Served Hot: Best Revenge, Book 2

by Marie Harte

  She fingered a woman’s lace dress. “What have you been up to?”

  He saw the garment and laughed. “That belongs to a friend of Anson’s. She had her whole family photographed in an old-fashioned wardrobe. It was fun.”

  She looked around. “You’ve taken pictures of lions and tigers, been in places like Paris and Russia, taken pictures in war zones. Now you’re snapping shots of kids with stuffed animals and families in weird clothing. Isn’t this…boring for you?”

  He shrugged. “It’s different for sure, but I’m happy. This place is mine. I have roots here now. Hell, I have a girlfriend.” He winked at her, but she didn’t wink back.

  “Maya?”

  She couldn’t put a finger on her unease. “Don’t you think you’ll get tired of Bend?” Tired of me?

  His slow smile, when it came, had her heart racing. God he was beautiful, inside and out. “I could never get tired here. You won’t let me.” He gave her a soft kiss, nothing carnal about it, yet he aroused her nonetheless.

  “But, Dex, you—”

  “Uh-uh. This is date number seven. I get to shoot you—with a camera, Miss Melodrama. I don’t think a bullet would penetrate that hard-ass attitude. Relax already, would you?”

  She lost her worry and smiled. “Good to know.”

  “I want to get these shots right. I left something for you to put on. If you do it right, you get a dinner out of it. I tend to be a little demanding with a camera. I’m just warning you, we could be a while.”

  “Fine, fine. I respect a man who knows his art.”

  “And his subject,” Dex murmured, knowing he had to capture her tonight. For his peace of mind, if not his mental well-being. She remained just out of reach, and he had to tug her back. To make his mark before she could drum up some excuse to leave him behind.

  She wiggled her brows. “Where’s my getup? And just so you know, there’d better not be leather and a whip involved.”

  “No, that’s for later in bed.”

  She tripped on her way to the back and glared at him over her shoulder. “Funny.”

  “I left you instructions with your costume.” He held in his laughter until she disappeared into the changing room. He moved into the back, where he’d set up his lighting and props. A black silk sheet draped over a red velvet divan. The lighting was soft, romantic, and the candelabra on a table nearby added to the ambience.

  When Maya entered wearing a sheer white sleeveless dress that ended at mid-thigh, he suddenly found it hard to swallow. She’d left her hair down, but she wore the turquoise comb he’d left for her, pulling the hair back from the side of her face. She’d applied some makeup as well, and he felt as if he was looking at art come to life. The perfect woman, both seductress and soul mate. And all his.

  “No undergarments, eh, Dex? Kinky.” She smiled at him.

  When she walked, the dress showed off her nipples and thighs. He could see right through the fabric, and he congratulated himself on choosing something that enhanced her skin tone. Fuck, she was gorgeous.

  “Good.” He had to clear his throat. “Now lay down on the divan.”

  “Oh, a divan. Fancy.” She smirked at him, but he couldn’t see past the wondrous depths of her eyes. Then he traced her features and was mesmerized by her plump, rose-red lips. She walked with a natural sensuality and reclined on the divan.

  He grabbed his camera and started taking pictures so he wouldn’t grab her, make short work of that excuse for a dress and slide inside her. He worked hard to ignore the urge to fuck the hell out of her. Ten damn days. God. What had he been thinking?

  “Nice.” He moved around her, knowing all the right angles to use. “Now stop smiling. Smolder.”

  “Really?”

  “Did I stutter?”

  “You’re such a pain. Fine.”

  Her sensual pout worked. Really well. He ignored his erection and continued to take pictures. “Now put your arms over your head.” Her breasts looked even larger against the sheer dress. The points of her nipples stood out, and the dark shadow of her areolas mesmerized him. “Beautiful. Hold for me.”

  She did. A natural model, perhaps because she was an artist herself, she did exactly what he said without protest as he continued to shoot. “Now something a little…spicier.”

  She raised a brow but didn’t otherwise move.

