Good Girls Like it Dirty

by Carmen Falcone

  He continued the motion slowly, making sure each feather stroked her folds. She closed her eyes and angled her head back against the wall, her body shifting in the seat. His eyes slid down her costume. Her tits rose and fell as she breathed, and he couldn’t wait to lick them and suck her engorged nipples, to graze his teeth on the rosy peaks. But first things first.

  He turned the duster around so the tip of the wood handle brushed against her slick folds.

  She opened her eyes, surprised.

  “This is part of the punishment,” he said. “For being a dirty French maid.”

  She chewed her lower lip. He thrust the tip of the handle inside her, and she whimpered when he withdrew it. His girl liked it filthy, and he couldn’t be more pleased. His cock stirred. Well, he could be more pleased. Just not this second.

  He started to fuck her with the handle, each time faster and deeper. Her addicting scent of arousal filled the air around him, and he wondered how much longer he could go without a taste. “Yes, baby, work that cunt for me,” he said. “God, you’re sexy.”

  He scooted her ass to the edge of the sofa, and she bucked into the object, showing him she wanted more. She was close. Because the handle didn’t have a thick girth, he’d been able to get her ready faster. Could she be more ready? Impossible, he realized, with the squishy sound from her wet folds each time he plunged it in and out of her.

  Every time they made love, he felt a stronger connection, and he was more eager to claim her, as if he had the right to. Each touch, each kiss carried a promise. For what? What did he have to give her?

  “Zaine…”

  Her musky scent made him want to dive between her thighs, to lose himself inside and never come up for air. “I’ll take it from here on,” he said, withdrawing the handle and tossing it away. She gasped, and he brought her to his mouth. Her pearly essence dripped from her folds, and he lapped at them, thrusting his face in her pussy as far as he could go. He savored her, his tongue working up and down her sex. Her clit swelled, and he flicked it with his thumb.

  Soon, she creamed, and he licked her until the last drop. The tip of his tongue traced over a dribble running down her thigh. Then he stood while she recovered, her body still shivering, her breath labored. “Suck me,” he ordered. “I want to fuck your mouth.”

  She smacked her lips and got to her knees. He stood in the middle of the room, enjoying the full experience of this gorgeous woman kneeling before him, her manicured nails running up and down his length.

  He held his dick and put it inside her mouth unceremoniously. She took it, and when she started to suck him, he withdrew. With the tip, he tapped on her open mouth, watching her gaze follow his. A scorching arousal zapped through him, pre-cum bubbling at the tip of his cock. She stretched out her tongue to catch some of his jism.

  “You want my dick, don’t you?”

  “Oui.”

  “You’re supposed to be cleaning, yet you’re filthy.” He slapped her cheek with his cock, gently. “Lucky for you, so am I.”

  He plunged into her mouth, and she held some of his rod. He didn’t expect her to deep-throat him, but she closed her lips around his cock and sucked him deep while squeezing his balls hard. Her gaze continued to hold his, fire flickering in the depths of her eyes. She sucked him, fiercely, while simultaneously playing with his heavy scrotum.

  Fuck. She latched onto his dick, and he threw his head back.

  “Yes,” he groaned.

  He knew she’d swallow him like the cock-sucking expert she was, but he preferred to come inside her tight pussy. He wanted to possess her, in his office, so he’d always remember how good it felt. How perfectly their bodies molded and limbs blended, resembling one of those Renaissance-type bronze sculptures that could never be broken apart.

  He put her against his desk, her hands splayed against the wood, then nudged her thighs apart and thrust into her without warning, wanting to lose himself in her.

  She was so wet…the heat and remnants of her orgasm drenching her folds. She looked over her shoulder, and he drew in a breath. “You like it this way, non, Monsieur? Being in charge.”

  I do. Every time they screwed, he expected her to deny him, to put an end to the madness he’d proposed. But she was as addicted to the ramming as he was. As eager. As filthy. “So do you.”

  He withdrew his cock halfway, then dove back in with a powerful thrust.

