Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright
Note from the Publisher
Dedication
Trademarks Acknowledgement
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
About the Author
Also by Heidi Lynn Anderson
A Silver Publishing Book
Maggie's Desire
Copyright © 2013 by Heidi Lynn Anderson
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First E-book Publication: May 2013
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Chapter One
Sometimes working in a sex club sucks monkey ass.
Maggie Black leaned on the bar and sighed. "For a tax attorney, the man can move."
"Hey, can I get a Jack and Coke."
Maggie pulled her attention from the sight of Brian O'Malley's magnificent body moving sensually over the woman on her hands and knees center stage. Bitch.
She'd been watching Brian fuck women in Club Paradise for years. Every time his talents got harder to ignore.
A glass rattled by her ear. "Oh, Maggie."
The man's annoyed tone ran like razor wire over her nerves.
She swatted at his arm. "Yeah, keep your pants on."
The man cupped himself and winked. "I'm not wearing pants."
It was a damn shame he wasn't wearing at least a G-string. His pinky-sized dick flopped around like a dead fish. She bit her bottom lip to keep from laughing or vomiting, Maggie wasn't sure which. She poured pinky dick his drink. "Oh, you're not? I didn't notice," she said, handing him his Jack and Coke.
He slapped a ten on the bar and grinned. "Always good talking to you, Maggie."
Maggie saluted, checked her watch, and yawned. God, she wished she were still in bed. Her plans for Saturday included sleeping in before she had to pick up her friend, Nick, from the airport. They sure as hell didn't include a seven am call from her morning bartender. The woman quit because she couldn't find a babysitter.
It was days like this being Club Paradise's manager stunk big time. She stretched to work out the kinks in her back. Working until the wee hours last night and having to cover the lunch shift didn't leave time for the hot bath she longed for.
Maggie tugged on her tank top, turned, and looked at the writhing bodies twenty feet in front of her. Brian's crystal blue eyes latched onto her, holding her in place. Sweat glistened like diamonds on his skin, highlighting every muscular dip and valley. His perfectly cut hair dripped from his efforts. Her figures itched to run through the midnight-colored strands.
For a moment she wondered what it would be like if she was the one he crooked his finger at and led up onto the stage. Maggie groaned and shifted. She wanted Brian's hard body over hers, inside her. The desire to have his thick, hard cock probing the delicate fold of her pussy while he held her against his solid chest had a shiver running up Maggie's spine.
Lust flashed white-hot inside her core. She watched Brian ram his hips against the woman's ass. Maggie could hear the woman's cries of ecstasy over the cheers of the crowd. Jealousy burned in her gut. She closed her eyes to block out the intoxicating sight.
Her mind conjured up images of their naked bodies fused together. White-hot pleasure bubbled inside her soul. Maggie forced her eyes open and stared right at Brian. She could all but feel him lean in and flick her earlobe with his tongue. A shiver danced over the tender flesh like a whisper. Her teeth bit hard into her bottom lip. She stifled the moan burning in her throat. Maggie's breasts yearned to be touched. Her pussy flared with moist heat.
She wanted him bad. Swallowing back a whimper, Maggie squeezed her thighs together to relieve the throbbing ache between them. "God, you're pathetic," she said aloud. "You wouldn't know what to do with Brian if you had him hot, hard, and calling your name."
"What was that, Maggie?"
She jumped and spun. "Holy shit, Logan. Where did you come from?"
He frowned. "I've been here for ten minutes."
"You scared the crap out of me."
His eyes narrowed. He rubbed his thumb over her cheek. "Are you feeling okay?"
She stepped back. "I'm fine. It's hot in here is all." Her cell vibrated against her hip and she jumped again. "Shit." Maggie fished the phone out of the pocket of the too tight jean cut offs. "Have I told you today, the uniforms here suck?"
Logan sent her a heart-melting smile. "Not from where I'm standing."
She pulled denim down her leg so the shorts looked more like shorts and less like bikini bottoms. "Next time
I'm going with you and Julie when you go shopping for new outfits."
"If you had it your way, we would all wear over-sized cargo pants and baggy T-shirts.
She grinned up at him. "Just the women. The men would wear tight shorts and no shirts." Her cell vibrated again. "Crap." She glanced at the screen.
