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Contents

Cover

Title Page

Copyright

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

More from Mischief

About Mischief

About the Publisher

Chapter One

Jess’s alarm clock buzzed, waking her from a fabulously filthy dream about Max, her boyfriend of three years. Her sex dreams were few and far between and mostly starred dubious celebs, but this one was so much better. And although morning sex was usually way off her agenda – morning breath and sleep-sweat, anyone? – she was feeling more than a little horny.

‘Max?’ she whispered, moving closer to him and kissing his cheek.

He groaned and pulled the cover higher.

‘Max?’ Her voice was louder this time. She snaked an arm under the covers and ran her fingers across his stomach.

‘Huh?’ Max opened his eyes and was surprised to see her so close. Unless she had an early meeting, he was always awake and out of bed before her.

‘Morning.’ Jess grinned at him, swirling her fingers across the dark hair on his chest.

‘Wha’ time is it?’ Max’s voice was slurred from sleep. ‘Did my alarm go off?’

Jess leaned in and kissed his lips, then darted her tongue into his mouth. ‘Not yet.’ She let her hand wander downwards.

‘Huh?’

Jess silenced him with a kiss, a proper, deep, tongue – morning breath and all – kiss. She could feel that he was responding and tightened her hand around his cock.

Max turned towards her and ran a hand along her thigh.

Still wet from her dream, Jess pulled his hand up between her legs, moaning as his fingers found her wetness and slipped inside her.

Max moved his mouth away from hers and headed south to tongue her nipple.

Jess could feel her orgasm building, aided by her rude dream. She bucked against Max’s hand on her clit until, with a shudder, she came.

She pushed his hand away and moved underneath him. ‘Now,’ she instructed him, running her fingers up and down his legs.

Max slipped his cock inside her and she tightened around him. Then she lifted her legs up onto his shoulders and they rocked together, panting, his hard cock filling her until they found a release together.

* * *

Jess drove to work with a smile on her face. Maybe morning sex was her thing after all.

She parked in her usual spot and headed into the Starbucks opposite her office to pick up her morning latte.

‘Morning, Jess.’ Stan, the usual guy on the morning shift, grinned at her as she passed over her money. She felt like a regular now, despite the fact that she only came into the office three or four times a month. She wondered if Stan had noticed that she had a spring in her step today. She’d read somewhere that the smell of sex had a pheromone that other people could pick up on and be attracted to.

Humming to herself, her post-orgasmic glow making her feel great, she took the lift up to the fifth floor, where Fresh Vibe magazine was housed.

* * *

‘Morning, Leyla.’ Jess greeted her boss. ‘Thanks for asking me in today.’

Leyla smiled at her. ‘We always love your input, Jessie; just wish we had more stuff for you to do.’

‘Suits me fine,’ Jess said, smiling at the magazine staff as she wound her way through the desks with Leyla and headed for the meeting room. Jess was a freelance writer, not a full-time member of the team, but she was being honest when she said the arrangement suited her.

‘Come on, people,’ Leyla called behind her as she opened the door to the meeting room.

Jess followed her in and took a seat about halfway down the table near the pastries. Meetings at Fresh Vibe were always well catered. Pastries, croissants, fruit, juice, coffee … and this morning she had worked up an appetite.

The rest of the staff trooped in, all smiling at Jess and several exchanging a few words with her. She had already filled her plate with food and was nibbling as she waited for Leyla to take the helm.

She didn’t get involved in decisions about magazine or online content, but enjoyed the buzz. And yet, as the meeting progressed, she zoned out to remember Max’s fingers running up and down her thigh, his mouth upon her nipples.

‘Jess?’ Leyla was watching her with a smile, as were several of her colleagues.

‘Sorry, Leyla. What did I miss?’

Leyla grinned. ‘We need you for a blog this month. A bit more commitment, I know, writing something every day, but more pay.’

Jess nodded. More pay was always good. ‘Great, so what’s it about?’

Leyla grinned. ‘We’ve all heard of certain “mommy porn” books that are proving very popular?’

There were mutterings and a few salacious grins from the men.