  She moaned, and that time he doubted people on the floor below couldn’t hear them. Yet, he didn’t care. He, the consummate professional, the guy who avoided taking personal calls at work and who didn’t waste time, was taking a serious time-out and screwing in his office. Who was he kidding? Neither of them was in charge.

  Monique gathered the strength to scoot out of his arms, planted her feet on the floor, and stood. She wriggled into the Halloween costume she’d bought at a sex shop. The moment she’d seen it through the window, images of her seducing him filled her mind until she found herself walking out of the shop carrying the props in a bag.

  Reality, of course, surpassed the fantasy. Leftover ardor still lurked in her veins, and she tossed her hair to the side, finger combing it in an attempt to make herself somewhat presentable when she left his office.

  “Monique?” he called, still sprawled on his sofa, delectable and available.

  “Oui?”

  “I love when you oui me. Makes me feel like ouiing the hell out of you all over again.”

  She smoothed her hands over the dress, already feeling her nipples straining against the cheap fabric. “Well then, I’ll throw in some French lessons sometime.”

  He grinned, surged to his feet, then put on his boxers and pants. “I must warn you, I can be an unruly student.”

  “That’s why they created the paddle board, n’est-ce pas?” she said teasingly, even though the idea of hurting his perfectly smooth, muscly ass didn’t appeal to her.

  Zaine zipped up and perched his hand on his waist, sizing her up. “You bring the paddle and we’ll have a hell of a time, professor. I just can’t guarantee it’ll stay in your hand for long,” he said, his words raising goose bumps on her arms.

  “We shall see, mon chéri,” she said jokingly. God, if he had made the freaking duster into a sex toy, what would he do to her if he got his hands on a paddle?

  She picked up her trench coat and slipped it on, carefully buttoning up so no one would see the dress underneath. When she finished, she found him leaning in front of his imposing desk, regarding her like he had to watch her closely. A gleam of affection touched his eyes, like those two brown irises carried the secret message he couldn’t bring himself to say out loud. Almost as if…he didn’t want to let her go, and not just because he wanted her physically.

  “Next week, I’d like to take you to Hawaii with me.”

  She stopped in her tracks. “Why?”

  “I have a business event there, and thought it’d be good to mix work and pleasure for once.”

  “I thought you worked with your ex on projects in the past. Didn’t you ever mix things?”

  He sighed. “Trust me, there wasn’t much pleasure involved then.”

  His response made her pulse flutter foolishly. “All right. What days?”

  “We could leave Thursday and be back Sunday evening. The party is on Saturday, but this will give me time to show you Honolulu and have some fun. Trust me, you’ll love it.”

  She mentally went over her class schedule, remembering she had one that Friday. She rarely missed school, so hopefully an email to the teacher to explain her absence would get her off the hook. Despite their hot affair, she didn’t want to jeopardize her chances to pass the proficiency exam she’d been studying for. The one that would open the doors to a world she’d dreamed of for so long. Besides…Zaine had invited her to a business trip and didn’t mind being seen with her. What did that mean for them as a potential couple? “Okay, I’m in.”

  He kissed her lips briefly, but enough to give her a taste and make
her yearn for more.

  She squared her shoulders, keeping her hormones in check. “Hawaii, huh?” she said, as a smile crept its way onto her lips.

  “I can’t wait. I’ll take you shopping in a few days.”

  “Why shopping?” The indecent amount of money he paid her more than covered all her expenses.

  “Because this event we’re going to means a lot to me. It’s kind of fancy, so I don’t want you to have to buy anything out of your budget for the one night.”

  “And you can?”

  “I’m the boss, remember?”

  She nudged his elbow. “You like to think you’re the boss, yes,” she said, teasing him. Who did she think she was fooling?

  Chapter Eight

  “So where’s the intriguing woman who’s kept you busy all these days?” Nico Giordano asked, pouring some more red wine into his glass. “It’s been impossible to get a hold of you, man.”

