HEADMASTER

  “I think we need to have a private meeting once I get there.” I notice the hitch of her breath when I mention a private meeting. She knows exactly what they entail—having her sprawled naked across my desk as I kiss every sweet part of her before pummelling my cock inside her heat.

  Just as I’m getting lost in the lust of my wife’s eyes, I feel a small yank on my trousers. “Daddy, put mum down!”

  Both Sasha and I laugh. Unfortunately he had learned this from Grayson. Every time he spots us in an embrace he makes a yucky sound and asks me to put Sasha down. Unfortunately you can’t say anything in front of kids. They lap up anything you say like a sponge—especially swear words.

  “Okay, buddy, let’s go.” Reluctantly, I pull away from Sasha and watch as she sashays down the hall towards the kitchen, deliberately swaying her hips as she does.

  “Temptress,” I mutter under my breath.

  “Daddy, what’s a temptress?”

  “Your mother,” I answer quickly, shaking my head as Sasha waves her wee fingers at us.

  “See you later, my favourite boys.”

  Lachlan runs into Sasha’s arms. She smiles, kisses his head, and says, “You be a good boy for Daddy now. Love you.”

  “Love you too, Mummy.”

  I see the aww moment in Sasha’s eyes as she watches him run back towards me, grabbing my hand.

  “Look forward to our meeting later.”

  “Me too,” she says with a wink before walking off.

  She turns suddenly towards me. “Oh, and don’t let Cheryl flirt with you.”

  I roll my eyes. My wife is convinced the teacher at Lachlan’s nursery has a crush on me.

  I sigh, momentarily lost in memories of Sasha and I having sex. We’re explosive when we get together—especially if Sasha’s possessiveness gets the better of her. I personally love her going cavewoman on me. She’s like an animal and I can’t get enough—even after all this time.

  I feel that yank on my trousers again. “Daddy, where you gone to?”

  I chuckle, because it’s near enough the same thing I say to him when he goes off into his own world.

  I ruffle my fingers through his blond hair. “I can’t tell you that until you’re older. Now, let’s get your coat on.”

  I help him into his coat before leaving in the bitter cold air. It’s near to the end of March, but it’s still snowing. We leave the house and make the twenty minute journey to Lachlan’s nursery.

  “Mr Lockhart,” Cheryl says as I approach. “How lovely to see you. No Lisa this morning?”

  I smile because I’m picturing Sasha pulling me into her possessively. I see the flutter of Cheryl’s eyelashes and the way she’s deliberately trying to get me to look in the direction of her cleavage with her hand. Now I can see exactly what Sasha’s talking about.

  “I decided to give her a break this morning.”

  “Oh, how lovely,” she chimes, licking her lips as she gives me the once over.

  “My mummy’s a temptress,” Lachlan suddenly chimes.

  I see the completely perplexed look on Cheryl’s face. “What?”

  “Err, it’s nothing,” I say quickly, handing her Lachlan’s bag before bending down to say goodbye to my boy. “One of us will be round to pick him up after three as normal.” I start to walk off, but not before hearing her voice.

  “Okay, bye, Mr Lockhart.”

  With my face flaming, I rush back to the car and make the short journey to my studio before parking up next to Sasha’s Range Rover. My cock stirs knowing that she’s in there waiting for me.

  I’m disappointed when I walk in and see she’s dealing with a customer. Luckily she’s wrapping one of my sketches up. I look up along the wall to see which one it is to find the one of the Edinburgh Castle missing.

  “Ah, there he is. Easton, meet Donna. She came in, bought your sketch, but was disappointed you weren’t here so she could meet you.”

  I smile politely at the lady, but all I can think about right now is my wife’s pussy, surrounding my cock.

  I shake her hand, nonetheless, offering her my best smile. “Nice to meet you, Donna.”

  She starts going all flustered. Her cheeks instantly redden. “Oh, it’s so nice to meet you too. Your artwork is stunning.”

  “Thank you.”

  “Here you go, Donna. Enjoy.” Sasha hands the sketch over and she takes it from her.