‘Well, I want to jump on the bandwagon a bit. I think our readers would be interested. But I think it’s too much for the regular magazine, which is why a blog would be good.’

Jess nodded. She could write about sex easily. Hell, she’d already made a start on the research today.

‘I’m not sure about the title of the piece yet, but it’s basically: can someone go from being vanilla in their sex preferences to full-on kinky?’

Jess frowned. ‘You want me to write about my sex life?’

Leyla nodded. ‘Yeah, blog about the anti-vanilla stuff you try.’ Leyla gestured at Jason, her righthand man. ‘Jason’s got a list.’

Jason nodded and started going through some papers.

Jess shook her head. ‘I’m missing something here. What’s vanilla?’

‘You know, plain sex, missionary, bedrooms, boring …’ Leyla trailed off as Jason passed her a piece of paper.

Jess put her croissant down. ‘So I’m boring? You want me to blog about how boring I am?’

Leyla grinned. A few people laughed.

‘Jessie, I’m sure you’re not boring, honey, but when we chat, I haven’t picked up on a bondage-threesome kind of vibe off you.’

Jess made a face. ‘Well, I’m not saying I have threesomes every weekend or go to swinging parties with Max, but I’m not vanilla. Maybe a little more sedate now, but it has been three years.’

‘I’m vanilla,’ Monica, one of the full-time writers, piped up.

‘See.’ Jess pointed at Monica. ‘Maybe you can do it?’

Leyla shook her head. ‘No, Jessie, everyone’s got their assignments. I had this in mind for you. I think you’d be good.’

Jess picked up her croissant again. ‘So, walk me through it.’

Leyla held up her list. ‘Right, so the thing is, this is something everyone’s talking about and we want to be current. You take this list, pick one thing a day and then blog about the results.’

‘What if she doesn’t want to do something?’ Monica asked, reaching for a pastry.

‘Well … I guess you would blog about that. You don’t have to do anything you or Max are uncomfortable with, but I know you’re open-minded. That’s why I thought of you.’

Jess put her hand out for the list, a little surprised at herself for considering this. She had no idea what Max would say. He was no prude, but who knew what he’d make of this?

They had met in a bar – he was out with his suited-up solicitor friends and she was on a hen night. Unusual for her, but they had fallen into bed that very night. And it had been hot. They had moved in together a year later.

‘What the …’ Jess looked up from the list, laughing. ‘Leyla!’

Leyla grinned and shrugged. ‘Mmm?’

‘Threesomes, anal sex, dogging? I can just see Max’s face when I bring this assignment home.’

Everyone around the table laughed. Most appeared relieved they hadn’t been called on to do it.

‘What are the names and phone numbers for?’ Jess asked.

‘These are readers that Jason’s sounded out already. For each thing on the list, there’s a name and number for someone who does it and is happy to talk to you about it. Why they like it, what to do, stuff like that.’

Jess groaned and put her hand over her face. ‘How can I just ring some random guy and chat to him about why he likes peeing on people during sex?’

Leyla let out a massive laugh. ‘Jess, you’ll be fine.’

Jess looked at the list more carefully. She saw S & M, sex clubs … she couldn’t imagine how Max would react when she discussed this with him. She considered herself open-minded. She had a good sex life. They’d tried role-play and sex toys. Maybe she did have a few hang-ups too. And Max? Straight but very sexual. Maybe he’d be happy that his girlfriend had an assignment involving sexual experimentation. And as favours went, being OK with her getting paid to have sex – with him – wasn’t so bad, was it? It’s not like she was asking him if she could be a hooker. ‘Let me take the list and have a chat with Max tonight. I’ll text you later and let you know for definite.’

After the freelancers’ part of the meeting, Jess and a few others left the full-timers to it and headed home. Jess couldn’t think about anything but what Max might think about water sports.

Chapter Two

Jess spent the rest of the day pottering around the house, doing washing and ironing and planning how to convince Max that this sex list was a good idea.

It was a good idea, wasn’t it? She was pretty sure it was. People always wanted to know what other people were doing in the bedroom. How they measured up. Were they doing it enough? Not enough? Were they sexy enough, wild enough? Were they normal? What was normal?

