunts and groans and sighs of it all, and Mr. Green Eyes looking at her as if he’d like to eat her up—she’d hold him to that unspoken promise—she wanted it.
“I’ve never—”
He put a finger on her lips. “I can tell. But that doesn’t mean you can’t.” He dipped his finger inside, touched her tongue, then spread the moisture on her lips. “Look, here are the rules. Everyone here is clean. Tested every six months. Condoms are required. Anything goes unless you say, “poinsettia,” tonight’s safe word. You’re in control. You can stay or leave.” His finger stroked her tongue again. “I really hope you’ll stay.”
Maddie licked her lips when he pulled his finger from her mouth. She’d never done anything like this before in her life—but other people had from the looks of what was going on around them. And here they were, doing it again.
She’d always wanted to do something exciting with her life, preferably before she turned thirty. Here she was twenty-nine—today—and the most exciting thing she’d ever done was move out of her home town.
She could no longer say that. And with him looking at her like he was…
“I’ll stay.”
Chapter 2
He slid both hands beneath her hair and drew her face to his and ate her lips again.
God, the guy was talented and if he put that much expertise between her legs as he did on her mouth, she was going to be a very happy woman.
“So what’s your pleasure?” he murmured against her lips.
“Hmmm?”
“What do you want to do? Are you into threesomes? Exhibitionism? Want to watch? Anal? What do you want me to do to you?”
All of the above was what she’d almost said. Each one had turned her on when he’d listed them like a shopping list.
“I…” She swallowed. “I don’t know. What do you like to do?”
His smile turned her inside out. “Sweetheart, I want to do anything and everything with you. I want to spend days learning all your secrets. I want to watch you come against my mouth and on my cock so many times you won’t know your own name.”
He didn’t even know her name. “I’m Maddie.”
“Oh, I know. And Mrs. Kendall, our chatty homeowner’s association chairperson, was more than happy to let me know it’s your birthday.”
Chatty was a polite way to put it. Maddie had had the woman pegged her for a busybody the minute she’d met her. “Does she come to these, er, parties?”
He laughed. “Thank God, no. That’d kind of defeat the purpose, you know?” He looked around. “Though someone might be into her. You never know what people’s tastes are.”
She followed his gaze to where another woman had three men in her and two more watching.
Maddie’s panties were totally useless now.
“What about that?” he whispered as he stood closer, his chest brushing her aroused nipples. “Do you want me to round up a couple of guys for that?”
She bit her lip. That looked so incredibly hot, but this was new to her.
“Um, I don’t think I’m quite ready for that.”
“What are you ready for?” His finger traced her collarbone and Maddie shivered.
“Can you kiss me?”
“Oh baby, can I.” And he proceeded to. Right there.
It wasn’t exactly what she’d meant, but, yeah, it worked.
He gathered her against him, his hands splayed across her backside, one finger spearing down between her cleft, and he ate her lips again. That was the only way to describe it as he nipped and sucked and licked and moved over them until hers were every bit as swollen as her clit, and his tongue did amazing things to the inside of her mouth so that when he finally ended the kiss she had to cling to him for support and ride the thigh he’d somehow worked between hers to prevent her from dissolving into a puddle of hormones at his feet.
“I want to eat you.”
There went her knees.
He barely seemed to notice. He grabbed her ass with both hands and hiked her up so her thighs opened around his waist, then he carried her to a secluded seating area behind a hedge of hibiscus bushes.
He laid her down on the padded recliner, not bothering to pull her dress back down over her legs.
“You are so hot, Maddie.”
Yeah, she was. The night air might be cool, but he was having the opposite effect on her bloodstream.
She tugged on the neckline of her dress. She should have worn the V-necked one.
“Uncomfortable?” He slid his tie out from his collar and started to unbutton his shirt.
Uncomfortable? No, she wasn’t uncomfortable. Well, not in any way being with him wouldn’t satisfy.
On the other side of the hedge, someone moaned. “Yeah, baby. That’s it. Ride me.”
The sound of flesh slapping against other flesh—other people’s flesh—should have made her uncomfortable, but didn’t.
Then he shrugged out of his shirt and, well, a certain part of her because uncomfortable.
He had an upper body like a swimmer with a smattering of hair that ran in a narrow line down his chest and beneath his belt line that just made her want to lick her lips. And him. She wanted to lick him. All of him.
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