  “Spread your legs wide. Let me see that pussy.”

  She blinked at him, then grinned. “Oh. So this was just a ploy to get me down here for sex. Or are you into naked pictures of your models?”

  “Nope. Just you.” He watched her slowly spread her legs. He kept himself hidden behind the camera when he really wanted to declare how he felt, then make love to her for hours.

  She ran her hands up her thighs as he took her photo. Then she toyed with her pussy, and the moisture there enthralled him.

  “I’m wet for you, Dex.”

  His breathing sounded overly loud among the electronic blips of his camera.

  “So hungry for a big cock. Wherever will I find one?” She ran her hands up her belly to her breasts, and he continued to photograph her. “Ever thought about some private videos?”

  “Of us together? Hell yeah.” He moved closer, zooming in on her breasts. Her pussy. Her mouth. He continued to take pictures, knowing no one but him would ever see these. Art be damned. Maya belonged to him alone.

  “Hmm. Want to make a movie now?”

  He moved the camera away and stared at her. Like a succubus come to life, she lay there tempting him with each breath. “You’d let me film us?”

  “Why not? I’m not embarrassed of my body.”

  Or much else. “I’m not either.” He didn’t feel himself putting the camera down until it clunked on a nearby table.

  She smiled at him. “Got a tripod?”

  “Yeah.” He continued to stare at her, taken with her smooth, sexy body.

  “Dex, go get it.”

  He jolted and fetched the tripod. After setting up the camera and noting the angle, he readjusted the field of view until he had her centered.

  “Now come here and fuck me.”

  “On our date?”

  “We’re boyfriend and girlfriend, now, remember? It’s okay to make naughty films.”

  Christ, but he wanted this. His two loves bound together. Photography and Maya. But this would be breaking a cardinal rule in dealing with the woman.

  He stared at her as he removed his clothing.

  Her sly grin boasted more than satisfaction at coming out the victor. She looked aroused as well. She toyed with her pussy while she waited, and he noted her heavy breathing and slick fingers.

  Finally nude, he moved closer.

  “Turn on the camera.” She nodded to it.

  “You sure?”

  “Yeah. Let’s get naughty, Dex.”

  He turned on the camera, excited about what they were going to do. Sure, he’d fiddled with filming a girlfriend once or twice. But in the end, he’d deleted any pictures. None of his exes had interested him enough to keep them.

  But Maya… He wanted to make a movie of them together. A reminder of how sexy she could be that he could watch whenever he wanted. The kinky side of him came out in full force when she crawled toward him on the divan, still wearing her short dress while he wore nothing at all.

  “Suck me, baby.” He stopped at the foot of the divan in repose, wondering how the shot would look. The contrasts of his skin against hers, of her mouth around his cock.

  He moaned when she parted her lips and winked up at him. “Get ready.”

  “Oh, I am.” More than ready. Steel hard and needing to come inside her, he waited.

  She didn’t disappoint. She teased him, licking and stroking for the camera. He forgot about being filmed when she took him inside her mouth. She loved him wit
h her lips, her tongue and the sly press of her teeth.

  “Shit. Oh fuck, please.” He moaned and pumped into her, holding her hair as he moved. He hadn’t realized he’d lost control until her soft hands cupped his sac. She rubbed him, and he knew if he didn’t pull back he’d come too soon. He withdrew; she pouted.

  “Come on, Dex. Let’s fuck.”

  “Lie back. Let me eat that pussy,” he growled.

  She smiled at him and lay on her back, hiking the dress up to her belly.

  “Take it off.”

  “But the pictures…” she mock protested. At his look, she chuckled and whipped it over her head. “We’re making a dirty movie, aren’t we?”

  “It’s a documentary of how to make your girlfriend come,” he quipped, amazed he had the fortitude to think while staring at his dream come true. Then, drawn to her, he dropped to his knees between her spread legs and touched her.