  Zaine scanned the area around the outdoor restaurant in an exclusive area of LA. He’d left Monique with his credit card and express orders to buy as many outfits for the trip as she deemed suitable—a recommendation he also expressed to the personal stylist from the upscale department store nearby.

  “She should be meeting us soon,” he said, after a quick glance at the surroundings. He imagined she’d walk between the many occupied round tables of the trendy place, collecting glances from the waiters and clients. “What have you been up to?”

  “Work, man. Lots and lots of it. I’ve been spending more time in LA than New York lately,” Nico said. They had been buddies ever since they’d met in college, and Nico divided his time between his real estate investments in New York, which he managed with his brother Marco, and the new ones on the West Coast, mainly in California.

  Zaine took a sip of his wine. “Yeah. I hear you.”

  Nico drummed his fingers around his glass, then a glint of mockery touched his brown eyes. “So. This chick. How did you two meet?”

  Zaine angled closer. “She used to be my housemaid. She’s a French student who’s been working to pay for a language course. Smart.”

  Nico whistled. “A French maid. No wonder Doug said you aren’t allowed in his house with her.”

  Zaine waved him off. The waiter came and brought some appetizers, then left. The mention of Doug brought a bad taste to his mouth. Not only was his friend in the middle of the gossip, but he was working with Ashley to steal this opportunity from him. “What else did he say?”

  Nico shrugged. “He just said that your new girlfriend is stunning and his wife didn’t like her. But Paula doesn’t like most people.”

  “Exactly.”

  “And he mentioned he’s taking Lara Annick out for lunch in Honolulu.”

  Shit. A lump of frustration lodged in his throat, but he swallowed. “Are you serious?”

  “Yeah. Listen, I’m tight with you and not as much with him. I told him as much.”

  He brought his drink to his mouth. “Thanks, man. Turns out Doug isn’t just a yes-man, he’s also a weasel.”

  “What are you going to do?”

  “Lara is hard to get a hold of. I’ve seen her at a few events, but I don’t know her like Ashley does. I’ll call Ashley and explain I didn’t cheat on her while we were married. Maybe reiterating that will take her need to screw me away,” he said, making himself a mental note to act fast. He’d send her a copy of his cell phone bill to show her he hadn’t even called Monique until recently. Security cameras around the house to show Monique never visited or stayed longer than usual had to help too. Damn it.

  “Hey, guys,” a female voice said. Emma’s.

  Zaine tilted his head to find his baby sister sauntering toward them, waving. Well, baby sister no more, though he always thought of her as the toddler who kept stealing his special pencils to sketch Barbie doll costumes on her notepads.

  “Little sister’s looking good,” Nico said, with an appreciative smile.

  “She has a boyfriend,” he said, remembering Simon, the dentist she’d been dating for well over a year. “And even if she didn’t…if you’re fond of that nose of yours, stay the hell away from my sister,” he said in a steady, commanding tone. Nico’s stories involving women and the trail of broken hearts he left behind were legendary, but Zaine would punch his lights out before Nico added his sweet sister to the list.

  “Hey, don’t worry,” he said, lifting his hands in surrender.

  He gave his friend a nasty look, then his gaze darted back to his brunette sister.

  “Hey, guys,” she said, pulling a chair and sitting next to them. “Is it okay if I sit with you? I was shopping and Simon has to work late. I saw you two from the sidewalk and thought I’d come in to say hi,” she said, draping her bag over the chair. “Hope I’m not interrupting some important man date.”

  Nico chuckled. “Just catching up. Nice to see you. How have you been?”

  “Busy,” Emma said, rolling her eyes. “I’ve been trying for a promotion at work, so I’ve been up at all kinds of crazy hours.”

  “Oh, that’s right,” Nico said, scratching his chin. “Because you’re a translator? And you speak French.”

  Zaine took a long drink and rocked back in his chair, already knowing where his friend was going with this train of thought. By now, Megan had probably already told Emma about running into a lady with a French accent in his home. He’d been surprised Emma hadn’t texted him the next day to drill him with questions. Not that he’d answer them, but shit, she sure always loved to be in the know.