  “Thank you so much. No doubt I will be back for more. I’ve just moved into a bigger house and the walls look awfully bare.”

  “Well, we’re here to accommodate,” I answer, noticing her cheeks flush again.

  She stares at me a little before remembering herself. “Well, I better go. Thanks again.” She scurries off all in a fluster.

  “The ladies can’t get enough of my husband,” Sasha breathes out with a sultry smile, causing my loins to wake up.

  “Wait right there,” I say, quickly turning and running for the door. I turn the sign over and lock the door before stalking back towards my wife. “Meeting. Office. Now.”

  “Ooh, I love it when you order me about, boss.” She turns, and I watch as her hips sway towards the back door, emphasising her peachy bottom. When at the doorway, she grabs hold of the edge, purposefully running her fingers down the rim and back up again. “What points would you like to discuss?”

  She disappears through the doorway, and like a horny teenager, I follow her—my mouth practically hanging open. “Several things,” I whisper, catching up to her as she leans her arse on the edge of my desk. She hitches up her skirt, spreading those milky thighs of hers.

  “What might they be?”

  I close the distance, snuggling my hips in between her legs before thrusting my hardness into her. Her wide, lust-filled eyes meet mine and she gasps making my cock jerk.

  “One,” I say, hovering over her lips. Close, but not quite close enough. “I want to discuss how fucking perfect your legs are.” I run both hands up her thighs causing her to wriggle a little at my touch. “Two, I want to know just how wet you are for me.” I place a finger inside her damp knickers, already knowing just how soaked she is. “And three …”

  “I’m pregnant,” she suddenly blurts.

  Everything stops. Did I just hear correctly?

  “You’re what?”

  She smiles, still breathless from her want. “I was going to tell you afterwards, but I can’t keep it in any longer.”

  Then it really hits me. “You’re pregnant?” I ask, more urgent this time. She nods her head. “Sasha, that’s … fuck me!”

  “Language,” she admonishes.

  All thoughts of fucking her are momentarily ceased at the news. I cradle her stomach. “You’re really pregnant?”

  She nods, tears in her eyes. We had been trying for two years and had even started talking about IVF, so this news is the fucking best!

  “Oh my God! We’re going to have a baby!”

  She screeches, lunging at me, her arms hanging tightly over my neck. I almost choke on her hold, but I don’t care. My baby’s having my baby.

  “How far along are you?”

  She sniffles in the crook of my neck. “Around nine weeks. I have my first scan scheduled on the fourth of May.”

  “You kept that quiet from me.”

  “I found out yesterday. I suspected, but didn’t want to say anything for sure. You were working late last night, and by the time you got home—”

  “You were asleep in bed.”

  I remember how tired she used to get when she was pregnant with Lachlan. Now it all makes sense. The sleepiness, the nausea she felt which we both thought was some kind of bug. Apart from the tiredness she had been feeling better. We thought she had gotten over whatever it was.

  “This is amazing news, baby.” I pull her out of my arms and kiss her tightly. My need for her quickly resumes, and I can tell the feeling is mutual when she starts trying to yank my shirt off.

  “I need my husband,” she says, urgency in her v
oice.

  I smile because after everything my wife and I have been through, we still got through it all as we had each other. In a few years, Liam will be released from prison and I know she will be fearful of that, but we’ll get through that together, like we always do.

  Because no matter what life throws at us, one thing always remains the same.

  We were meant to be.

  So I resume my job at making my wife’s pleasure become mine and kiss her until her knees go weak. I then pull away, whispering, “You don’t need to tell me twice.”

  Afterword

  Please stay after reading my notes and acknowledgements for an excerpt of my stalker romance, Deviant, and my darkest book to date, Siren.

  Notes & Acknowledgements

  Headmaster seemed to take me forever to finish. I think that I became so used to writing dark subject matter that—perversely—normal, contemporary romance actually ended up being outside of my comfort zone. I know that probably sounds strange, but I suppose whatever one gets used to can start to seem normal after a time. In any case it took me on quite the journey, and I hope you like Sasha and Easton as much as I do!

