Tame Me (Stilettos and Secrets Book 4)

Chapter 1

I should be at the reception desk doing my job. What I was doing instead was wrong. . . yet I couldn’t stop myself. I stripped off, leaving a trail of clothes in my wake as I strode to the bathroom naked. I applied my Memphis makeup, paying extra attention to my eyes because Magic Maxx, the freaking sexy yoga master I’d met downstairs, had looked right into them. I chose my blue contact lenses and my short blonde wig, and with those final touches in place, I examined my appearance.

With my Retro Red Bobbi Brown lippy jazzing up my look, my transformation was complete. Jane was long gone—the woman in the mirror was hot, beautiful, and so ready for a fun, raunchy romp.

Lack of time required me to make snappy decisions. So, using my lippy for inspiration, I quickly decided on my red Marilyn Monroe dress with the halter-neck strap, tucked-in waist, and flared skirt. I didn’t waste time on a bra and chose a pair of black French knickers.

My shoe choice for tonight was a pair of Saint Laurent black and gold stilettos with gold pencil-thin heels, and I matched them with my Chanel black clutch with a gold clip.

I checked my reflection, and happy with the result, I tossed my necessities into my clutch and strode out the door.

Every second in the elevator was a second too long. The ticking clock in my head didn’t sway me, though—I had a much more important mission on my mind. But I couldn’t help myself, and every step I made toward the stunning yoga master’s room seemed so right.

As I strode along the fifth-floor corridor, my boobs jiggled in time to my steps. It gave me a glorious sense of freedom, and I smiled. At Maxx’s door, I didn’t feel the sense of trepidation that usually gripped me at this point in my ritual. Instead, I was filled with giddy anticipation.

I knocked, pulled my shoulders back, curled my wig around my left ear, and reminded myself to disguise my voice.

The door opened a few heartbeats later, and the man who greeted me made my legs quiver. Magic Maxx had increased in sex appeal tenfold in the twenty minutes since I’d seen him downstairs. He wore just a tiny pair of skin-tight blue shorts that left very little to my imagination.

“Hi,” I said. “Can you help me?” I ensured my voice was elevated sufficiently to disguise me.

He blinked. “Are you okay?”

“Oh yes, I’m fine. May I come in?”

“Of course.” He stepped aside, and I inhaled his manly scent as I glided past him.

I tossed my clutch onto the table and turned to him. “I saw you talking to that lady downstairs. And after you left, once I saw the look on her face, I knew I just had to see more of you.”

“Oh, and she told you what room I was in?”

“Ummm, no. I’m a bit naughty.” I scrunched up my nose, trying to give him my cute-and-innocent look. “I overheard her say your room number.”

“Hmmm.” He skated across the floor toward me and reached for my hand. “So, you want a piece of magic, too.”

“Uh-huh.” Keeping the disguise in my voice was proving very difficult.

He pressed my hand to his chest and rested his palm over mine.

Our eyes locked, and it seemed as if a seismic shift moved the earth, and I truly did feel the magic. We stood rooted together for some time, and I lowered my eyes to take in the muscular miracle before me. A light sheen covered his smooth flesh, highlighting every contour.

Maybe I’d interrupted his exercise routine or something else just as rigorous. Despite the ticking clock in my head, I wanted to see what this man could do.

I cleared my throat. “Would you mind showing me some of your yoga moves?”

“Hmmm.” His eyes twinkled, and I loved the sense of mischief that danced over them. “How about we do this together?”

“Oh.” I flicked my palm. “I can’t do yoga.”

“Everybody can do yoga. Will you try?”

“Okay.” No hesitation was required.

“Good. First, I’ll show you a move, and then we’ll do it together.”

“Sounds magic.”

He laughed a beautiful melody. “Seems like I’m at a bit of a loss. You know my name, yet I don’t know yours.”

“I’m Memphis.”

He reached for my hand and kissed the back of my palm. “Pleased to meet you, Memphis.”

“Likewise, Magic Maxx.” The intensity in his eyes captured me, and I had a crazy desire to run away with him. We could live in harmony and spend every day getting to know every inch of each other’s bodies . . . and minds.

He strode away, and I gasped at the magnificent tattoo that graced the planes of his back. An elaborate winged eagle, ready to take flight, moved along his glossy flesh with each step he made.

Maxx placed his feet together, then turned to glance at me over his shoulder, and with a cheeky grin, he bent over. With my eyes glued to every exquisite muscle, he gave me a truly stunning display of strength as he put his elbows on the floor and gradually raised his feet above his head. The show was spectacular.

