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An Excerpt From: MAXWELL’S SILVER HAMMER
Copyright © CIANA STONE, 2008
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing,
Inc.
Twenty-four hours after she’d accepted the job, Nikki
arrived back at the Weston estate to pick up her gate card. Osgood Gaynor,
the butler, had called and left her a message that she could pick it up any
time. Eager to see if she would run into the handsome stranger again, she
called and told Osgood she would come on over and pick up the card.
She was still unsure if what she’d experienced with Danu
on the Isle of Rescue was real or just an elaborate fantasy. If it was
possible that it was real, then the job she’d lucked into was the most
important of her life.
Maxwell Weston’s life was in danger. From what she
didn’t know. Danu wouldn’t reveal that bit of knowledge, but claimed that
it was Nikki’s destiny to save him. Nikki liked the idea of having a
destiny that involved being someone’s savior, but failed to see what could
possibly threaten a boy who lived in a proverbial ivory tower, surrounded
by luxury.
Still, even as she fought not to believe, a secret part of
her said what she’d experienced was real. And that small kernel of belief
was enough to make her want to succeed and save Maxwell from whatever
threatened. The big question was, how was an
average woman like her who couldn’t even keep a decent roof over her own
head supposed to save anyone?
Osgood greeted her at the door. “Ms. Morgan, good day.”
“Hi, I thought I’d drop by and pick up that card.”
“Yes, please follow me. Mr. Weston asked that I notify
him when you arrived.”
Osgood left her waiting in the library while he went to
tell Mr. Weston she was there. Nikki looked at the massive bookcases,
filled with expensive leather-bound editions on a wide variety of subjects.
“Nikki, hello, my dear.”
She turned at the sound of Richard Weston’s voice. “Hi,
I hope I’m not bothering you. Mr. Gaynor said I could stop by and pick up a
gate card.”
“Yes, I have it right here.” Richard pulled what looked
a lot like a credit card from his pocket.
“Thanks.” Nikki looked at it. “So I just swipe it
through the thing at the gate?”
“Yes. Tell me, when do you estimate you’ll be moving to
the estate?”
“I thought maybe tomorrow or Thursday.”
“Excellent.”
At that moment Helen walked into the room. “Richard,
have you seen—” She fell silent for a moment when she saw Nikki. “Ah, Ms. Morgan.
I didn’t expect you.”
“I came to pick up a gate card.”
“Yes, of course.”
“Something you wanted, darling?” Richard asked.
Helen cut a look at Nikki before answering. “Actually, I
wanted to know if you had seen Maxwell.”
“No.”
Helen blew out her breath in exasperation. “Honestly,
sometimes that boy tries my patience to the very brink.”
At that moment Osgood appeared at the door. “Excuse me,
Mrs. Weston. I’ve located Maxwell.”
“Well it’s about time!”
He disappeared for just a moment then reappeared in the
doorway, holding onto someone’s arm. “Come, Maxwell, your mother wants to
speak with you.”
Nikki thought she was going to faint when instead of a
young boy, her dream man stepped through the door.
“Holy shit!” she breathed without thinking.
Helen and Richard both whirled around to look at her.
She didn’t even notice. All she could see was the man she’d been
fantasizing about. His eyes met hers and she felt like someone who was
free-falling through space.
The whisper of sheets sliding across bare skin and a
breath of cool air from the opened window had her tingling. Moonlight fell
in shafts across the room, casting harsh contrasts between darkness and
light.
He stood at the foot of the bed, watching. She could not
see his eyes. With his back to the window, he was silhouetted against the
light. She extended one hand to him and he came to her, crawling onto the
bed and stopping when he was poised above her.
His eyes gleamed in the dim light. She reached up to run
her hand along the side of his face and into his thick hair. Fisting the
silken strands, she pulled his face down to hers. He came to her willingly,
lowering himself down on her, supporting the weight of his upper body on
his forearms.
Her tongue flicked at his lips and they parted, allowing
her to explore the sweet depths of his mouth. But only for a moment, then
he assumed control, rolling over and taking her with him so that she lay on top him, her breasts pressed into the firm swell
of his chest.
His hands moved down her back, cupping and squeezing her
rear, fingers questing into the cleft to caress her anus and move lower,
teasing the lips of her sex.
She shivered in delicious anticipation and pushed
herself up, hands braced on either side of his shoulders.
He captured one breast in hand and mouth, hand squeezing
as his tongue traced the puckered areola, drawing a moan from her.
Fantasy faded as Osgood pushed the man farther into the
room, breaking their eye contact. Nikki’s legs nearly gave out. She’d been
moments from climax. But thoughts of herself
vanished at the sight of emotions dancing across Maxwell’s face. It was
like watching an emotional kaleidoscope.
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