NICK: The eagle has landed.
She checked the time. "Holy shit, I'm going to be late." Her pathetic fantasizing had her losing all track of time. She took a breath, pulled herself together, and typed back. Haven't left work yet. See you in twenty.
Shoving the phone back into her snug pocket, she gazed at Logan. "Nick just landed." Maggie motioned to the bar. "You got this?"
Logan sent her his signature grin. "No, but since Nick is here to help me and Ava with the new house, I guess I can make do."
"Thanks." She rushed out from behind the bar and pushed through the crowd toward the door. Maggie felt someone grab her ass. She spun and rammed her elbow into the offender's ribs. "Back off, asshole."
The guy stumbled. "Ouch, sorry. I was just going to ask if you wanted to go to a private room with me?"
She put her hands on her hips and examined him critically. People really pissed her off. "Hey, jackass. Just because this is a sex club doesn't mean you can touch people without their permission." Maggie waved at the head bouncer.
Sam lumbered over. "What's up, Maggie?"
She pointed at the jackass. "He needs to leave."
The huge man's beady eyes narrowed. "Is that so?"
"Yeah, toss him out in five."
"Got it."
"Thanks," she said and turned, sliding out of the club.
* * * *
Maggie squeezed her vintage 1979 canary yellow MGB convertible into the lane heading into Miami International Airport. She just barely beat out a huge SUV in the process. "Ha, ha, kiss my tiny car's ass."
Leaning back in her seat, Maggie stifled a yawned. She really needed a vacation. Between working at Paradise six days a week, fourteen hours a day and having her Domme lessons with head Dominatrix, Mistress Julie, she had nothing left.
The Hummer in the next lane tried to maneuver itself into the space ahead of Maggie. Its ugly, black bumper almost hit her baby's windshield. "Watch it, asshole." She stepped on the clutch and gunned the gas. Her car sputtered and hiccupped. "Come on, baby," she crooned, patting its dashboard. "Don't die on me now."
The car may not be much, but it was all Maggie had.
The occupant in the Hummer scowled down through the closed window.
"What? You never saw someone with the top down?" Maggie shouted.
The other woman tossed back her long, blond hair and looked down her nose. It took every ounce of self-control she had not to flip the prissy woman the bird. Making a show of flicking back her purple pixie cut, Maggie squealed her tires. "We showed her, didn't we," she said, caressing the steering wheel.
Five minutes later, Maggie stopped in front of Nick. The now familiar zing slid over her body like it did every time she saw him. "Hey there, handsome, need a ride?"
His gorgeous face split into a sexy smile. "If a pretty girl like you is offering, then yes I do."
She popped the trunk. "Toss your bags in."
Nick flung his carry on and computer bag in the trunk and slammed the lid. He moved to the passenger side and opened the door.
Nick folded himself into the tiny seat. Maggie's heart thudded against her ribcage at the sight of his well-defined muscles rippling under the tight black T-shirt.
He leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. "Did you get stuck in a lot of traffic?"
Maggie's belly did a little dip. "A little. I'm sorry I'm so late."
"What held you up?"
I was watching my fantasy man fuck some bitch and got a little sidetracked. Heat rushed to her face. She blew out a breath. "I um—"
Nick held up his hand. "Wait, don't tell me if it had something to do with Brian."
She sighed. "Okay, I won't tell you then."
He sat back in his seat. "You are the color of the newly-painted fire truck at the station back home. I didn't think it was possible for anyone to blush more than Ava. It's too bad I don't put that pretty color in your cheeks."
Oh, but you do something to me. Red-hot embarrassment filled her. Maggie shifted into first. "I don't know what you mean." She snuck into a tiny gap in traffic.
A horn blared behind them. Maggie shot up her hand, middle finger extended. "Up yours, asshole."
Nick fastened his seat belt, laughing quietly. "Anyone in a hundred mile radius can see how you look at Brian."
"You don't know what you're talking about," she said, her heart twisting in her chest. Maybe it was time for her to stop pining away for a man who thought of her as an annoying little sister. "I don't want to talk about it." She ran an unsteady hand through her hair.
Nick turned in his seat and looked at her, flashing his sexy dimples again. "I like what you did with your hair, by the way."