  He ran his hands over her legs, her belly, her chest. He followed with his mouth, trailing kisses all over her. He centered himself on her breasts, tugging and licking while she squirmed beneath him. “I’ve dreamed of you here,” he whispered and moved back down her belly. “Of licking you, watching you take me inside you.”

  He continued to kiss her until he came to her slick pussy. He buried his head between her legs and felt her hands clutch his hair. Moaning against her, he licked and sucked while she wrapped her legs around his head and begged him to come.

  He put his pinky against her ass and pushed, inserting the tip of one finger in her while two more found her channel and delved deep.

  She tightened around him, and he sighed into heaven, licking her while he fucked her with his fingers.

  “I’m coming. Oh, Dex.”

  He licked her clit with a firm tongue, and she broke apart. Her orgasm ripped through her and him while he licked her past the wicked pleasure.

  “More, Dex. Let me see you.”

  He rose on unsteady legs and let her tug him closer. Then her mouth was on him again, and he couldn’t do anything but let her take charge. She guided him to turn, and he belatedly realized she wanted the camera to capture them both.

  With his hands on her shoulders, he pressed down. “Get on your hands and knees and turn around.”

  She licked his tip and smiled. “Yes, master.”

  She turned around on the divan, and he slapped her ass. “Witch.”

  Her laugh turned into a moan when he knelt to lick her pussy from behind. “So sweet.” He straightened and positioned himself to enter her. “No condom, remember. Just me and you.”

  “Yes. Come in me.”

  Sweeter words had never been spoken. He gripped her hips and entered her in one swift push. “Fuck.” He barely heard her moans as instinct demanded he take her. Own her. He fucked her hard, needing that sweet release to tie them together. In her. His girlfriend. His lover.

  He felt her all around him as his rhythm quickened. She cried out when he slammed particularly hard, not with hurt but with excitement. Two more thrusts and the pleasure balled at his spine traveled throughout his body before it exploded.

  “Maya. Yes,” he shouted, filling her up while pumping to experience that pleasure as long as possible. “So hot.” She felt like a glove of ecstasy while she milked him of his seed and stole his ability to reason.

  It seemed to last forever.

  Then she told him to pull out. “Let the camera see you, baby.”

  The camera. Shit. He’d just fucked Maya on film. Another fantasy checked off his bucket list. He withdrew, and she turned around and smiled up at him. “You’re still hard.” She put her mouth over him, tasting herself, and he thought it the most erotic thing in the world.

  “You’re mine.” I love you.

  She drew her mouth off with a slow lick. “And you’re mine.”

  After a moment spent staring at each other, she shrugged. “Do we turn it off now or go for round two?”

  He turned off the camera.

  “We’ll have to watch that in slow-mo,” she said.

  He came back to her and sat on the black sheet. “You’re a dirty girl, aren’t you?” Pulling her onto his lap and wishing he had the stamina to go again, he held her close, loving her caramel curves.

  “I am. And you’re kinky enough to appreciate it. We just made an adult movie, Dex.” Her wicked grin made him sigh. “So are you going to post it online or sell tickets at the local theater?”

  “No.” He flushed and felt stupid when she laughed. “This is for my personal collection.”

  Her smile remained. “Oh? You have an extensive porn collection?”

  “No, dumbass. This is the first of many Maya pictures I’ll have to jack off to when you’re busy working.”

  “Oh. I see. Well, I’ll need a copy too. That way when you’re busy taking pictures of kids and kittens, I can be home pleasuring myself.” She squirmed over his dick. “I’ll get all wet and use my toys while watching your big cock. Oh yeah.”

  “Stop.” He held her still. “You’re making me hard again. I need a minute.”

  “I thought you guys needed like half an hour to go again.”

  “Not with you.” He smiled, half-erect. “Hold on.” He entered her again, satisfaction filling him because he’d left a huge mess inside her. “Let’s get me nice and lubed.” At the thought of what he meant to do, his arousal returned in earnest.

  She blinked. “Wait. Lubed?”

