Fall Dirty

By Zoe York

Christmas wish fulfillment, grown-up style...or how a Navy SEAL's happy ever after gets a little freaky!

Navy SEAL Hunter Dex is a man on a mission. His beautiful new girlfriend is hiding her deepest desires from him and he wants that to change.

Serena Bradley is a woman with a secret. But when Hunter whisks her away for a weekend in Vegas with his friend Quinn, her hunger to be shared boils dangerously close to the surface.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bryant Street Publishing
• Release date: Apr 27, 2021
• ISBN: 9781094418193

Zoe York

Zoe York lives in London, Ontario with her young family. She has an English degree and works at a university, so it was probably a foregone conclusion that she’d write a romance novel one day. What Once Was Perfect is her debut novel.  

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Chapter One

Hunter Dex tugged his girlfriend down onto his sweat-slicked body and gave her a deep, searing kiss that he hoped told her just how amazing he thought she was. She melted into him and he felt himself rising to attention all over again.

Wow, Serena breathed, sliding off his naked body. That was incredible.

Give me another minute and we can have a super fun repeat, he rumbled, circling her wrist with his fingers. He wanted to tug her back against him and get as deep inside her as he possibly could.

As good as it was—and it was incredible—he couldn’t help but feel like there was a part of her he hadn’t reached yet.

She kept moving away and he tightened his grip on her. She glanced back at him over her shoulder. He didn’t miss how her breath stopped as she caught her lower lip between her teeth.

He squeezed. Yeah, baby. Come back to bed.

They’d been dating for six weeks and with each passing day, he just found himself wanting more and more Serena Bradley in his life.

That’s hard to say no to. She gave him an apologetic smile and he released her hand. But I warned you when you came over that I have work to do. And I still do, no matter how good you look in my bed.

She knew how to work him, that was for sure. He grinned and flexed his pecs. Look good, do I?

She just laughed and patted his arm before moving across the room and pulling on her robe.

He watched the sweet curve of her ass disappear behind silky black fabric and sighed. Can I hang around and soak up your awesomeness? I get it. Will you be up all night?

Serena was an artist. She did a bunch of different things, all amazing, and from time to time she took off to parts unknown with her makeup case. She’d done that disappearing act twice since they started dating.

When he’d arrived tonight, she’d been working on a mask. Too heavy to practically wear, the sensual piece of art would be hung on someone’s wall.

Soon, apparently.

Not all night, she tossed over her shoulder. If you want to stay over…

He wanted all right. He followed her out of the bedroom, tugging on his boxer briefs. She lived by herself in a small bungalow she’d inherited from her grandmother, so there was little chance of being disturbed, but Serena had never wandered around naked and he got a vibe from her that she’d find it strange if he did.

As much as he liked this woman, found her fascinating and craved her more and more every day, she was still an enigma in many ways.

Love to, he said as she settled at her drafting table in the spare bedroom-turned-art studio. Should I order delivery?

She nodded, already not paying full attention to him. Something with rice?

Done. Can I plug my phone in somewhere? The battery was low when I arrived.

Mmm, she mumbled. Her eyes narrowed, concentrating hard on some delicate detail on the mask. Laptop’s in the living room. There’s a cable attached to it.

He watched her for a minute, cataloging the way she held her breath as she loaded her paint brush with thick, inky blackness, then exhaled carefully as she applied it to the mask. He knew that type of control well—he used the same breathing pattern when he was behind a rifle. It was a good way to trick oneself into thinking what you were about to do was no big deal, but the creations that came out of this studio were definitely a big deal.

She didn’t talk a lot about her work, either the masks and paintings she created, or the elaborate make-up artistry she flew around the country for, either.

Client confidentiality—another thing they had in common, although Hunter’s client was the United States Navy. More lord and master than client, really. He’d been a SEAL for nine years. He’d recently transferred from the east coast teams to the west coast, and the last thing he thought he’d fall into after arriving in San Diego was a serious relationship.

Not that Serena had given him any clue that was what she wanted.

But their connection…in less than two months, she’d taken ownership on a piece of his heart—real estate he didn’t even know was up for sale.

They’d met almost by accident. He’d been invited to a bar by some of his new Team 11 teammates, and since he was still new to the area, had gotten the address wrong and walked into an art gallery instead.

Best mistake he’d ever made.

He’d blown off his friends that night with an apologetic text, and chatted up the beautiful artist instead.

When he returned the next night, she invited him back to her place. At the time, he’d thought the bungalow was artsy and eclectic, like the one-night stand he’d stumbled into.

The sex had been fantastic.

Then they’d done it again the next night, and the night after that.

Now he looked around her cozy living room and saw a possible shared future together.

Jesus, he needed to go blow something up. His estrogen levels were getting dangerously high. Next thing he knew, he’d be suggesting a weekend of antiquing.

Flopping on her couch, he grabbed the laptop from the coffee table and plugged the as-promised attached charging cable to his phone. Then he opened the laptop and typed in her password.

He got half-hard remembering when she’d told it to him, curled up in his lap late one night a few weeks earlier.

He’d needed to check his email, but his phone had been all the way over there.

You can use my computer, she’d murmured sleepily, her lips rubbing against his neck. He’d pulled the coffee table closer and opened it up.

Type in your password, beautiful.

You do it. No laughing. It’s freakygrl2.

Freaky girl? He’d palmed her ass and shifted between her legs. A condom had been equally as far away as his phone, and she’d been tired, so he’d restrained himself from making her prove it.

The truth was, she was sensual and earthy, but freaky?

He shook his head. Nothing wrong with that, of course, but underneath her artist exterior he’d found a sweet, warm, caring woman.

The marrying kind of woman.

Now he typed in that same password, chuckling to himself as her browser popped into sight. She’d been reading an article about raising chickens in an urban environment.

Real freaky, beautiful.

He clicked over to another tab, leaving that article for her to read later, half-wondering if his future might include chicken feed, so it took him a second to realize what he was looking at on the new screen.

Then he blinked. Twice.

Blush Shoppe, the website cheerily called itself in a pretty logo in the top left-hand corner.

Right above the picture of a butt plug.

Blink.

Hunter told himself to close the computer. He even guiltily looked over his shoulder toward the studio, because snooping was so wrong. But then he didn’t close it. He scanned the page, taking everything in. She hadn’t added anything to her shopping cart. Maybe someone else had sent her the link, like… haha, look at this pretty glass butt plug with a flower in its base?

His dick flexed and he shifted the

Reviews for Fall Dirty

[Babiche · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

The series has gotten sexier and now explores kink. Hoo-rah!