Hide and Seek

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If he can find her, he can have her...all of her.

Maxim Cross has everything a man could want—money, fast cars, and women at his disposal. What more could he ask for?

 Then he sees the one woman that got away splashed all over the cover of a tabloid, in the throes of a passionate threesome, and he decides Elisa must be his...in every way.

There's only one problem. Elisa is hiding...and she's traded up men for sex toys.

As the daughter of a famous soap actor, Elisa’s always been under the scrutiny of the public eye and she's always hated it. Embarrassed and ruined, she secludes herself in an isolated cabin in Aspen. She's determined never to show her face or trust a man again. Then Maxim shows up, just as determined to seduce her.
 

If Maxim wants her, he's going to have to play her way.

There's never been a more titillating game of Hide and Seek!

 

 

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Excerpt

 

“Then you are here for sex.”

“Yes,” he spat out without thinking.  “No.  I mean…crap.  What am I saying?  I thought maybe…maybe you could give me a second chance on that date I blew.”

He’d be lucky if she didn’t boot him back into the snow.

For a second, she looked pissed again.  “Why?”

“Just to see.  You know…”  He stopped pacing and knelt down next to her.  Taking her chin in his hand, he looked her in the eye.  “I don’t care about the sex, okay Elisa?”

“No.”

“No?”

* * * * *

No?  What was she saying?

Elisa hesitated, not sure how to answer, not even positive what she’d meant.  When Maxim had kissed her hand, he’d done her in.  He hadn’t been here an hour, but all of the old feelings she'd had for him had come rushing back.  The desire.  The interest.  The way she tingled when they touched.

The way she wanted to smack some damn sense into him.

What now?  Did she take her “no” back?  Pretend she’d made a mistake?

Or stick with her initial, gut reaction?

What did she want from Maxim?

She’d promised herself she’d be strong, bitchy even, and strong, bitchy women didn’t run.  They faced their weaknesses.  Smashed them down.

Even when their weaknesses were currently wearing a robe half his size and they didn’t know how to cross their legs.

God, he had a big dick.

Maxim’s fingers moved along her jaw, making her shiver with white hot need.  “No, Elisa?”

Oh yeah, her flame had been relit.  Fire sparked between them, combustible.  After seeing that cock, her dildo seemed like a joke.

Elisa nodded slowly.  “No.”

"What do you mean, no?  You want to have sex with me?”

Yeah, she wanted him.  And why shouldn’t she have him?

Wasn’t it weaker to avoid men, to avoid her feelings, to run and hide away?  Screw those sex toys.  She needed to learn to control her feelings, to control men.  Most importantly, to control them without letting them control her.

What better victim to practice on?

She pulled his hand away, moving onto her knees.  Her chest brushed against his and sensations shot through her nipples.  A hot breath released from her and she squeezed her eyes shut.

Her interest in him was too piqued to turn back now.  She wanted, needed, to know what Maxim had to offer.  What she’d missed out on all those years ago.

"I meant no, no sex between us, but I do want you to touch me, pleasure me, just me.”  She felt as if someone else was speaking the words, feeling incapable of following through with them, but knowing it was do or die; play or be played.  "Make me climax.  Any way I ask for it.”

“Pleasure you?”  His face lit up as he reached around her and seized her ass, squeezing as he pulled her tight against him.  “Happily.”

A nervous shudder shook her.  She was so in over her head, but she refused to sink.  Not this time.  Not with this man.  Not again.

Nope, this time she wasn't the fool. 

He was.

She grabbed his hands and yanked them from her ass.  Rising to her feet, she stood and looked down at him.  “But if you really, truly want to prove yourself to me, then you give me orgasms without having any yourself.  You cannot fuck me.  You cannot attempt to relieve yourself.  You obey my rules, or —"

“What?”  The look on his face said it all.  “Rules?  Are you kidding?”

“Absolutely not.  Men are pigs.  Selfish, greedy, betraying swine, and I'm through with them.  Think you can convince me otherwise?”

“I know I can.”  He stood, nodding.  “If that’s what you truly want, I will.”

“You'll be my guinea pig, Maxim,” she said coldly.  “If I'm going to resist being taken advantage of, I need to learn use 'em and lose 'em myself."

He moved closer, too close.  Their bodies pressed together.  "So you're going to use me?"

"Like a gigolo."

"I won't argue with that.  Use away," he flipped off, sounding satisfied.

Somehow, she didn't believe him. 