She thought she was normal. She had always enjoyed sex, and definitely enjoyed it with Max. They had a loving relationship, and, though she wasn’t into any crazy stuff, she thought she was pretty good at sex. Telling the world what she got up to in the sack was a little more than she’d bargained for as an assignment, but she couldn’t fault it for not being interesting. Plus she needed the money.

It finally came to her as she finished her lunch. The blowjob. A blowjob.

Whenever she’d given one to Max, he’d said the words every woman wants to hear: ‘You could ask me for anything after doing that, and I’d say yes.’

Well, she would test that theory tonight.

As part of her scheme, Jess dressed in a plum-coloured underwear set with a silky crimson wrap over the top. She left her long black hair loose, smeared on some red lippy and poured wine. Two steaks went into the oven and some jacket potatoes in the microwave. Operation Blowjob was underway.

When Max came home he entered in the usual fashion: the door banged against the wall, his keys dropped to the floor, there was a muttered ‘Shit!’ and then a ‘Fuck!’ as he bashed his knee on the hallway table.

‘Can we move this bloody table?’ he yelled by way of greeting as he stepped into the lounge.

‘Hey, honey …’ Jess smiled, perched on the end of the sofa, displaying her long legs.

‘Hey.’

She could tell straightaway that Max was distracted. He barely glanced at her before throwing himself into a chair and running his hands through his hair.

She sat back on the sofa, gave him a minute to grumble. She wanted to do her thing before they ate. But if he was feeling grouchy, there was no point. She knew him too well.

‘I’ve had a terrible day. Such stupid bloody solicitors on the Bertman side. Useless. Stalling. I was all set to go to court next week, now they’ve filed some stupid bloody …’ Max trailed off; he seemed to have finally noticed her existence.

Jess smiled and sat up, letting her wrap drop open, to better show off her cleavage.

Max sat up. ‘You look … great.’

‘Glad you noticed.’

‘You always look great. But don’t you normally have more clothes on when I come home?’

Jess stood and undid her wrap fully.

‘Is it my birthday?’ Max stood up and moved towards her. He cupped her backside in his hands and kissed her deeply. ‘Now my day feels better.’ He moved his mouth to her neck, kissed her soft skin and ran his hands across her bare stomach.

Jess moaned slightly as she loosened his tie. She eased away. ‘I had a plan for you tonight.’

‘Like what?’ Max pulled her closer and caressed her nipples through the lace of the bra.

‘Like me being in charge,’ she said, taking a step back.

‘I don’t mind that,’ he said and reached for her again.

Part of her just wanted to let him ravish her. Her nipples were erect and she was wet. What better way to finish this end-of-the-day greeting than by letting him lower her onto the sofa?

‘So. What. Are. You. Planning. To. Do. To. Me?’ Max asked, punctuating each word with a kiss, before slipping his tongue into her ear.

Jess felt her knees loosen and dropped onto the sofa. Max moved on top of her, his weight upon her, kissing her mouth, his tongue pushing against hers. She wriggled out from underneath him, getting her breath back. ‘I was meant to be treating you tonight, not the other way around.’

Max held his hands up in surrender. ‘Fine by me.’

Sitting back on the sofa, his tie loose and his hair tousled, he looked gorgeous. He always did. He was six feet tall, with dark hair and blue eyes, and was slim, fit and well muscled.

Jess reached for his belt. As she started unbuckling it, he seemed to figure out what her plan was and closed his eyes.

‘One sec,’ Jess said, and reached to the table for his wine. ‘There –’ she passed it to him ‘– now you’re ready.’

Max took a sip. ‘Go for it.’

Jess undid his trousers. Max lifted himself up so she could pull them down. She left his trunk-style pants on and pulled off his shoes and trousers. ‘Socks off,’ she murmured, pulling them off and then stroking back up his legs and across his thighs. Immediately she could see how happy he was that she was taking charge; the bulge in his trunks strained against the material. She knelt in front of him and leaned in, kissed his legs and thighs and caressed his balls through the fabric.

