As Drew shut down the iPad and returned it to the coffee table, Maxine reached for his hand. “You're just amazing, Mr. McKenzie...”
“One more little thing…” he said as he hurried from the couch to the kitchen, then returned with a bottle of champagne. His deft fingers worked at the cork, slowly easing away the casing, then popping open the bottle with only a minimal amount of spillage. Passing a glass first to Maxine, he then toasted, “To the rest of our lives...”
“To the rest of our lives...” she repeated, touching her flute to his.
“So I have this rather urgent need...” He lifted his arm and rested it on the couch, encircling Maxine's shoulders, then leaned in so very close but not to touch her just quite yet “...to kiss you...”
“Kisses, Kind Sir?”
“Oh, yeah, little one...” Wrapping his large hands around her head, he pulled her closer. “Kisses...”
Maxine snuggled up against Drew’s chest. “You’re just dying to try out the tree skirt, aren’t you, Mack?”
Rising and tugging Maxine with him, Drew led her toward that towering tree, and then slipped down to the floor, settled himself and patted his thighs.
“You know…you’re always so overdressed, Maxine,” he said as she settled in his lap, his fingers lifting that damn ugly sweater away and tossing it across the room. “We’ve got to work on that…”
However, all she could manage as he bit down on her breast right through the soft material of her negligee—his teeth nearly tearing the satin—was to arch her back and groan deeply. Feathering her fingers into the thick curls of his hair, she writhed at his pull against her throbbing nipple, feeling the tingle right down to the ache between her legs. Wiggling in his lap, Maxine positioned herself against him, held on tight and rubbed her clit right along his cock.
Eyes open wide, he watched her—the slackened lips, the rise and fall of her breasts fighting to be freed from that tiny nightie, the grind of her hips against him—while she cried out his name, teetering on the edge of exquisite pleasure. His grip tightened on her hip as he supported her back with the other hand, holding her sure and steady.
“I have a delicious idea,” Drew suggested, skimming her shoulders with his lips then slipping his hand between her legs to tease and tickle her a bit more. The feel of his fingers pressing into her ass, holding her closer to his hardness, brought Maxine another thrilling rush, but Drew wasn’t ready to let her have her way just yet.
“Lie back for me, little one…under the tree…”
Easing her down gently, Drew cradled her head and helped her to rest atop that damn skirt that she was so worried about. He’d teased her for two days about having his way with her right in that spot, and Maxine—ever careful with money—reminded him of just how much that silly little tree skirt cost.
With just as much delicacy, he worked his fingers over her hips and down her thighs to reveal a sloppy little damp mess between her spread legs. As he sat back on his heels to absorb the sight of her for one moment, his sigh was audible. She looked so damn sweet in that wisp of crimson, minding him with passion clouded eyes as she anticipated his next move.
“Comfortable, little one?”
“Uh-huh…”
Lunging forward between her legs, he kissed first one knee, then the other. However, Drew always had to push her just a little, and alternating legs, he began to nibble his was up her thighs.
“Ohhh…” her tiny voice was so soft as the sounds of her pleasure played between them. “Bite…”
“Yes, you love it when I bite you, don’t you?” his voice soothed. “How about when I bite you…right here…?”
Between his teeth, he took her clit, nipping and suckling. Against her, he murmured, “That’s it, Maxine…just let it go…oh, how sweet, my little one…”
“So good…” she moaned, clenching her thighs around his head.
Teeth still clamped upon her, he muttered, “Yes, it’s soooooo good…”
As orgasm consumed her, she opened her eyes to see the shade of branches and shadows of twinkle lights just above her and inhaled that scent of fresh pine. His hands skimmed upward, over her hips, along her tummy before drifting over to pull her hardened little nipples between his fingers. Maxine shuddered uncontrollably under the manipulation of his mouth and his hands.
All the while, his tongue continued to swirl along her lower lips, and he groaned against her, seeking his own delight in the thrills that he brought to her.
“Love you…more…every day…” Maxine struggled to say. “Oh, Drew…”
No, he didn’t even have to fully undress her to send her shattering off into the stratosphere with his sweet but daring maneuvers. Those fingers—those lips—had mapped out every last inch of her body and could provoke her in the most imaginative ways.
“Please, now?” Maxine whimpered against him, her eyes beseeching.
“You want me inside you, don’t you, little one?” he said, kissing his way up her body and stopping by her navel for a quick lick.
“Oh, yes, please…!”
“So much to do yet,” he teased. “Prepare you. Undress myself…”
“I got you, Mack…” she panted, pulling his shirt from his slim jeans. Her fingers dashed over the buttons. All the while she hoped and prayed they just wouldn’t knock that fucking tree down…
With a poke of his hips against her belly, Drew grunted. “You’re gonna have to work at the jeans, too, Maxine…”
Under him, she slithered, sliding down until her face stared directly at his fly, and her hands hurried to his belt buckle.