She willed away the urge to do the girly thing and run her fingers through her grape-colored strands. "Oh, shut up, you're just saying that to get on my good side."
"I'd like to be on any side you'd let me get on."
Her stomach did the twisty thing again. She looked over at him. "If you're not careful, I might take you up on that offer."
The teasing glint in his eye vanished. "It would be my pleasure."
He wouldn't be saying that if he knew she was still a virgin. Maggie cleared her throat and made a show of rolling her eyes. "Oh, please."
Nick lifted her hand from the gearshift and pressed his lips to her knuckles. "I hope Brian knows what he's missing."
She doubted it. Maggie pulled her hand away before her lady parts started to dance again. She wiped the back of her hand on her leg. "I don't know where your lips have been."
He chuckled. "For someone who works at a sex club, you have some prudish ideas."
"For a guy who won't step foot in a sex club unless dragged, you have a kinky lifestyle."
He shrugged. "I think some things should be done behind closed doors."
"But sharing a woman is okay?"
"It's less complicated if the woman in question is already involved with another person. That way they don't get hung up on me."
Maggie scoffed. "Don't you have a high opinion of yourself?" She took the ramp off the highway too fast. Her car wheels screeched in protest. "Just what the world needs, another commitment-phobic man. What happened to you, Nickolas?"
Nick gripped the OMG handle on the door. "If you get me drunk enough, I might tell you someday."
"What do you like to drink?"
"Root beer."
She snorted and turned down her street. "Do you want to put your bartending skills to good use tonight?"
"Why?"
"I'm a man down at the club. It's going to be crazy tonight."
He winked at her. "I guess I can help, but only if I can kick and scream while you drag me."
Maggie whipped the car into her spot on the street. "If that's what you want. I'll have to find my collar and leash."
He cringed. "No thanks."
She laughed and shut off the engine. "It's legends night," she said, cranking up the ragtop.
Nick opened the door, moaning his displeasure. "You're kidding me?"
She stepped out of the car and lifted the trunk. "Oh, come on. You haven't lived until you've seen James Dean go down on Pamela Anderson."
Nick lifted his things out of the trunk and followed Maggie to her apartment. "Pamela Anderson is a legend?"
"I guess so." She unlocked the front door and stepped into the tiny space. "I'll sleep on the couch, so you can have the bed."
He dropped his bags next to the sofa and glared at her. "We have this conversation every time I stay with you. I'll take the couch."
She smiled sweetly up at him. "If you insist."
He snickered, leaned in, and pressed a tender kiss to her lips. "I may just c
onvince you to let me share your bed."
Her hormones stood at attention. "I'd like to see you try."
He gripped her upper arms and lifted. His chocolate-colored eyes bored into hers. "Let me give you a better taste of what you could have."
Her mouth watered in anticipation. Nick's lips overtook hers in a hot-wet kiss. Fire flashed in her core and images of Nick double-teaming her with Brian filled her head. Maggie's insides turned into mush. Nick's tongue brushed across her bottom lip seeking entry. The flash disappeared as old fear took its place.
God, when will this stop happening? She leaned away and took a deep breath. "Well, you sure know how to make a girl weak in the knees."
He set her down. His lust-filled eyes searching hers. "Are you all right?"
She forced her knees not to buckle and grinned up at him. "Yup."
Relief moved over his handsome features. Nick lifted a lock of her hair and smiled down at her. "You would make a great Marilyn Monroe."
"I'm glad you think so, because I need help stripping the color from my hair so I can go platinum."
"Oh, good, just what a guy wants to do with a beautiful woman on a Saturday afternoon."
She grabbed his arm and tugged. "Oh, come on."
"Okay, but we're going to come up with a plan that will drive Brian out of his mind."
She rolled her eyes. "Like that would ever happen."
* * * *
Brian tugged open the door to Paradise and inhaled the comforting scent of sex, leather, and latex. Memories of this morning helped ease the day's pressure. His secretary called while he was here this afternoon and he'd had to go into the office to deal with a particularly hard client. His stress evaporated with every step he took into the dimly lit interior. Spotting one of the owners, he sighed and moved toward her.
The classic 1950's pencil skirt, tight, white button-down-collared blouse, fishnet stockings, and six-inch Mary Janes accented every luscious curve the woman had.
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