Suddenly Maxim seized her by the shoulders, his hands still cold, even through the warmth of her flannel nightgown.  He pressed against her, forcing her to feel the effects of his long wait outside; the hard-on he had for her.  He drove her backwards, up against the wall.  "Let’s go."

"The rules," she protested.  "You agreed to—"

"I recall an agreement to give you a climax and not to take pleasure of my own."  Moving his hands from her shoulders to her spine, he tangled his fingers in her long waves, wrapping her hair around wrists and binding her to him.  "I don't recall you saying anything about kissing or touching.  Ergo, I touch."  He brushed his lips against her cheek.  "And I kiss..." 

His lips feathered along her jawbone, and she lifted her chin, fighting the racing need running through her.  "I—" Despite herself, Elisa thawed into his fierce embrace, wanting him more than she had a right to.  Cupping her face, he drew her lips to his, and his mouth crushed hers, sweeping her into a kiss so ferocious, so carnal, she was knocked senseless.

"You said nothing about sucking either," he said, his mouth capturing her tongue, his lips smashing hers, bruising and hard.  She reciprocated his attack, kissing him more wildly than she’d ever kissed any man. 

"Or fondling."  Releasing her hair, his hands grabbed her ass, squeezing.  "I'm afraid your rules weren't very clear at all, and you know me, Elisa, I'm not one to behave."

He’s commanding your body, your desires, Elisa.  No, no, no!  Get it together!

But it felt so damned good!

No!

Elisa tore free, trying to shove his heavy body off her.  "Rule number one.  You don't touch me unless you're told to."  She gave him another shove. 

A dark look flashed in his gaze and he stepped back, giving her a few inches of space.  “Sorry, darling.”  Shaking his head at himself, he flashed a lopsided smile, making her heart kick in her chest.  “Not quite my intent.”  He winked.  “I want you so hot, you’re combustible.”

"I'm not kidding, Maxim.  If you—"

"Okay, okay, I get it."  His cock stood long, hard, proud under the strained fabric.  "So tell me to touch you."

Elisa swallowed.  "Rule number two, you can only touch me the way I command."

"Come on now, that's no fun."  He sandwiched her against the wall and pressed his erection to her cunt.  Cradling the back of her head, he pulled her forward, kissing her again.  His lips, his tongue were everywhere on her face, her mouth...devouring her.  "Don't you like the way I touch you?"

A jolt of arousal shot straight to her loins, heating the area.  Hell yes, she liked it!  Too damn much!  All Elisa could feel was his cock lying against her pussy, long, hard, threatening.  Her will was close to shattering, breaking to bits like a busted piece of fine porcelain.

No!  It wasn’t supposed to happen like this.  Why was she letting Maxim have his way with her?  Why was she permitting herself to be seduced?

Where was her damned control?  Was she so weak?

No!

She was powerful, strong, dominate, and she'd prove to him as much.  She'd prove it to herself!

Wrenching away, she pushed him, harder than she meant to.  Maxim fell backward, stumbling to the rough-hewn oak floor with an ass-breaking thump.

“What the hell?”  Clutching his rear in pain, he looked at her like she was a nut job.

And she was.  God, why had she done that?

“I’m sorry, I—”

“Really?”  He raised a brow, quickly standing, and becoming formidable once again.  “You’re going to have to make that up to me, I think.”

Her eyes drifted to his cock and her insides quivered.

Stepping closer, he reached for her breasts.

“NO!”  She put her hand up, halting his advance.  “It isn’t happening this way.”

He smirked.  “Then what way is it happening?  I’ll try any position with you, baby.”

“We have an agreement, Maxim,” she reminded him firmly.  “I don't know what your deal is, but keep it or get out.”

Chuckling, he snatched a piece of her long hair and wound it around his pinky finger.  “Shall I kiss your feet, my queen?”

“Don’t mock me.”  Lifting her chin, she pulled her hair from his grasp.  She studied his every feature, now weathered and matured from the boy she knew in college.  Maybe he was different; maybe he wasn’t.  The old Maxim could never have withstood what she was about to ask of him; she doubted he could now.  But if he did, she might believe he’d changed.  Might.  “Rule number three, don't challenge me, or otherwise try to usurp my position.  You want something, anything, you ask.  Politely.  Your next attack, sensual or otherwise, you're done."  She paused a moment.  "Now, if you think you can play by those rules, come please me.”

She waited with baited breath for his answer…one he thought twice about this time around.  Studying her, he hardened his jaw, and the look in his eyes turned dark.  "Jesus.  He really hurt you, didn't he?"

 

 

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