Hi, guys! Today my guest is Mardi Maxwell. She's sharing an excerpt from her newest book.
Welcome, Mardi! :)
Welcome, Mardi! :)
Nate's Naughty Nymph (The Doms of Club Mystique 5)
Nate McLeod does everything in his power to keep his sons alive even if it means letting them believe he's dead. While they're safe with his cousin, Jake Ramsey, he goes after the man who tried to kill him and harm them. Focused on his mission he doesn’t have time for relationships until DEA agent Nymph Lachlan walks back into his life.
Free-spirited Nymph believes in going after what she wants and that means Nate. When she tells him she's not interested in marriage then offers him a D/s relationship it's a proposal he can't refuse. She’ll submit in the bedroom but be his equal partner in their pursuit of Mendez' drug cartel.
When their mission leads them to Rendezvous, Texas, Nate is forced to reveal his identity to his sons. Now he and Nymph have two battles on their hands—stop Mendez and get the Ramsey brothers to let him be a part of their lives.
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The next morning, Nate glared at the curtain that divided the room he’d been moved to the previous evening. Deep snores rattled the glass in his window, and if could’ve he’d have thrown something at the snoring son of a bitch who’d kept him awake all night. He was contemplating pushing the call button for the nurse when the door swung open and the most luscious woman he’d ever seen strolled in. She was tall, maybe five feet nine inches with legs that went on forever and breasts that had his hands tingling with the need to touch them. The shorts she wore showed off muscled, slightly tanned thighs and hugged a full heart-shaped ass. Her V-necked T-shirt left a tantalizing bit of cleavage on display. She had curly blonde hair like Marilyn Monroe’s and soft brown eyes surrounded by long lashes. She stared back at him for a moment then a beautiful smile curved her lips and lit up her eyes before she peeked behind the curtain then looked at him again.
He expected her to leave or wake up the snorer. Instead she grabbed a chair, pulled it over to his bed and flopped down into it. She watched him as if she expected him to recognize her. When he didn’t say anything, she smiled.
“Hi, I’m Ny—Isabella.”
He caught her hesitation over her name but ignored it. She watched him as if she expected him to recognize her. When he didn’t say anything, a delicate brow curved upward and he reluctantly introduce himself. “Nate.”
“Nice to meet you, Nate.” She smiled and crossed her bare tanned legs. “You don’t remember me, do you?”
“Would you like to know where we met?”
“In a bar in Colombia. I was with my partner, Tony Hernandez. I had black hair back then and a great tan. You and your men led us into the jungle to a”—she hesitated—“a farm that grew a rather interesting crop.”
“How long ago was that?”
“A little over two years.”
Nate nodded as flashes of images filled his mind. “You went by Rambo back then.”
“It was a joke between Tony and me.”
Nate surprised himself by asking, “Were you and Hernandez lovers?”
She laughed, a husky sound that tightened the muscles of his stomach and sent a rush of blood to his cock.
“No. He’s married and has like half a dozen kids. Cute ones.”
Nate felt relieved, although he didn’t know why. Something about her stirred him up.
She pointed to the dividing curtain. “Have you met my uncle?”
“Only through his snores.”
She laughed. “His bed is broken and won’t sit up, so he snores all night. They’re changing it today.”
Nate couldn’t look away from her. She was curvier than hell. Just the way he liked his women. When she smiled a dimple appeared on her right cheek, and his heart thumped in his chest. He would’ve thought he was having a heart attack if it wasn’t for the tent appearing in the sheet covering his lap. Damned if he didn’t feel his cheeks heat with embarrassment when she glanced at the sheet, then grinned.
“You a married man, Nate?”
“No and no.”
A second later she stood up, leaned over him, and brushed her lips over his before she sat back down. Nate was so stunned he didn’t even think to avoid her. He glanced at the IV in his arm and wondered what the hell they were giving him before he caught her staring at his lap again.
She nodded toward his cock. “I’ve had that effect on a lot of guys but you’re the first one I’ve ever wanted to maybe belong to. Mind if I see what you’ve got under there?”
When she reached for blanket’s edge, Nate forced his right arm to move and cover his lap. “Are you always this bold?”
“No, but the moment I saw you in Colombia I knew I wanted you. I hit on you back then but you turned me down. You were all business and you carried a big gun. It really turned me on. I love a man with a”—she glanced at his lap again—“big gun.”
“I was married.”
“I’m sorry, Nate.”
