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Senator Maxwell Joseph has it all—money, power and good looks—the trifecta when it comes to attracting the ladies. He even has women willing to be tied up, spanked and fucked all while calling him Daddy, fulfilling his secret fantasy. On the night of his thirty-fifth birthday he finds a goddess waiting for him in his hotel room. She is beautiful, sexy and very willing, yet the fruit she offers is very forbidden. Not only at nineteen is she barely legal, but she is the daughter of his best friend and political advisor.
Mackenzie Wade has had a crush on the senator for years, and when an overheard phone call affords her the opportunity she needs to make her fantasies a reality, she jumps on the chance offering herself as a birthday gift.
Throwing caution to the wind, Max gives in to temptation and gives them both what they have been yearning for—a night filled with ropes, floggers and toe-curling sex. Although satiated, one night of passion wasn’t enough for either of them, and they began a clandestine affair.
The solid ground on which he’d built his career now began to shift as his wants and dreams for the future began to change. In what he can only describe as a landslide, Max hold on tight to the only thing that he can, Kenzie, and goes on the ride of his life, knowing all along that in the end, he may have to make a choice between the woman of his fantasies and his career.
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“Happy Birthday, Senator Joseph,” the valet said as he took my keys.
“Thank you,” I replied, heading into the overpriced restaurant. It was the most expensive restaurant in San Francisco, and therefore the location of my party. My mother went all out for this one—my thirty-fifth birthday.
The hostess led me to a lavishly decorated private room. She’d been eye fucking me the entire way, so I wasn’t surprised when she touched my hand and whispered in my ear. “Happy birthday, Senator. If there is anything I can do to make this day memorable, please don’t hesitate to let me know.”
Those types of propositions were nothing new to me. Hell, I got them every day. I was attractive, single, and powerful—the trifecta when it came to gaining the attention of women.
I was one of the youngest senators in the country and knew I was good looking. My daily workouts showed in my toned physique. I had the classic all-American boy looks—dark brown hair and “honest eyes”—or so I’d been told. Mirror images of my mother’s, they were a rich shade of brown with flecks of green in them. I wasn’t overly tall, but my six foot two frame gave off a vibe that was powerful, yet not particularly intimidating. I’d learned early on that people were drawn to me and often followed my lead, something I’d learned to use to my advantage. Tonight, though, I wasn’t interested in the attention from the waitress; she wasn’t really my type. Besides, I knew I’d have half a dozen more offers before the night was through.
I stood in the doorway, taking in the scene before me. There was a large table in the center that dominated the entire room. Balloons covered almost every inch of the ceiling, and my friends and family mingled about, making small talk and eating hor d’oeuvres.
For a moment, I considered blowing off the party, pretending I was sick or that there was an emergency, but I knew I couldn’t. As much as the little devil sitting on my shoulder wanted me to leave and go find some real fun, the angel sitting opposite him convinced me otherwise.
The angel didn’t always win out, though. In fact, that little devil won out more often than I’d care to admit. I was relatively sure he would be having his fun later, and that seemed to placate him enough for the time being.
Scanning the crowd again, I saw my three sisters standing together near the bar enjoying a private conversation, and on the other side of the room, my mother and father talking with some guests. Wanting to avoid the barrage of questions I’d be getting from my nosey sisters about my love life, I headed in the direction of my parents.
“Maxwell!” my mother smiled as I walked up to the small group. “Happy birthday.” She gave me a warm hug.
“Happy birthday, Son,” my father said, shaking my hand firmly.
“Well, happy birthday, Mr. Senator,” a hot redhead said, trying her best to do a Marilyn Monroe impression. She was a bit much for me; I couldn’t help but notice her tits that were pressed together and falling out of her emerald green dress.
“Maxwell, this is Tiffany, my niece,” Gary, a local business tycoon, said by way of introduction. “She’s visiting from New York.”
“I thought I’d check out the other coast. Maybe you can take me out and show me a good time while I’m here,” she purred.
The little devil on my shoulder did a happy dance at how whorishly easy this woman was.
“Well, um, it was nice to meet you, Tiffany,” my mother said, though years of living with her told me that she meant the exact opposite.
I agreed with her assessment. The woman was hot, and while in theory I’d love to fuck her, she’d be nothing but trouble. After dismissing her with a promise to check my schedule and get back to her, I made my rounds, thanking all of the local businessmen and politicians who had come to wish me a happy birthday. Finally, I spotted my best friend and political advisor.
“Hey, Carter,” I said, walking up and giving him a genuine smile.
“Happy birthday, Max. Enjoying your party?” he asked with a grin. He knew I hated this shit, though it was sweet of my mother to plan it for me. “I’ll give you your gift later,” he added.
The smile on his face left me no doubt as to what the “gift” would be. I was sure it would be some hot girl who knew exactly what I liked. Carter was great for discretely getting me women who enjoyed my “preferences.”
Ha, preferences! You mean to say that you enjoy Dominating women. Tying them up…spanking them…having them submit to your will, the little devil spoke in my head.
I was distracted from my internal monologue by the presence of a goddess who’d glided over and stood between Carter and myself. A small section of her hair was pulled up into a clip, leaving the rest of the caramel colored locks to cascade down her back in loose curls. She looked familiar, yet I couldn’t place where I’d seen her.