Nikki Sloane’s sizzling Nashville Neighborhood series continues this week—featuring a kinky stock broker, his secret relationship with the boss’s daughter, and scenes so scorching they might just make the rest of the neighbourhood blush—and I have a little sneak peek for you.
Excerpt
I’d nearly finished when Noah’s voice rang out from down the hall. “Charlotte?”
An evil smile burst on my lips. “In here.”
As he made his approach, I glanced in the mirror, giving myself a quick check to make sure everything looked right. He appeared in the doorway but took only a single step into the room before halting.
His eyes went wide, and he stood awkwardly, like he was trying very hard to hold perfectly still. “What . . . are you wearing?”
I set a hand on my hip by the white apron sash, posing for him so he could take it all in.
His gaze started at my black high heels and worked its way up over the thigh high stockings and the skirt that was so short, it barely covered my ass. The fluffy white petticoat underneath the black skirt wasn’t comfortable, but that was to be expected.
I bought the cheapest, sluttiest French maid Halloween costume I could find online.
The top of the dress was cut low and decorated with white frills, and I’d pulled my hair up into bun, so a few loose tendrils fell around my face. It called his focus to the thick band of black fabric wrapped around my throat. I’d had to buy the choker necklace and the feather duster I held separately, but it had been worth it.
The accessories made the outfit.
“I was inspired by your idea,” I said, “of buying a dress to clean in. What do you think?” I shifted my weight to the other foot, swaying my hips and making the skirt ruffle. “Do you like it?”
My question was entirely rhetorical because the expression on his face told me exactly how much he liked it. Heat filled his eyes, and he stared at me like I was the most tempting thing he’d ever seen.
Yet he lingered in the doorway, unsure what to do. His fists balled at his side, and his face changed until he looked almost angry. Like I’d turned him on when he hadn’t wanted me to.
I’d prepared for this, though.
Because I’d spent enough time with him to know he wasn’t great when he’d been caught off-guard. He just needed another minute to process, and then we’d be fine.
Then we could get down to business.
When I bought the costume two days ago, I’d decided that since I was his maid, I might as well lean into it.
His gaze was glued to me as I sauntered over to his bed, set the feather duster on his nightstand, and gestured to the messy bedding. “While you’re in here, I thought I’d ask. Do you want me to wash these sheets?” I leaned over suggestively, smoothing a hand across them, knowing my ass cheeks were peeking out beneath my skirt. “Are they,” I glanced over my shoulder and emphasized the word in a smoky voice, “dirty?”
My sultry question spurred him into action, and he took a few steps deeper into the room. If this was a game, he was now ready to play.
I straightened and turned to face him, setting a hand on the top of my thigh so my fingers could play with the lace band of my stocking. “I bet they are.” My voice clouded with more smoke. “I bet you’ve done things on these sheets that were fucking filthy.”
The gleam in Noah’s eyes was so hot, my legs threatened to go boneless. He took another step toward me, halving the distance between us.
“I have,” he said. “Does that turn you on?”
This question was also rhetorical. I had no doubt he knew it did.
His gaze wandered seductively over me, packaged in the costume that was barely more than lingerie. “Did you wear this for me?”
I sank my teeth into my bottom lip and shook my head slowly, feigning innocence. “I wore it for the video I was making.”
He didn’t believe a word of it. “Uh huh.”
“Really,” I lied. “How was I supposed to know you were going to come home early?”
“I’m not early,” he said. “If anything, I’m late.”
“Oh, are you? I must have lost track of time.”
Again, this was a lie. I’d spent a lot longer deep cleaning his kitchen than normal, hoping to have him catch me once I’d moved on to cleaning his bedroom. The plan had worked perfectly, down to the way his hand gripped my ass and urged me up into his kiss.
It was hot and dirty.
His tongue pushed past my lips and slicked against mine, basically fucking my mouth. It was urgent, and aggressive, and exactly how I wanted it.
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