  He withdrew and positioned himself at her ass, then pulled her down.

  “Go slow, you bastard.” She moaned and sank over him, an inch at a time. “You’re too big.”

  “You’re just right.” After holding himself there to stretch her, he withdrew, dragged more moisture from between her legs and smeared it over him. Then he pushed inside her ass again. “I blame you for all this. You shouldn’t look the way you do if you don’t want to be fucked.”

  “How do I look?” she asked on a sigh as she settled over him fully.

  “Like you belong to me.”

  They didn’t speak. They watched each other, and he saw more than she’d probably be comfortable knowing she shared. So open, vulnerable and sexy, Maya watched him without her emotional shields holding her back. He drew her into another orgasm before reaching his own. And he knew that he’d never look at his studio the same way again.

  Chapter Eleven

  Dex had never felt better in his life. Maya might not realize it yet, but the woman trusted him. She cuddled. She laughed and hugged and kissed him. She no longer pushed him to settle up on his last remaining dates. Anytime he brought up the three they had left, she’d shush him or pretend the time limit didn’t exist. It didn’t for him, but he had a feeling in her relationship-squirrely mind, she figured when his time ended, they were done.

  So far from the truth, but Maya admitting she wanted more was pushing her to acknowledge something she might not be able to handle.

  She was it for him.

  They sat with her father and Bev at her father’s home for the dinner they’d been invited to. Little did she know she would be returning the favor this weekend at his own parents’. For some reason, she seemed skittish whenever he mentioned his mother or father, yet he couldn’t wait to show her off.

  His mother had known of his fascination with all things Maya Werner for years. She’d been the one to keep him up to speed on Maya whenever he asked. And she was dying to see him and Maya finally together, if only so she could shut him up about her.

  “You two look happy,” Bev commented. She poured them wine before sitting down next to Roy. “Work going well?”

  “Terrific. I had the best shots I’ve ever taken a few days ago.”

  Maya choked on her drink.

  “Oh?” Roy asked.

  “Yeah.” He gave Maya a smug smile, then described a sunrise shot ove
r the mountains he’d taken—the day after his session with Maya in his studio. “I would have asked your daughter to go with me, but I’ve seen her before she’s had her coffee in the morning. It’s not pretty.”

  She glared at him and took a large sip of wine. “You went out at five. A.M. Er, so he told me,” she added quickly.

  Her father rolled his eyes. “Because you’d never spend the night with a man who’s not your husband.”

  “Which she doesn’t have,” Dex added with an unspoken, Yet.

  “And never will.”

  Her father winked at him. “I think someone’s protesting a bit much, don’t you, Dex?”

  Since Monday in his studio, Dex and Maya had spent every night together at her place. Four great nights where they teased, made love, watched TV, played games and just stared at each other. Four days of bliss and torture, because he wanted every day to be that great, but he was afraid if he told her, she might bolt.

  Before he could answer her father, Maya said, “Isn’t that a bit ironic coming from you? A thirty-year commitment-phobe?”

  “Is that even a word?” Dex tried to make light of what might be a sensitive topic.

  “No, she’s right,” Roy said. “I’ve been playing around instead of dealing with my feelings. Did it so long it became a habit.” He reached for Bev’s hand. “Until Bev shook me out of feeling sorry for myself.”

  “What?” Maya stared at their hands.

  Uh-oh. Dex had a feeling Roy had big news to share. Then Maya shocked him by reaching for his hand under the table.

  He clutched her, giving her the lifeline she needed. Thank you, Roy.

  “I know it seems sudden, but sometimes you just know.” Roy winked at Bev. “I’ve asked Bev to marry me, Maya.”

  “Holy shit.”

  Bev grinned and accepted the peck on the cheek Roy gave her.

  “Congrats, Roy. Bev.” Dex smiled at them, inwardly cringing when Maya crushed his hand. “Maya?”

  At first she forced a smile and nodded. But as he watched her, he saw her soften as she studied the pair. “You really asked her to marry you?”