Chapter One Lily moaned deeply as the fiery kiss seemed to go on endlessly. It always felt like heaven when he kissed her. And his touch…sweet lord. His large, sure hands scanned her quivering frame and set her on fire. He broke the kiss with a final nibble on her bottom lip and Lily shuddered, watching his head descend to suckle each nipple. She absolutely loved the way he handled her breasts, with a blend of rough and gentle. He scooped them in his palms and fondled them passionately, lavishing the tips with just as much ardent attention. Aroused beyond belief, Lily couldn’t lie still, writhing with ecstasy. When he pulled away from her, she whimpered loudly in protest. But he was sliding down her trembling naked frame to rest his face between her spread thighs. Oh. She stared down at him as his tongue snaked out for one first, carnal lick. The sensation of his tongue connecting with that delicate bundle of tissues made Lily see stars for a second. “Maxwell!” Lily cried out, blinking away the mist of bliss clouding her senses as she shot off the bed, coming awake suddenly. Lily was breathing hard and fast, staring around at the empty bedroom. The covers had pooled at her waist and she glanced down at her sweat-soaked night shirt. Shoving her hands through her damp auburn hair, she let out a frustrated groan. Her whole body tingled from yet another night dreaming of a lust-induced encounter with a man she didn’t even know. She’d barely ever spoken ten words to him even though she saw him regularly. And yet each night he colored her dreams. Each night, when she lay in the dimness it was his face she pictured as she imagined being ravished by her demanding lover. What an idiot she was. And yet she couldn’t help a slight tremor passing through her as she let herself for a second think what it would be like to have a man like him. There was no doubt he was the sexiest man she’d ever met. He looked like sin personified: handsome, dark and devilish. The kind of man whose one glance could send the moistness spilling from secret places. Even with all her common sense Lily couldn’t help but be physically attracted to a man known to have no morals when it came to the opposite sex. Oh, she knew all about his reputation thanks to the tabloids that followed his every escapade with almost religious interest. Lily wanted to hate herself for even being drawn to a man like that. She needed her head examined. But then what was the harm in a little fantasy? Not like her real life was anything to write home about. No gorgeous lover making her nights sizzle and no excitement to lift the dullness of the lonely hours when she wasn’t working or with friends. Lily had zero respect for women who felt they needed the presence of a man in their life to validate their worth as a female. She wasn’t like that at all but dammit she was human; she had needs. And though to the outside world she might put up a façade that nothing was missing in her perfect little world, Lily Armstrong knew the whole truth. There was a whole chunk of something lacking in her life and she didn’t know for sure what that was. She sighed deeply and put those depressing thoughts behind her. Checking the bedside clock she could tell she still had several more hours of sleep before she needed to get ready for work. Hopefully this time her dreams wouldn’t be filled with having filthy, sweaty sex with the hottest male on the planet… *** Warm, soft lips…wrapped around his throbbing shaft. Another pair of eager, sweet lips, pressed against his in a steamy, shameless kiss. Their three bodies sensuously entwined on the luxuriant sheets. Moans and groans filled the expansive room and turned it into a universe of wicked delight. Maxwell grabbed a fistful of the blonde locks of the woman who kissed him enthusiastically and tugged her head back so he could trail his mouth down to her proudly tilted breast. The brunette sucking so ravenously on his