Upside-down now, he remained rock-solid. Not a single muscle twitched as he held himself in position.

“Okay.” He flashed a spectacular smile. “Your turn.”

There was no way I was getting onto my head. I had another idea, though. Stepping closer to him, I undid the knot behind my neck and let the fabric fall. In a flash, I was topless, and Maxx’s rock-solid pose began to quiver.

He cleared his throat and brought his feet to the floor.

“How did I do?” I suppressed the smile twitching on my lips.

He cleared his throat again and blinked at my boobs. “You, ummm . . . did marvelously.”

“Good. What’s next?”

His smile lit up his face as he wriggled his eyebrows. Then, standing on one foot, he raised his other foot and placed it against his marvelously toned inner thigh. With his spare hand, he stretched out, pointing at me. “Your turn.” The twinkle in his eyes was undeniable.

I slipped out of my stilettos and padded across the carpet so one of my breasts was an inch from his outstretched hand. He wriggled his fingers, trying to reach the tantalizing offer, but couldn’t.

He burst out laughing and dropped his foot to stand up. “You’re a tease.”

I lowered my eyes to the bulge in his tight Lycra shorts. “Are you complaining?”

“Does it look like I’m complaining?” He made a point of lowering his eyes to his groin as if I’d missed it.

“It looks to me like I’m the one creating magic.”

His laugh was genuine and hearty, and I laughed along with him. “You, Memphis, are a fascinating woman.”

“Why thank you, Magic Maxx.” I did a little curtsy. “Now for your next move?” I cocked an eyebrow at him.

Maxx placed his hands on the floor again and raised his feet in the air, but this time, he curled his back so his feet hung over his head, and the bulge in his shorts faced the ceiling. I stepped forward, placed his feet on my shoulders, and, hardly able to believe my magnificent view, I glided my hands down his inner thighs.

He remained in position, and each time I traveled my fingers along his legs, I teased closer to his groin. Right before my eyes, his cock grew, pushing against the bright blue fabric that restrained it.

I truly was a magician.

It was an eternity before Maxx rolled down onto his feet again. His face was red, his smile was broad, and the bulge in his pants was huge. “Okay, your turn.”

I undid the zipper, holding my dress in place. The fabric blossomed around my feet, and I stepped out and flung it toward the nearest dining chair.

Maxx’s breathing was audible, and with each rise and fall of his chest, his pecs bulged and contracted. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on this fine specimen.

“Your turn.” I flashed a cheeky grin.

He ran his hand over his groin as if attempting to tame an unruly beast. Then with a clenched jaw, he hooked his fingers into the elastic of his underwear and whipped the jocks down to his ankles.

I nodded with exaggerated emphasis. “Nice move.” His cock was impressive, rod straight, and the swollen pink crown burst from the top as if greeting me. He was hairless, revealing his scrotum dangling below his magnificent cock.

“Your turn.” His voice was slightly higher pitched than it had been just seconds earlier.

I slipped my French knickers down and tossed them toward my dress.

His jaw dropped, and he frowned.

It wasn’t the reaction I’d expected, and I frowned right back at him. “What?”

“Oh, ummm, you have hair.”

I put my hands over my sex. “Is that bad?”

“No, no. It’s not bad, it’s just, I’ve never been with a woman with. . . like you. I like it. It’s womanly.” His comments were loaded with awe. So much so that I lowered my hands, proud to show off my womanly features.

“This is how we do it on the Gold Coast,” I lied. I had no idea what other women did on the Gold Coast. Except for Lolly that is. . . she had no hair below her eyebrows.

“It’s incredible. Like you’re concealing a delicious secret.”

I tugged my lip into my mouth. I liked that description.

I’d shaved myself once, then decided never again. Not only was it itchy and unfeminine, but it took me back to when I was a twelve-year-old girl. I liked being the woman I was meant to be.

As we stood ogling each other, a lightning bolt shot through me.

I shouldn’t be here. I should be at reception!

I could stare at this fine masterpiece all night, but I needed to move this wonderful show along.

But . . . maybe just one more yoga pose. “Can you do one more position for me?”

He wriggled his eyebrows. Then he eased backward and sat on the edge of the bed. He pushed himself back, so his hands were between his thighs, then with the muscles in his arms bulging, he pointed his legs straight forward and raised his legs off the bedcovers.

