Good Girls Like it Dirty

Good Girls Like it Dirty

by Carmen Falcone

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Monique Drummond needs to focus on studying for an exam that will open doors for her, but right now she can't get her mind off her sexy boss. Her desire for him has some seriously racy fantasies rising to the surface and she can't concentrate on anything other than being a hot distraction for him too.

After all, Monique isn't sticking around much longer, and she's all too willing to make a sinfully wicked deal with the man who wants nothing more than a thirty-day, all-access pass to her body. This good girl can be on pause for a short time while they both live out their dirty fantasies with no strings attached...

Each book in the Dirty Debts series is STANDALONE:
* Good Girl Gone Bad
* Good Girls Like it Dirty
* Good Girl's Bad Lessons

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781640636354
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Publication date: 08/20/2018
Series: Dirty Debts , #2
Sold by: Macmillan
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 193
Sales rank: 156,594
File size: 1 MB

About the Author

Carmen Falcone learned at an early age that fantasizing about fictional characters and places beat doing Math homework any day. She’d always dreamed of becoming a published writer, though life and its surprises often got in the way. After her daughter was born, she revisited that dream of writing – this time, unwilling to give it up. She lives in Austin and enjoys reading, traveling and spending time with her family and three high energy pugs.

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Zaine Cavanaugh pulled his Mercedes AMG-GT into the luxurious garage of his Hollywood Hills home. His cell phone rang. He glanced at the screen, pinching the bridge of his nose. Why the hell did Doug think he needed nursing after the separation? With a sigh, he tapped on the green button. "Hello."

"Hey, man. Wife asked if you wanted to join us for dinner tonight," his friend said. "Just a few people," he added in a low voice.

Zaine didn't answer right away. If it was going to be a couples' night, he didn't want to go. Doug knew damn well he didn't have a plus-one, not since his wife left him.

"Not just couples," Doug said after clearing his throat.

What part of not feeling like socializing didn't people get? Most likely this was a pity invite to get him out of the house. Zaine shut the door of his car with one hand while holding his phone with the other. He glanced around, as he'd done for the past four weeks, mentally counting the three cars in his four-car garage. The one missing belonged to Ashley, who had made it clear she wasn't coming back, something Doug already knew.

"Zaine?" Doug called on the other end of the line. "Are you there?"

"Yeah, I'm here," Zaine said, closing the garage door with a click. "Sure. I'll be there. Text me the details. Gotta go," he said, and slid his phone back in his jacket.

He'd told Doug he wasn't a neglected child after a tumultuous divorce who needed extra attention or shiny new toys. At least his buddy Nico invited him for drinks and didn't insist on talking about his failed marriage. She'd left him. It was over.

Zaine drew in a breath. At thirty-six years old, he'd acquired all the toys he could ever want. The only thing he'd missed had been turning his house into a cozy home, because Ashley had been more career obsessed than he, and after four years of marriage, their differences finally pulled them apart. He'd always wanted to start a family, and after losing his twin brother Zachary a couple of years prior, he'd begun to question his own mortality, and the desire had only increased.

Ashley didn't even want to talk about having children, let alone act on it. The last time they'd had sex, days before she'd left him, had been tepid at best.

Zaine opened the door, tossed his keys on the console table, then undid his tie and loosened his collar. He'd change into sports clothes and go for a hike. Exercise always gave him a new perspective on things.

Approaching the hallway leading to his bedroom, he heard a couple of moans. He frowned. Had Ashley returned? No way those moans were coming from her. Maybe I left some porn on my home laptop. For the past few weeks, he'd made do by himself. He'd counted on the sinful pleasures of the internet to watch soft porn videos and punish his meat. He'd been too busy with work and perfecting the bid for the Lara Annick account he hoped to nail to go out and meet women.

The closer his footfalls veered toward the bedroom, the louder the moans echoed in his ears. His cock strained against his pants, and he curled his fists. No, Ashley's moans weren't anything like the wild sounds echoing out of his domain. These whimpers were hella sexy, raw.

