Dirty Filthy Fix
A Fixed Trilogy Novella
By Laurelin Paige
1001 Dark Nights
Dirty Filthy Fix
A Fixed Trilogy Novella
By Laurelin Paige
1001 Dark Nights
Copyright 2017 Laurelin Paige
ISBN: 978-1-9459-2046-2
Foreword: Copyright 2014 M. J. Rose
Published by Evil Eye Concepts, Incorporated
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This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination and are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or establishments is solely coincidental.
Book Description
Dirty Filthy Fix
A Fixed Trilogy Novella
By Laurelin Paige
I like sex. Kinky sex. The kinkier the better.
Every day, it’s all I think about as I serve coffee and hand out business agendas to men who have no idea I’m not the prim, proper girl they think I am.
With a day job as the secretary to one of New York’s most powerful men, Hudson Pierce, I have to keep my double life quiet. As long as I do, it’s not a problem.
Enter: Nathan Sinclair. Tall, dark and handsome doesn’t come close to describing how hot he is. And that’s with his clothes on. But after a dirty, filthy rendezvous, I accept that if we ever see each other again, he’ll walk right by my desk on his way to see my boss without recognizing me.
Only, that’s not what happens. Not the first time I see him after the party. Or the next time. Or the time after that. And as much as I try to stop it, my two worlds are crashing into each other, putting my job and my reputation at risk.
And all I can think about is Nathan Sinclair.
All I can think about is getting just one more dirty, filthy fix.
About Laurelin Paige
With over 1 million books sold, Laurelin Paige is the NY Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling Author of the Fixed Trilogy. She's a sucker for a good romance and gets giddy anytime there’s kissing, much to the embarrassment of her three daughters. Her husband doesn't seem to complain, however. When she isn’t reading or writing sexy stories, she’s probably singing, watching Game of Thrones and the Walking Dead, or dreaming of Michael Fassbender. She’s also a proud member of Mensa International though she doesn't do anything with the organization except use it as material for her bio.
You can connect with Laurelin on Facebook at www.facebook.com/LaurelinPaige or on twitter @laurelinpaige. You can also visit her website, www.laurelinpaige.com, to sign up for e-mails about new releases.
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Acknowledgments from the Author
To my husband and kids—Thank you for understanding all my dirty filthy habits and loving me anyway.
To Liz Berry, Jillian Stein, and MJ Rose—I’m in awe of the three of you and the work you do and the love you send out in the world. You each inspire me in so many different ways daily.
To my tribe: Rebecca Friedman, Ashley Lindemann, Sheri Gustafson, Melissa Gaston, Sierra Simone, Kayti McGee, Melanie Harlow, Lauren Blakely, C.D. Reiss – Wow, look at those amazing women on my side. I can do anything.
To my readers—Thank you for trusting me to spin your fantasies. It’s truly been my greatest pleasure.
To my God—Even if I fail today and fall short, you remain steadfast. Thank you for meeting me where I am.