His legs were wide, which allowed his cock to point right at me, and his balls dangled below his legs, touching the mattress and just begging me to play with them.

I stepped forward, placed my knee on the bed, and whispered in his ear, “Don’t move.”

I reached beneath him, and as I took the full weight of his balls into my hand, he sucked the air in through his teeth and closed his eyes. Even the most muscular men were delicate creatures. As I gently rolled his testicles in my hand, I glided my tongue up his neck and sucked his earlobe into my mouth.

A slight tremor shuddered over him, and the second I let go of his balls, he dropped to the bed.

“Come here, you.” He grabbed me, and before I knew it, he laid back and pulled me on top of him, so I straddled his torso with my legs on either side of his body.

“You make it impossible to concentrate.” Grinning, he reached up and cupped my breasts, taking one in each hand.

“I thought you were a master.”

“I am.” He grinned. “Just not when there’s a gorgeous, naked woman in my room with her hands all over me.

“Hmmm.” His cock was a hard rod prodding my butt cheek, and the irresistible urge to push that glorious muscle inside me dominated my thoughts. I squirmed on his belly, rubbing my pussy over his defined torso.

Maxx reached down and thumbed my clit. The sensation shot delicious pulses through me and triggered an urgency that I should’ve had since the second I stepped into his room.

I held up my finger. “Don’t move.” Gliding down his body, I slid my tongue up his mighty erection. Maxx clutched the sheets, tearing them from the bed. With my lips wrapped around the head of his cock, I watched for his reaction as I slowly sucked him into my mouth.

And what a reaction it was. He pushed up onto his elbows, and with his incredible eyes drilling into mine, his cock swelled in my mouth.

My insides did delicious shudders as I rolled my lips up and down his cock, all the while, his eyes were on me, watching every move I made. He licked his lips and his eyes rolled. Knowing I had him on the edge, I drew my lips to the head of his crown and curled my tongue around his swollen head as I released.

I pushed up to my feet and raced to my bag to grab a condom. “Here, quick, put this on.”

He tore the foil packet open with his teeth, spat the top aside, removed the rubber, and rolled it onto his erection. Then he grabbed me again, positioning me so I straddled him and could glide that monster into me whenever I was ready.

And I was oh so ready.

I reached down between my legs and wrapped my hand around his cock. Then, using his rock-hard rod for my own pleasure, I glided it up and down my pussy.

It was hot. It was hard. And it felt so damn good pressed up against my clit. Over and over, I rubbed along my velvet folds, gradually getting faster and faster.

My insides begged to be plunged into, and the second my orgasm tore through me, I dropped onto his cock, ramming that beast right inside me.

Using my knees, I pressed my hands on his nipples for support and I rode up and down, drawing out all of that incredible orgasm.

Maxx placed his hands on my hips, arousing me from my orgasmic stupor. “Lie back.”

“Huh? What?” I was still in a haze.

“Lean back.” He held his hand out.

“Oh, okay.” I was always up for learning something new. With his rock-hard cock still wedged tightly inside me, I obeyed, and holding onto his hands for support, I laid back and nestled my head between his knees.

“Now grab my ankles or feet.”

“Oh, like this?” I reached up and wrapped my fingers around his ankles.

He leaned forward, pushing his cock farther into me, and oh my god, did that hit the spot. As I clutched onto his ankles, he raised my lower back slightly off the bed, and the penetration intensified. I cried out as the head of his cock touched that thing inside me that loved and hated it at the same time.

Maxx slowly moved out of me, then with an interesting twisting motion, he entered me again, pushing all the way until he could go no more. I rolled my head back, closed my eyes, and let my body take over.

He did the move again, slowly, slowly. Each time, I savored every inch of him inside me. The intense precision was incredible, and I felt every exquisite aspect of his cock as he glided in and out. With one of his hands digging into the flesh at my hips, he used the other to thumb my clit. While he mesmerized me with that fabulous attention, he increased his pace but kept the momentum the same with both penetration and withdrawal.

As I dug my fingers into his ankles and held my body in place, he thrust into me over and over and over. He grew faster, thumping against my insides again and again.

I gasped as one pounding thrust took him to the absolute limit. Magic Maxx cried out, and as he squeezed my hips, he pounded me until he finally slowed and went limp inside me.

He glided his fingers gently over my nipples, and when I looked up, he offered his hand to pull me onto his lap again.

“Wow.” I placed my hands on his pecs.

He nodded. “I agree. This was a wonderful surprise.”