He walked into his room, and the first thing he saw was a luscious blonde woman occupying his large bed. Zaine took a step back and swallowed.

Monique, the French maid Ashley had hired a few months ago, squirmed on his bed with her eyes closed. She lay between the pillows, her plain black trousers curled below her knees. She'd hiked up her shirt, which revealed her large tits and engorged nipples. His fingers tingled to touch the pink peaks, squeeze them.

He blinked, wondering if this was one of those crazy, realistic dreams. Then he blinked again, but the surroundings didn't change. Sweat slicked his forehead, and his heart drummed like ancient African music.

She shoved two fingers into her shaved pussy. God. He licked his lips, wondering how sweet she'd taste. Arousal moved through him, expanding and searing his insides.

He'd only seen her a couple of times, since she usually cleaned their house while he and Ashley were at work. Of course he'd noticed her beauty, but as a married man — albeit an unhappy one — he'd never dwelled on her looks for too long. After all, she had to be at least a decade younger than him.

"Monsieur Zaine," she whispered.

He expected her to reach for him, but she kept flicking her clit madly, bucking her round hips into her hand. She hadn't seen him.

Shit. She's fucking herself in my bed and calling my name. Zaine's throat thickened, and his cock grew painfully hard. What would she do if he joined her? He should leave, but like some horny and dirty pervert, he loitered, unable to yank his gaze away.

Monique murmured things in French, and he mentally slapped himself for not mastering the language in college. He'd been too focused on making money and working his ass off. He'd learned Spanish, for the benefit of dealing with foremen and construction workers when needed. And now she spoke in the sexiest accent ever as she fingered her pussy so hard he heard the sound from her fingers slamming into her wet juicy cunt.

Desire pounded in his temples, blurring his vision. He stood several feet from a hot semi-naked woman, and he'd give anything to taste her, then flip her on her stomach and screw her from behind. He'd take her with powerful thrusts while holding her hips in place. She'd moan and call his name without the mister title — though the formality made it even hotter. She could monsieur him all she wanted.

She cupped her full breast with one hand, her finger circling the pink nipple. Blood rushed to his dick so fast that he felt dizzy for a moment. His cock was so engorged, it strained for release. If he didn't do anything, he'd come in his pants like some desperate teenager.

Ping. The text message alert managed to burst the hazy bubble. He was about to speak when her eyes flew open and she turned her head in his direction. Gasping, she immediately sat up straight. A lovely shade of red spread across her cheeks.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, pulling down her shirt and swinging one leg over the other as she slid out of the bed.

His heart raced, and he felt like a sixteen-year-old caught looking at dirty magazines. Still, he kept his cool. "I could ask you the same thing, though it's obvious," he said, trying hard not to sound creepy. She'd masturbated in his bedroom, in his bed while on the clock. Why did he owe her any explanations?

"Incroyable. How rude. You watched me while I pleasured myself," she said, her green eyes widening.

A pang of annoyance laced her voice, like he'd somehow intruded on her and had no right to do so. He cleared his throat. "I didn't come home early because I thought I'd find my maid fucking herself on my bed."

She smoothed her hand over her shirt and pants. A dangerous sparkle gleamed in her eyes. "For your information, Monsieur, I had finished cleaning and thought I was alone."

"Is this how you reward yourself after completing a job?" he asked, hoping to dispel some of the tension. Images of her playing with herself in his bed flooded his mind, and he willed them away. He'd make good use of them later, but getting rid of his boner was already a tough task.

Her expression softened, and she sized him up. "Why? Would that make you come home early more often?" she asked in a sweet voice, and he wondered if she meant it as an invitation or if the French beauty mocked him.

"It'd be a good incentive." He closed the gap between them, easily towering over her. She worried her bottom lip. Those plump, kissable lips belonged around his cock, with her sinful tongue licking him, lapping at his flesh with abandon. The image shot another arrow of lust through him, and he wrestled his own desire to keep upright. "Don't you think?" he said, his finger grazing her cheek.