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FOREVER WICKED by Shayla Black
CRIMSON TWILIGHT by Heather Graham
CAPTURED IN SURRENDER by Liliana Hart
SILENT BITE: A SCANGUARDS WEDDING by Tina Folsom
DUNGEON GAMES by Lexi Blake
AZAGOTH by Larissa Ione
NEED YOU NOW by Lisa Renee Jones
SHOW ME, BABY by Cherise Sinclair
ROPED IN by Lorelei James
TEMPTED BY MIDNIGHT by Lara Adrian
THE FLAME by Christopher Rice
CARESS OF DARKNESS by Julie Kenner
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TAME ME by J. Kenner
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WICKED WOLF by Carrie Ann Ryan
WHEN IRISH EYES ARE HAUNTING by Heather Graham
EASY WITH YOU by Kristen Proby
MASTER OF FREEDOM by Cherise Sinclair
CARESS OF PLEASURE by Julie Kenner
ADORED by Lexi Blake
HADES by Larissa Ione
RAVAGED by Elisabeth Naughton
DREAM OF YOU by Jennifer L. Armentrout
STRIPPED DOWN by Lorelei James
RAGE/KILLIAN by Alexandra Ivy/Laura Wright
DRAGON KING by Donna Grant
PURE WICKED by Shayla Black
HARD AS STEEL by Laura Kaye
STROKE OF MIDNIGHT by Lara Adrian
ALL HALLOWS EVE by Heather Graham
KISS THE FLAME by Christopher Rice
DARING HER LOVE by Melissa Foster
TEASED by Rebecca Zanetti
THE PROMISE OF SURRENDER by Liliana Hart
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HIDDEN INK by Carrie Ann Ryan
BLOOD ON THE BAYOU by Heather Graham
SEARCHING FOR MINE by Jennifer Probst
DANCE OF DESIRE by Christopher Rice
ROUGH RHYTHM by Tessa Bailey
DEVOTED by Lexi Blake
Z by Larissa Ione
FALLING UNDER YOU by Laurelin Paige
EASY FOR KEEPS by Kristen Proby
UNCHAINED by Elisabeth Naughton
HARD TO SERVE by Laura Kaye
DRAGON FEVER by Donna Grant
KAYDEN/SIMON by Alexandra Ivy/Laura Wright
STRUNG UP by Lorelei James
MIDNIGHT UNTAMED by Lara Adrian
TRICKED by Rebecca Zanetti
DIRTY WICKED by Shayla Black
THE ONLY ONE by Lauren Blakely
SWEET SURRENDER by Liliana Hart
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Foreword
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
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An excerpt from Dirty Filthy Rich Men by Laurelin Paige
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One Thousand and One Dark Nights
Once upon a time, in the future…
I was a student fascinated with stories and learning.
I studied philosophy, poetry, history, the occult, and
the art and science of love and magic. I had a vast
library at my father’s home and collected thousands
of volumes of fantastic tales.
I learned all about ancient races and bygone
times. About myths and legends and dreams of all
people through the millennium. And the more I read
the stronger my imagination grew until I discovered
that I was able to travel into the stories... to actually
I wish I could say that I listened to my teacher
and respected my gift, as I ought to have. If I had, I
would not be telling you this tale now.
But I was foolhardy and confused, showing off
with bravery.
One afternoon, curious about the myth of the
Arabian Nights, I traveled back to ancient Persia to
see for myself if it was true that every day Shahryar
(Persian: شهريار, “king”) married a new virgin, and then
sent yesterday's wife to be beheaded. It was written
and I had read, that by the time he met Scheherazade,
the vizier's daughter, he’d killed one thousand
women.
Something went wrong with my efforts. I arrived
in the midst of the story and somehow exchanged
places with Scheherazade – a phenomena that had
never occurred before and that still to this day, I
cannot explain.
Now I am trapped in that ancient past. I have
taken on Scheherazade’s life and the only way I can
protect myself and stay alive is to do what she did to
protect herself and stay alive.
Every night the King calls for me and listens as I spin tales.
And when the evening ends and dawn breaks, I stop at a
point that leaves him breathless and yearning for more.
And so the King spares my life for one more day, so that
he might hear the rest of my dark tale.
As soon as I finish a story... I begin a new
one... like the one that you, dear reader, have before
you now.
Chapter One
I drew Andrew’s fingers into my mouth, pressing my lips past his knuckles, all the way, until I couldn’t take them in anymore. The whole time, my eyes watched his, taking in the dilation of his pupils as my tongue ran along his digits.
He moaned in ecstasy and my stomach fluttered.
“I’m imagining that’s my cock,” Chuck whispered in my ear. I was sitting in his lap—my ear was easy access. “I know how good your mouth feels. I’m imagining it on my cock right now.” He did know how my mouth felt; I’d had my mouth on him before. Not tonight. At previous events.
Chuck’s hands gripped my waist and moved my ass so it would rub against his erection, giving him some relief. I squealed, even though it was somewhat forced. The guys liked it when I squealed.
For that matter, so did the women.
“You’ve inflated me like a balloon, T.” Andrew was on the floor in front of me, his jacket off and his shirt unbuttoned.