I smiled at the genuine inflection in his voice. “It’s magic.”

“You’re magic.”

Sighing with contentment, I pushed off him and walked to my collection of clothes. As I started to redress, Maxx went to the bathroom, and I was treated to another moving display of that eagle on his back.

He reappeared moments later with the robe on and tied the belt around his waist as he walked toward me. “So . . .” He reached for my hand and trailed his finger along my flesh. “Do you do this often, Jane?”

I gasped and jumped back, covering my mouth. Oh, crap!

“Hands never lie.”

Shit. Shit. Shit.“Shit.” I tugged my dress on.

“Don’t panic. Your secret is safe with me.”

“I gotta go. This was a mistake.” I tied the knot of my halter straps at the back of my neck.

“Not for me, it wasn’t. It was incredible.”

I couldn’t breathe, let alone talk. After tugging my shoes on, I yanked my bag off the table and made a dash for the door.

“Jane, please don’t worry. Tomorrow, I fly home to Sweden, and you shall never see me again. Other than in your dreams I hope.”

I tried to smile at him, but it was probably more like a terrified grimace. Yanking the door open, I made a dash along the corridor. My heart was in my throat as I waited for the stupid elevator, and by the time the damn thing arrived, I was close to passing out.

As I rode the elevator to my floor, I yanked off my wig and tugged the pins from my hair. It was an eternity before I finally made it to my apartment. I glanced at the clock.

Oh faaark!

It was one-fifteen.

I’d been gone from reception for an hour and a half!

I dashed to the bathroom, and as I scrubbed off my makeup, I tried to ignore the fear in my eyes.

In record time, I showered and redressed into the clothes I’d had on earlier. Then, after brushing my teeth and swallowing two large glasses of water, I grabbed my diary, shoved it into my bag, and made the trip down to the lobby.

With each excruciating second, my heart thumped louder in my ears.

The doors pinged open, and with one last deep breath, I stepped out of the elevator. Everything was quiet. The lobby was empty, the bar was closed, and other than my pounding heart, everything was normal.

Able to breathe again, I crawled to the reception desk, flopped onto my chair, and plonked my head down onto my hands. It was an eternity before I grabbed my diary from my bag, pulled a pen from the top drawer, and turned to the 7th of October.

The elevators pinged, and I watched in horror as Magic Maxx strolled toward me with his arms open and a pleading look on his face. “Jane, I couldn’t leave you like that.”

I was dumbstruck, my heart set to explode as he came around the counter and reached for my hands. He pressed my palms to his chest and covered his hands over mine. “What happened upstairs was true magic.”

I gulped so hard it hurt.

“I don’t want our wonderful experience ruined by how it ended. I will remember you forever, but I want you to remember me, too.”

Realizing he wanted me to respond, I swallowed. “Oh, don’t worry. I won’t forget you.”

He tilted his head, and sincerity drilled into his eyes. “I promise you, nobody will ever learn of what we did here tonight. I will let this be our beautiful secret.”

He said it with such conviction I believed every word. “Thank you.”

He released my hands. “Can I have a hug?”

I chuckled. “Of course.”

We wrapped our arms around each other, and it was like a wonderful calming aura floated over me. Maxx had a gift, and once we finished our embrace, I felt truly relaxed.

Maxx lifted my hand to his lips. “Goodbye, Memphis. You will live forever in my dreams.”

“Goodbye, Magic, as will you in mine.”

He did his elegant skate across the lobby tiles, and when he pressed for the elevator, the doors opened immediately. With one last fleeting glance at me, he stepped over the threshold and disappeared.

Once again, I’d dodged a bullet, yet for some inexplicable reason, I felt like it was meant to happen. Was meeting Magic Maxx written in my destiny?

Wow, that was deep.I really am going crazy.

I sat down, and upon seeing my diary open on the counter, I began to chuckle. Another bullet dodged there, too. It would’ve been awkward as hell if he’d seen it.

Reaching for my pen, at the top of the page, I wrote, Magic Maxx Room 28, and as I thought about how wonderful both my body and mind felt right now, I wrote My Magic Elixir beneath his name.

As the small hours of the morning ticked by, I detailed at great length everything about my encounter with the yoga master.

Hours later, as morning sunshine lit up the horizon, I made a cup of green tea and headed out to my favorite spot in the hotel. I sipped my drink, watched the sun lighten the morning sky, breathed in the crisp air, and welcomed a new day into my life.