Max groaned, sinking lower down the sofa as her tongue slipped under his trunks. ‘Take them off.’ His voice was gruff, full of longing. He lifted his bum off the sofa so she could pull his trunks all the way down. His cock sprang up and she caught it in her grasp and moved her hand up and down, letting the tip of him touch her lips after each stroke. She moved her mouth down his length as far as his balls, licked them gently, then took them into her mouth. Max’s fingers curled in her hair in encouragement.

Jess licked Max’s cock some more, then took the top half inside her mouth. Her hands played with his balls while she sucked on his length, softly and then harder, soft and hard, building a rhythm.

Max’s mouth hung open. He looked drunk, eyelids heavy. He reached down, slipped his fingers inside her bra and played with her nipples while she sucked him harder and harder and deeper and deeper.

When she eventually pulled back she unfastened her bra. Max groaned at the sight of her chest. Jess leaned down, caressing his cock with her breasts, rubbing them back and forth across him and then squeezing his length inside her cleavage. She lowered her chin, took the tip of him in her mouth and licked faster and faster.

Max cupped her breasts, writhing, and she took all of him in her mouth again, sucking hard until she felt his whole body stiffen. When he came inside her mouth, she continued to suck gently until he’d softened.

‘You could ask me for anything after doing that, and I’d say yes.’

Jess grinned.

She reached for her bra and Max put his arm up to stop her. He pulled her towards his chest and started kissing her again, his hands on her bottom, pushing the lace aside and caressing her skin, before flipping her round so that she was lying on the sofa and he was above her. He sucked her nipples, let his hand creep down and dipped a finger into her sex. He kissed down her body, her stomach, her thighs and then through her knickers. Then he tongued her pussy through the fabric of her knickers until Jess was writhing, her body desperate for release.

Off came her knickers, then Max resumed licking her, this time with a finger inside her. He reached up with his other hand to play with Jess’s nipples. Her orgasm built, her pussy pulsed.

When Max slowed down to circle her clit with his tongue, gently fingering her, the shuddering release of her second climax of the day came urgently.

Afterwards they lay together on the sofa. Jess trailed a finger across Max’s chest. ‘So I could ask you anything?’

‘Yeah. Anything.’ Max kissed her hair.

Jess climbed over him. ‘Don’t move.’

Max groaned. ‘Uh oh, that doesn’t sound good. What have I agreed to here?’

Jess grinned. ‘You said “anything”.’

‘Right …’ Max said.

Jess came back with her wrap and the sex list. She covered herself up and passed the list to Max, who sat up, looking concerned. ‘What’s this?’

‘OK, so this is my new assignment from Leyla. It’s a blog piece.’

‘About these people and the weird sex stuff they do?’ Max passed the list back.

Jess shook her head. ‘Not quite.’

Max shrugged, reaching for his trunks, ‘What then?’

Jess snuggled closer. ‘Well, I, we, sort of … have to do it too.’

Max snatched the list back. ‘What? You want to have a threesome and write about it for some magazine blog? That people I know might read? No chance. Swinging? Dogging? Is Leyla having a laugh? Why isn’t she bloody doing it?’

Jess took the list. ‘OK, chill. They’re not all bad. And if we choose not to do something, then I write that we didn’t do it and why.’

‘Great! So then my friends can take the piss because I wasn’t up for a threesome? Thanks, Jess.’

‘Some of it we’ve already done.’

‘What? Sex clubs and swinging?’

‘No, like role-play and sex toys.’

‘I don’t like this, Jess. I’ve had a shit day. I’m in the middle of a shit case, and you trying to get me to pee all over you so you can blog about it isn’t helping.’ Max grabbed his clothes and slowly left the room.

Jess sat holding the list in one hand and her bra in the other. Not quite the response she’d been expecting.

* * *

Jess prepared their meal and called upstairs to Max. He came down to eat but remained quiet and sullen. She didn’t push him, just ate her food in silence, wishing she hadn’t gone into Fresh Vibe today. After tidying away the dishes while Max ignored her, she picked up her phone and sent a text to Leyla.

Max not up for it. Did try. Sorry. Speak tomorrow. Night.

Leyla texted back almost straightaway.

Ah, honey, that’s just a man trying to be in control. Give him some time. I promise you he’ll come round.