  The waitress came and Emma ordered a glass of sparkling wine and some more appetizers for munching. Most likely she’d still be here by the time Monique returned. Did it bother him? Seemed like his close-knit family would meet Monique by the time she left for France. They’d grow to like her, only to have to say goodbye to her and wonder why the relationship ended.

  His chest squeezed for a moment, and he blamed it on the alcohol fast-tracking his cells. They had a deal in place for a reason.

  His phone buzzed with a text from Monique. I’m on my way.

  He texted okay and put his phone aside. A few minutes later, Monique sashayed into the place holding a few bags, and just like he had expected, men and women discreetly watched her. His pulse pounded, because he knew the smile forming on her plump lips was for him. And the way she swayed her round hips as she walked, making those denim jeans a lot more sinful than they were made to be, was all for him. A possessiveness crawled over him, and he almost considered taking her out of the restaurant altogether. She smiled at him, her eyes locking onto his, silently telling him she only wanted him. Passion roared through him, making him feel…

  Stupid. Don’t think about this now. He stood and pulled a chair next to him. As she came closer, her feminine scent swirled around him, doing a number on him. They stared at each other, her smile reaching her beautiful green eyes. His cock strained against his pants, and he decided to sit down after her so he wouldn’t be so obvious.

  Someone cleared their throat—possibly Emma—reminding him to introduce Monique officially to the group.

  “Monique, this is my buddy Nico, and my other sister, Emma,” he said, gesturing with his hand.

  A glint of male appreciation flickered in Nico’s eyes, and Zaine curled his fingers into a fist. Maybe that clocking will happen sooner rather than later. “Con piacere,” Nico said with that annoying Italian accent he used whenever he wanted to impress the ladies. “My pleasure. I’ve heard so much about you I feel like I already know you.”

  “It’s not all true,” Monique said, winking at him. “Nice to meet you,” she said, stretching her hand to Emma.

  “Hey.” Emma took her hand. “Megan really liked you. And she said you have a way with babies, so of course somehow our mother’s already been given the 411 about you.”

  He rolled his eyes at his sister, slowly shaking his head, hoping he didn’t have to blackmail her so she’d shut up.

  “Her baby is easy,” Mo
nique said quickly and, thank God, dismissively. “What’s everyone drinking?”

  “Simon and I are hosting a dinner next week. Do you guys want to come?” Emma asked as Monique finished her dessert. The happy hour had stretched into a lively dinner, and he, for once, had been pleased they all got along. Of course Zaine knew this meant Emma and Megan would pester him about the end of the relationship once Monique returned to France, but at least the impromptu dinner hadn’t been awkward in any way.

  A flutter of excitement moved through him. Actually…quite the opposite. Monique held her own and took Emma’s teasing in stride. If she continued to live in LA, and they dated, he could see them meeting his family and Nico for dinners more often.

  Don’t go there, a voice inside him warned. She’s not staying here. She’s too young and deserves to have the future she’s dreamed about. No way would he hook up with someone who didn’t know what she wanted and make the same mistake he’d made with Ashley. Wishing she truly wanted to build a family, a life with him didn’t mean she felt the same way.

  “We can’t. We’re going to Hawaii,” he said.

  “Are you going to the Annick party you mentioned some time ago? The one Doug is also attending?”

  “Yeah,” Zaine said. Darn it. The sooner he straightened out things with Ashley, the better. Maybe Doug would still try for the bid, but without her backing his chances would diminish significantly.

  “Is that for the hospital wing you want to name after Zachary?” Emma asked, her voice softer, and her brows came together in a compassionate expression.

  He ran a hand down his face, suddenly feeling all their eyes on him. “We’ll see.” He’d mentioned building the wing to honor his twin brother to his sisters once, how he’d love to name the cancer wing of a successful hospital after him. They’d both loved the idea, but he hadn’t bothered to keep them updated, not until he knew he’d nailed the deal. Zachary hadn’t been a famous pianist, even though he had loads of talent. He would have loved to see his name somewhere, especially if that meant in an effort to help sick children.