  As always, I would love to thank a few people.

  Thank you to my PA, Sally-Ann Hall, who at RARE London did an absolutely fabulous job. You worked your butt off—not only for me, but for other authors as well. I’m truly grateful for that.

  To my betas, Lyndsey Wharton, Melanie Bünn, and Nicola Spears: Thank you so much for agreeing to beta Headmaster for me. I wanted complete honesty, and I knew I would get that from you lovely ladies. You pointed out some inconsistencies which were ironed out before I submitted it to my editor. That saved a lot of work, so thank you.

  To my ever-loyal and brilliant editor, Shannon Steed: You always go that extra mile, caring just as much about my books as I do. I always know once I have the book back that you have treated it as though it were your own. I know Headmaster was on the tightest deadline I’ve ever given you. I’m truly grateful. Thank you.

  Both Shannon and I wish to extend special thanks to Claudia Schoepper for her proofreading assistance. Shannon has told me that due to other time limitations, you expended a great deal of effort, and she couldn’t have completed this project without you.

  To Jodie Scott, thanks again for your legal input. You helped a lot when it came down to the details of the court case, so I’m very grateful for your time.

  To Wander Aguiar Photography: Thank you for a fantastic photograph of the very handsome Andrew Biernet.

  To Kellie Dennis from Book Cover By Design: What can I say about you? You always do a kick-arse cover. You never fail to disappoint, my friend. Thank you.

  To Leigh Stone from Formatting by Leigh: Thank you so much for formatting Headmaster. You’ve done most of my formatting for me, and the majority of the time, you’re also working on a very tight deadline. Having you on this project was obviously a no-brainer! The inside—as always—looks beautiful. Thank you.

  To Jo and Isa from Joandisalovesbooks: Thank you so much for working your butts off—as always—to promote Headmaster for me. You are my “go-to” ladies because you guys rock!

  Obviously, I can’t go without thanking my family. They support me one hundred percent, and for that, I’m extremely grateful. I love you all to bits!

  And to my readers: Thank you so much for sticking by me through the good and the bad. I know some of my work hasn’t been loved by all, so I’m eternally grateful for your loyalty. I will be bringing out more books as the year progresses, so I hope you enjoy most. Whatever the outcome—regardless of what your thoughts and feelings are and will be—I want you to know that I value all of it. I will always value your input. As I stated above, your feedback is what enables me to grow and develop as an author. I know I can do better. I can *always* do better.

  Love and light,

  Jaimie xx

  Excerpt from DEVIANT

  Prologue

  The George Pub, London, England, 2006

  “I’ve got a good one for you!” Mary’s squealing voice prompted our attention. “What is your darkest sexual fantasy? And I mean darkest. Don’t hold back. Betsy, let’s start with you.”

  Everyone turned their attention to Betsy, to the right of Mary. She looked embarrassed. It certainly was an embarrassing question. Although it would be interesting to see if anyone would be honest with their answers.

  “Um, I guess I’ve always wanted to be tied up.”

  Betsy blushed and Justin shouted, “Fuck, this is going to be interesting tonight!” Everyone giggled.

  When it was Justin’s turn, he looked at Betsy with a raised brow. “I would say I’ve always wanted to tie someone up.” Everyone chuckled.

  “What about you, Ben?” Mary asked.

  Scratching his head, Ben looked extremely uncomfortable. “I guess I’ve always fantasised about a girl forcing herself on me.”

  “You are fucking kidding me, right?” Justin screeched. “You’d need to pay someone to force their arse on you.” Justin shook his head in dismay. “As if a woman could ever force themselves on anyone.”

  “It does happen,” I protested. All eyes turned toward me.

  “Nah, can’t believe that.” Justin’s tone was belligerent.

  “You’re telling me a man can’t be raped?”

  “It’s a physical impossibility.” Justin was laughing at how preposterous he thought this all was.