“Ohhh, fuck…Maxine!” he whispered once she’d freed him from both jeans and boxer briefs and pulled him into her mouth for a lingering suckle. Although he feared shooting off right into her mouth, he couldn’t resist her, and his fingers crawled into her hair to hold her close for a bit. “Those lips…oh, my sweet Maxine…”
She simply couldn’t stay there. He had to ease her away. Had to be inside her…
With her back against the velvety tree skirt and the silkiness of her lingerie slithering her about, Maxine hooked her legs around his waist and lifted her ass completely off the floor to meet him, thrust for thrust. And he kissed her so tenderly while driving her forward into her little world of pleasure.
Those kisses…those touches…that cock…she felt as if he were sensually assaulting her on every single front...and she couldn’t get enough. As he lavished her with his lips and hands, Maxine clung to him, weakened by her own pleasure…and wrapped in the comfort of his undying love.
Onward he carried her into that blissful spot they shared together, both of them riveted by every single second. In this act—this display of such intense emotion between them—there was no greater love than the bridge of affection that connected Maxine and Drew.
Kinky…chaste…sugary sweet or dungeon dirty…Maxine was just lost in their own little world where nothing else mattered but Drew. There was simply no right or wrong way to their loving. In both tenderness and pain, they indulged each other. While she adored nothing more than Drew’s dominant side, she also embraced that tenderness that he could display only with her.
With him, she had come into her own and had grown up in just a matter of weeks. Nothing thrilled her more than the strike of his hand, the lash of the whip or the pinch of clamps upon her nipples. Looking back now, she was still the same Maxine Kirk who stepped off the bus on that warm September evening—but she had blossomed into a beautiful rose, complete with thorns, under Drew McKenzie’s expert hand.
For the moment, though, she succumbed to his enchanting play—his lips so soft and tickling upon her overly sensitive skin, the steady and even pulse of his cock driving against her—all while she clung to his arms, watching those intense blue eyes dilute with his own pleasure.
As he sunk into his own fulfillment, he increased his rhythm, knowing that Maxine would match him stroke for stroke. “Maxine…feel me, little one…feel it…”
; Release bordered on divinity, and Maxine no longer cared about the tree. She only wanted to relish those final seconds of splendor as he carried her all the way home…
“Christmas Tree Sex…” she muttered sluggishly as she settled.
“Maxine, we could have Landfill Sex, and it would still be the best sex I’ve ever had…”
Gleefully, she kicked her tiny feet against his bare ass. “Silly Kind Sir…”
“Yeah…well…” he began, his eyes smiling. He wasn’t yet ready to leave her. “Silly Kind Sir loves his Naughty Sassy Penelope…”
Pulling him closer, she whispered, “Drew?”
“Hmmm?” he said, tracing his nose along her neck and taking in the scent of her lily perfume.
“Merry Christmas, my love…”
“Merry Christmas to you, my precious little one…”
A growl rumbled in his throat as he kissed her again, gearing up for round two upon that tree skirt. Fuck, he still needed to ditch his jeans. He was just in such a rush to make love to his fiancée. In the morning, they’d replace the damn thing with a crisp white bed sheet. No one would even notice with the presents piled all around.
Beneath the twinkling lights from both the tree and the New York skyline, as she curled ever closer to him, Drew knew that with Maxine at his side, they were about to embark on the perfect year…
About the Author
Amazon bestselling author Juliet Braddock loves eighties music, wine, food, theater and all things French. When she’s not exploring the big cities of the world—most notably Paris—she lives and writes in Manhattan, and is the proud cat mom to a very spoiled Russian Blue rescue.
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Keep flipping…there’s an excerpt from the next book!
An Excerpt from KNOTTED,
Book Three in the
Manhattan Bound Series
Down that familiar hallway on the twenty-fifth floor, she trudged. Once she closed and dead-bolted the door, Maxine began to panic.
Dropping two shopping bags to the floor with a thunderous thud, Maxine stood between the purple velvet sofa and the four poster bed and willed herself to calm down. Ticking off her mental list, she needed to put the damn caviar in the fridge and start the chocolate sauce. And then...she had to figure out how the hell to wiggle her way into that lingerie she carefully selected for their very first Valentine’s Day together.
First, she had to text Drew.
Kind Sir, will you please meet me
in the Dungeon at noon
for a little surprise?
xx M
While she waited for Drew’s response, she launched her plan. As she plugged in the fondue pot—a Christmas gift from Vicki—she unbuttoned her little red blouse with her free hand. Multi-tasking was crucial in pulling everything off before Drew's arrival.
She struggled with her stretch pants, shoving them down her hips and kicking them to the floor. Panties...bra...socks! She still had so much to remove, and so little time. And there was simply no stalling Drew now. Not even a blizzard could keep him away.
“I'm naked in a studio with a bondage bed...” she muttered to herself. “If I died right now, my father would be mortified...and he would take that shotgun off the wall—no matter how much he loves my fiancé.”
Pulling out her skimpy, silky attire from the layers of tissue paper in which they‘d been wrapped, she held up the red satiny ribbons between her thumb and forefinger, still pondering what part went where. The small photo on her iPhone didn't help to guide her at all. This little, for want of a better term, get-up—the birthday suit playset from Agent Provocateur—should have clearly been sold with its own set of instructions.
However, she took one quick break to read Drew’s response.