When she started to pick up the tote she’d carried in with her, he began to panic at the thought of her leaving. “Nine months ago my car was run off the road. I hit a tree. It exploded. I was thrown clear. She died.”
“You blame yourself?”
He shook his head. “It was her lover who ran us off the road.”
She nodded. “Any kids?”
Nate ignored the question. “How about you? Married? Kids?”
“Nope. Single as the day I was born and too wild to have kids.” She smiled. “My job takes up most of my time.”
“Marines first, then the DEA.” She smiled. “I still want you. Are you going to let me have you this time?”
“I usually do the chasing, pet.”
A huge grin curved her lips. “I’ve always wanted to try being a Domme. I think you know what that is, right?”
“I’d really like to tie you up and play with you.”
“I’d like to see you try.”
“I’ll take that as a yes then. Thank you.”
“Never going to happen, ever.”
The snoring stopped and Nate breathed a silent sigh of relief. A lot of women had chased him because of his looks, but that had been before the explosion. Now he had laceration scars on his right cheek and neck and burn scars down his right side to his upper thigh. A small shudder swept through him as he realized how close he’d come to losing his dick. He bunched the sheet over his now-soft cock then stared at his uninvited guest. “Sounds like your uncle might be waking up.”
Nate wet his thumb in her juices then slid it down to her ass and pushed into her. “Are you embarrassed right now?”
“What do you want?”
“I want you to fuck me. I want to come.”
Nate rose. He kissed her, then while his lips were still against hers he said, “I want you to play with your clit with your right hand, but when I tell you to stop I want you to obey me. Do you understand?”
He held still until he felt her fingers brush his wrist. He slid his thumb the rest of the way into her ass as he slid two fingers into her pussy. She drew in a breath and held it as she brushed her fingers over her clit, softly at first, then harder, faster.
“Oh, Nate, please, please.”
“Not yet, baby. Stroke that sweet little clit.”
Nymph moaned but he felt her fingers continue to move. Her breathing hitched, then she began to chant his name as the muscles in her legs tensed and her belly quivered.
He finger fucked her until he felt her vaginal walls tighten, then begin to flutter. “Stop, now, Nymph.”
He continued to move his fingers as he waited to see what she would do. After a second, she moved her hand and dropped it onto her lower belly. Her cunt tightened around his fingers, and she shivered then moaned. Her breasts rose and fell with each breath she took. He stroked her a couple times then pushed his middle finger into her and used his index finger to stroke her clit. “Come now.”
“Oh, yes, oh, Nate,” she gasped, then drew in a deep breath.
Nate slammed his mouth over hers as she exploded and screamed her pleasure into his mouth. She trembled then collapsed onto the bed but he wasn’t done with her yet. He pinched her clit and gave it a little tug. “Come for me, again.”
A long-drawn-out moan hummed from her lips as he slid his fingers into her and felt her clamp down on them. He stroked her gently then stopped when he heard her sigh.
After several moments she stirred and her eyes opened. “I’ve been good for months and kept my hands to myself and I haven’t topped from the bottom for two weeks.”
“You think you deserve a reward?” Nate chucked because he knew what was coming next—him.
“I’ve waited so long to touch you. To taste you. Please let me, Sir.”
Nate raised his head and kissed her. “I’m all yours, pet.” He rolled onto his back, crossed his hands beneath his head, and relaxed. A second later, he felt her fingers slip beneath the elastic band of his boxers, then down. She brushed the head of his cock, then gently grasped it and pumped her hand up and down. Her lips roamed over his neck to his ear then her tongue flicked over his earlobe before she nipped it.
“I’ve dreamt about doing this,” she said, her voice soft. “Night after night. I knew you would be big”—she squeezed him—“but not this big.”
Nymph licked his neck again, then leaned up and pressed her lips against his. She explored his mouth then stroked his tongue with hers and began stroking his dick from the base to the head. She stroked down then slid her hand over his balls and rolled them. A moment later she slid beneath the blanket and worked her way down the center of his chest to his belly, then to his cock. Her lips surrounded the head and sucked. He groaned and threaded his fingers in her hair. “God, baby, that feels so good.”
Nate was in heaven.
BIO: Mardi Maxwell writes contemporary erotic romance but this spring she's venturing out into the stars with a sci-fi romance, Valan's Bondmate. Her heroes are tough and sexy. Her heroines smart and sassy. She spends her time writing, plotting her next book, reading zombie novels, gardening and baking.