book cover of Goldilocks


(The fourth book in the Modern Wicked Fairy Tales series)
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In this modern retelling of a fairy tale classic, Goldie Lax is a safecracking prodigy who learned her craft from her father and her grandfather before him. When she pairs up with Richard Campbell, who can hack any system, together they make the perfect team, mixing both business and pleasure.

When Goldie's grandfather, who survived the holocaust only to end up a nursing home in his eighties, tells her about a horrific crime that robbed a good friend of his family's inheritance, Goldie enlists Campbell's help to recover the diamonds.

The three Behr brothers have stolen something too precious for words and Goldie, safecracker extraordinaire, and Campbell, their head of security, have hatched a foolproof scheme to get it back, but the long, involved plan may just complicate their relationship beyond repair.

WARNING: 18+ ONLY: This title contains graphic language, anal sex, regular sex, hotel sex, sex on a counter, sex in a bank vault, and makes mention of toys, drills, locks, blue diamonds, catsuits, and the holocaust.


Goldie murmured something, wiggling, and Campbell felt his cock stir. He smiled as he saw her hand working against the sheet. She was actually turning combinations in her sleep, not dreaming about him after all, but about cracking some safe. He chuckled to himself, deciding to give her something else to do with her hands.

"Baby," he whispered, wedging his cock against the crack of her ass. That made it quite stiff. "It's already open. You got your prize."

"Mmm," she murmured, reaching a hand back and clutching his hip. "I did," she agreed. "It was the best prize ever."

"But there's more where that came from."

She groaned, shaking her head and hiding her face in the pillow. "I don't think I have any fluids left in me."

"Don't make me go watch porn," Campbell teased, sliding a hand over her hip.

She laughed. "You have to pay extra for that."

"I think we used your credit card for the room," he mused, moving his hand down her belly, dipping a finger into her navel.

"I saw Poppy today." She wiggled around to face him, putting her arms around his neck, and the shock of her little breasts, nipples pressed into his chest, made his cock dance against her bare thigh.

"Don't try to change the subject," he warned, sliding a leg between hers, feeling the sweet slide of her pussy against his skin. "Besides, I know for a fact, he's got a crush on that Jenny."

"Campbell!" She protested, laughing, as he kissed her neck and shoulders, working his way slowly down to her breasts.

"I don't blame him." God he loved her breasts, so little and pert. Her nipples got hard as he licked and blew on them. He watched the skin around them pucker, delighted. "She's cute."


He lifted his head to look at her, seeing her smile. "Hey, did I say happy anniversary?"

"A few hundred times..." She ran a hand through his hair, eyes still sleepy and half-closed. "And if orgasms count, then... six more after that?"

He grinned. "Orgasms definitely count."

"Well then I owe you a few," she murmured, sliding her hand down over his chest, tweaking his nipple. That made his cock throb against her hip and he gasped as she grabbed it, tugging.

"Oh god. I'll never catch up," he protested, letting her roll him to his back.

She looked up from where she settled herself between his thighs, rubbing his cock against her cheek, her lips, teasing. "Remember the first time we did this?"

"Five years and I still can't think about any other woman." He smiled, watching her tongue sneak out, trailing around the head of his cock. That first lick was always pure heaven. He shivered.

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