Free Hooked (Decadence Nights Book 1) by Maddie Taylor Page A

satisfaction.
    In the aftermath, they cuddled close, Joseph having rolled them to their sides to keep from crushing her. Neither spoke until their bodies eased back to normal from their heightened state.
    “Joseph, um… Sir, I mean, Master?”
    He laughed, kissing the tip of her nose. “Joseph is fine now, Livvy.”
    “Were you testing me by making me crawl to you?”
    “I may have been pushing a bit. Mostly, I wanted to see what your breasts and ass looked like while you shimmied across the floor with your sexy posterior swaying side-to-side. As anticipated, it was supremely enjoyable.”
    “How could you see my posterior when you were in front of me?”
    He glanced over her shoulder and grinned. “There are at least fifty mirrors on the wall behind you, Liv.”
    She twisted her head. Her eyes fell on the one-of-a-kind bronze wall sculpture, which was a collection of small mirrors in various shapes and sizes that the artist had rendered in the form of a fish. It had hung there for the entire three years she’d worked for him.
    “Great, just what I’ve always wanted, my big butt reflected in all its glory on a priceless piece of wall art.”
    A broad hand landed on her upraised cheek with a resounding smack. Then he grabbed her still tender behind in his big hands and squeezed, pulling her pelvis into his. “This ass is a work of art, and I won’t have you denigrating it. That,” he jerked his chin toward the fish on the wall, “to be honest, despite the artist’s lofty name and ridiculous price tag, has always annoyed me.” His eyes rose to study the piece. As he massaged and separated the globes, a grin split his face. Realizing he was watching the reflection of his hands working her ass, a rush of heat bathed her cheeks, both upper and lower. “Now that I look at it in depth, taking in all the subtle shapes, curves, colors and nuances, I have to admit,” he nudged forward, the hard length of him unmistakable, “it’s growing on me.”
    His eyes dipped to her face. What he found there, which she knew could only be a five alarm blaze of fiery cheeked embarrassment, made him grin. “Still a bit shy even after all I’ve done to you?” He swatted her behind, playfully light this time. “Get up. I’m taking you home to work on that bashfulness.”
    While she straightened her hopelessly wrinkled blouse and linen skirt, she felt his eyes on her. Looking up, she caught him in a tender look. Then he winked, something she never expected. As her mouth gaped open—something that seemed to be happening more and more around him lately—he grinned.
    “Enjoy being clothed while you can, pet, because once I have you naked under my roof, I’m keeping you that way.”
     
     

Chapter Eight
     
     
    True to his word, Joseph kept her naked, without so much as a stitch on for nearly the entire weekend. Helping her overcome her shyness around him was his rationale—not that he needed one—but she suspected it was more because he was enjoying the view as well as having free access whenever she was within arm’s reach. Neither of which she minded because his touches led to caresses, which progressed to kisses and them getting busy on the nearest flat surface.
    Joseph was often fully clothed in contrast to her nudity, which swung the pendulum of power to his side, where it stayed as expected. Even at home, he didn’t slouch on his appearance. No ratty t-shirts and sports shorts for this man. Although he eschewed the suit for casual days, he still wore neatly pressed trousers and a button up shirt. She teased him about being the only man in Texas that didn’t own a pair of jeans, cowboy boots and a Stetson. He’d surprised her on Sunday by wearing exactly that when he took her out to brunch. She’d grinned at her sexy cowboy and they’d gotten a late start when Joseph had promptly unzipped his jeans and folded her over the back of the couch for a quickie. Yee haa!
    Granting her a reprieve from the all-nude