“I’ll take care of you, baby,” a pretty woman I’d never met before said, crawling up to him to undo his pants. At least he had somebody taking care of him. Not that I was going to feel responsible for the condition he was in.
Kennedy laughed as he stroked himself through his boxer briefs. The tip of his dick poked out above the waistband, and I could see a bead of pre-cum gathering on the top of his crown.
This was the crowd that had gathered around me tonight. This was what I dreamed about all week, every week. This was my idea of a perfect Saturday night.
The rest of the party had divided itself into the normal cliques and circles of activity. I scanned the penthouse apartment. The layout was open and the party guests took up every bit of space they could. In one corner, a bunch of men were having an orgy, classic Greek style, on the divan. In the center of the room, a beautiful woman was stripped and tied up in Shibari style, with plenty of spectators watching. To our left, a dominatrix in a black gown and leather boots had not one, but two gentlemen on their knees in front of her.
Most of the faces—and bodies—were familiar. They usually were. We were a club of sorts, after all. But there were always those I didn’t recognize. Like the gentleman who’d been watching the activities surrounding my group for most of the evening. Green eyes, six foot tall at least. His face had a naturally rough look to it, even though his beard was trimmed and cleaned up well. His eyes had wrinkles around them, his lips as well. He was probably older than me by a decade, but he wore his age well. Probably even better than he’d worn his youth, if I had to guess. The biggest tell about him, though, was his tux. It was pristine, not a button undone. The party had been going on for three hours now, and he’d first caught my eye at least an hour in, and he still wasn’t even ruffled. Obviously he was strictly a voyeur.
Too bad. He was hot.
“Come home with me, T,” Chuck pleaded as he nibbled on my neck, distracting me from the green-eyed stranger. It wasn’t the first time he’d asked this evening. It wasn’t the first time he’d asked me ever.
I wiggled on his lap, trying to make myself more comfortable without further arousing his already hard cock.
“You know that’s against the rules,” I murmured. I was good at that, I had to admit. It was one of my talents. To be flirtatious and uncommitted all at once.
“Your rules,” Chuck said. His grip tightened on my hips. I stiffened ever so slightly.
“But my rules count.” They weren’t new rules. I’d had them the whole time I’d been coming to these parties. The whole time I’d been a member of the Open Door. They weren’t hard to remember—there were only four of them. Never go home with anyone. Never take off my mask. Never give any personal info besides my first initial. And no penetration. I’d been coming to these events for almost ten years, and these rules had been the only thing that kept me safe and STD free, not to mention partner free.
And honestly, it was probably the thing that kept the parties so interesting.
If Stanley Kubrick hadn’t been a member of the Open Door, he’d certainly attended one of their events. The parties themselves only had one official rule—even the masks were optional and most people took them off after a few minutes. What wasn’t optional was the rule that a password was required to attend. The words and location were changed every week, and only people in the club were informed. The password and location was emailed out immediately after the
last party to every member of the Open Door, and if you neglected to RSVP that you were attending any events for three months, your name was purged from the system.
I wasn’t in the club officially. I wasn’t wealthy enough. It was too hefty a fee to join. I’m talking a membership cost well above my annual salary. No, I got the password from my best friend, Rebecca. If anyone ever discovered that she was sharing it with me, we’d both be kicked out. Hence the reason I never took off the mask.
Nowadays, since Rebecca had graduated from mistress to wife of the senator that had introduced her to the club, I attended more often than she did, which was fine by me. The parties had always been more important to me than to her. They were one of the most exciting parts of my life. They weren’t something I could live without, the way Rebecca could. She was completely content to find a single person who would play, give good sex, and also a home and babies. Once she got those things, she had no reason to come out.
I, on the other hand, would never settle. Could never settle.
I loved sex.
Kinky sex.
All kinds of dirty, filthy, kinky sex. I liked to watch. I liked to participate. Every weekend I could, I attended the Saturday night parties the Open Door hosted out of one of the members’ fancy penthouses or mansions in the country, decked out in one of my gowns, my mask hiding my features. I saved all my money for those dresses. I made it through the long hours at my fast-paced desk job at Pierce Industries only by looking forward to these nights at the Open Door.
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