I shall be there precisely at noon, little one.
Kisses, KS
Maxine found herself running out of time. Oh, what an interesting afternoon it was going to be...if she could only figure out her own fucking lingerie!
“Easy stuff first,” Maxine coached herself as she slipped her toes into the foot of the red fishnet thigh-highs. “Just don't fall on your ass putting your hose on!”
The sparkly heart-shaped pasties, complete with tassels, were quite simple to figure out. Capping her tiny but taut nipples, she knew she was only arousing herself with her own little costume. However, it never took much. In fact there were times when she could will herself to orgasm just thinking of Drew.
Oh, if he only knew about her little secret...indulging without him. He'd punish her. Perhaps she needed to confess, she thought. She wondered what his trusted, Naughty Sassy Maxine App would have to say about that little indiscretion.
Louboutin heels in one hand and the silky little garment in her other, she made her way to the full length mirror to slink into her Valentine's Day outfit. Once she'd pulled the panties on, much to her surprise, the straps that crossed over her tummy were relatively easy to maneuver around. With bows fastened at the neck and hips, she felt like a giant Valentine's Day gift, all wrapped in crimson just for her Kind Sir. She loved that it even came with its own built-in collar.
Mustering her poise, she made her way back toward the tiny kitchen in the six-inch spikes she wore. Giggling to herself, sometimes she wondered what ever happened to that sweet little Maxine Kirk from Pittsburgh. But that answer was quite simple. She'd moved to New York and met and met Drew McKenzie. And she wouldn't change a single moment.
However, just as she'd begun to stir the chocolate sauce, the first of the three locks turned.
Maxine stopped so suddenly, frozen in time. She hadn't even picked up her clothes yet! Oh, Drew was going to be one Cranky Sir in about a minute...
Folding his hands together, he merely shook his head as he looked around.
“You know I don't like to punish you on holidays, Almost Mrs. Mack...”
Protest, and he'll do it! she thought to herself. “But the snow...and Zabar's was packed...and I wanted to...I just...” She noticed that her voice always seemed to rise an octave when they played.
“What the hell is going on here? This isn’t your bedroom back at the old townhouse, Maxine!” Through his gruff, though, Maxine could see that smile of approval as he appraised her new little outfit. In his mind, Maxine knew, Drew was already unwrapping those bows. “Now, I come here...expecting a little release with my fiancé...and there's a mess on the floor...she's not even finished preparing her little treats for me. And dammit...she's not in position yet.”
Turning carefully in those damn shoes, Maxine rolled her shoulders back, the tassels swinging to and fro from her breasts as she swiveled.
“But I...you...we have...”
“Uh-uh-uh!” Drew raised his hand as he crossed the room toward her. “Excuses are not accepted, and you should know that by now.”
In one swift move, he'd clasped her hands in his and held them above her head as he pinned her with his body against the cold, stainless steel refrigerator. “Should I deny you on this frigid, snowy afternoon?”
Now was her chance to spill the beans and send her punishment into overdrive. “I can do that myself, Kind Sir,” she insisted. “Without touching myself.”
Raising a brow, his pride swelled. Such a perfect submissive was she.
“Oh, yeah, Sassypants?” he challenged as he plucked at a strap. “Show me...”
Maxine took one very slow, deep breath into her lungs. Wrapping her fingers around the refrigerator door handle, she opened her green eyes wide and held his gaze as he watched her. Already, she could feel her clit twitching beneath that damp wisp of satin that covered her, and her nipples seemed to just press against those damn little pasties.
“Uhhhhhhh...” she groaned.
However, Drew couldn't resist closing just a bit of distance between them, fearing she'd collapse and hurt herself as orgasm took hold. Placing a h
and on each side of her, he was ready to catch her, just in case.
“Tell me what you're thinking right now, Maxine.”
“I'm thinking...ohhh, I'm thinking I'm on my knees, Sir...”
“And what are you doing?” he prompted her.
“Sucking you...sucking you off, Sir...and I'm...oh...oh, fuck...oh, fuck, fuck fuck...!”
Without warning, she gripped his shoulder as she kicked her heel, scuffing it against the hardwood floor. His face was so close, so intense, as she writhed before him but not against him. Drew hadn't laid a single finger on her, yet orgasm consumed her as her body just shook with the shocks of oblivion.
Drew's thoughts were likewise awhirl. Her sexual appetite knew no boundaries. Maxine’s need to please him—and to please herself—astounded him. Seeing her submit to her own pleasure always sent jolts of electric desire straight through his cock. Witnessing her shuddering and screaming and calling out his name when all he'd done was simply walk in the door and give her a mild scolding nearly reduced him to ashes.
He fucking hated losing control with her, but he simply couldn't resist slipping his hands between them, ripping away those two little hearts from her nipples and dipping his head to bite down, drawing one swollen little bud between his teeth.
“So help me, Maxine, if I come in my fucking jeans...you're getting spanked until next Valentine's D—”
Reality, however, stuck him suddenly like a bolt of lightning to a tree.
Fuck. The power went out.
KNOTTED,
the third book in Juliet Braddock’s
critically acclaimed
Manhattan Bound Series
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