  “If you don’t believe me, look it up. I’m sure you’ll find some cases.”

  “Okay, clever clogs, how come you know so much about it?” Justin looked at me with an amused smile. Enjoying the banter, everyone listened attentively.

  “I did an article in one of my classes about rape, and how it not only pertains to women. I’m telling you, it happens.” Taking a sip of my drink, I stared Justin down.

  “Okay, tell me. What’s your darkest sexual fantasy, Tyler?” Mary said, trying to get them back on track.

  I bit my lip, unprepared for the question to come to me so quickly. I didn’t know whether I wanted to share my darkest fantasy. I had never told anyone before.

  I had twenty pair of eyes now on me, waiting for my answer. Do I tell them? Or do I try and make something up?

  Fuck it, why shouldn’t I? It’s not as though it will ever happen in my lifetime. My fantasy is just too unreal to ever happen.

  “I’ve always wanted to have sex with a stranger.” I bit my lip again, wondering what the others may think of me.

  My best friend, Ian, frowned. “You mean meet someone in a club, or wherever, and have a one-night stand?”

  I shook my head. “No. I mean someone I have never met. A faceless man who comes to me in the dead of night.”

  Justin shrieked with laughter. “Shit, Tyler! Are you saying you want to be raped?”

  I threw him a dirty look. “Of course not, Justin. Don’t be crude. I mean a sexy stranger who I know nothing about. Someone I have no clue as to who he is.”

  Betsy’s eyes widened. “Oh, my god, Tyler. That really is dark. But I must admit—sexy!”

  I smiled. “Just like I thought.”

  Justin, not wanting to give up, states, “So you want a faceless man to come to you in the dead of night and have sex with you? With your permission, of course.”

  I nodded. “I believe that’s what I said.”

  Justin chuckled. “What’s your address again?”

  The room erupted in laughter. Glaring at Justin, I realised this was going to be a long night.

  Excerpt from SIREN

  Prologue

  I stand over my father’s grave, wiping the tears that threaten to fall onto the soil beneath my feet. I’m wearing a black dress, which is cut just above the knee, and on my feet is a pair of brand new, black and red Louboutin high heels. I scream class, but I am also the perfect image of a daughter in deep distress over her father’s untimely death.

  And what an untimely death it was.

  I clutch my chest, heav
ing sobs of grief as I bend down to lay new flowers at his grave. I have been coming here every single day, bringing new flowers to replace the old ones. I pick up yesterday’s flowers and toss them aside as I trace the line of my father’s name on his headstone.

  Here lies Richard Valentine, loving father to two daughters. Born 26th January 1970, Died 15th July 2016.

  That was three weeks ago. His body was found buried in Virginia Water in Surrey—only nineteen miles or so from where I live. He was buried deep, but a storm sixteen days ago unearthed his decaying body. He had a stab wound in his back which was determined to be the cause of his death. It was murder, of course, and it is only now that the police are investigating.

  At first, they thought he had run away—possibly met a girl, got swept off his feet, and was living by the beach, sipping cocktails with a buxom blonde. My sister kept on the case, though. She tried to tell them that it wasn’t like him to just disappear without at least keeping in touch. I vouched for her to the police, but I also reminded her of that time when he disappeared for a year without a trace and came back just as suddenly as he had left. I knew the real reason why, but I didn’t divulge it to my sister or to the police. That little secret was between Daddy and me alone. The two police officers gave each other that look… The one that says, “Yeah, there’s no foul play here.” They just thought he had found the girl of his dreams and was busy acting the part of the doting boyfriend to his new plaything.

  As I think on this, I stroke his grave tenderly and sweep away the leaves that have fallen from the nearby trees. I need to make sure that it is clean and tidy before kneeling down at his grave and throwing my arms over the gravestone. With my arms shielding me from anyone who may be watching, I take in a long, deep breath. A smirk rises on my face as I utter the words, “You always loved it when I threw my arms around you, didn’t you?” I sigh, scooting up to get closer to his headstone before spitting on his grave.