He felt her tremble under his touch. Oh, yeah. Encouraged, he traced the line of her delicate jaw with the tip of his finger. Zings of awareness shot up his wrist and arm. She kept her gaze locked on his. Specks of gold flickered in the depths of her darkening green eyes. He broke the stare as he glanced down her neck, and to his satisfaction, the main vein in her graceful neck pulsed. "You called my name when you touched yourself. Why? If you didn't know I was in the room."

"I ..." She opened her mouth, but hesitated.

He slid his finger to her neck, feeling the power of her pulse. She wanted him. Why was she holding back? "I can take you to bed and we'll finish what you started. Just say the word," he said, adamant on ensuring she knew he wouldn't push her.

"I'm flattered, but I can't," she said, then repeated it louder, as if she needed to hear it herself. "I can't." She pulled away from him, stepping back then circling around him, heading for the door.

"Why not?"

She turned around and gave him a mischievous smile. "Please don't follow my lead and touch yourself in the fresh bedsheets. It'd be a shame to stain the two thousand count threads."

A wave of heat moved across his face, a feeling he had never experienced before. Was he ... blushing in front of a woman? She marched out of his bedroom, and he followed her. "Wait. Are you just going to leave?"

She came to a halt and tossed him a glance in the hallway. "Yeah I'm done, Monsieur. When you pay me through direct deposit, make sure you add a fat tip for gawking shamelessly at the help. See you next week," she said like it was no big deal and sauntered away.

He stood there, looking as her curvy backside swayed from view, wondering what the hell just happened. His cell phone pinged again. Annoyed, he fished it out of his pocket and glanced at the text message from Doug with the time of the dinner later on.

Yeah. He'd go out to forget about the naughty naked maid on his bed, but first he'd have to take a cold shower.

* * *

"Monique, how are we doing?" Paula asked, popping her head in the kitchen.

Monique glanced at the tray of smoked salmon canapés. "I'm just about to bring these out."

Paula tossed her long brown hair to the side. "Good. I worried tonight would be a disaster," she said dramatically, and when she gestured with her hands her Tiffany bangles shook.

"Not a chance," Monique said. Hours earlier, her client had called to beg her to come over and wait a dinner. Apparently, the catering company she'd hired bailed on her at the last minute, and Paula had been able to find a chef, but she still needed help to serve the food. Monique inwardly shrugged. No big deal. Hey, she was happy to take their money and do the work for them. The interesting thing about rich people was most of the time they didn't think they could do trivial things on their own.

"What are you doing later tonight?" Glen, the chef, asked her.

Not you, that's for sure. The five-foot-six cook with a pretentious curly mustache had some nerve to ask her out. He'd been eyeing her ever since she'd arrived to prep the canapés an hour earlier, even though they'd barely exchanged more than a few words. "I'll be busy," she said.

"All right. You're a hard-to-get girl. I can appreciate that." He lifted his hands in surrender, but his eyes didn't leave her face.

She decided to ignore him and glanced at the tray of food she was carrying.

Hard to get? Glen wouldn't have thought so if he had seen her sprawled on her architect boss's bed earlier. Her afternoon had been far from ordinary. She'd cleaned the Cavanaugh house as usual, then for the first — or, okay, maybe the second — time, she'd touched herself on his bed. She wished she didn't fantasize about him, but his strong physique and sexy lips intruded in her mind whenever she least expected it. It didn't matter that he had shared the bed with his wife in the past. Monsieur Zaine was now a free man, even if not legally — his wife had left weeks ago, and in Monique's fantasies he was finally available.

God. He had been available too when she'd first seen him gawking at her in his room with specks of fire gleaming in his gorgeous brown eyes. The fire of a man who wouldn't hesitate to screw her.

Thrills of excitement moved through her, her nipples hardening against the pale pink uniform Paula had given her to wear. A small white apron was wrapped around her waist, and she'd chosen to complete the look with nude- colored pumps she'd bought on sale.

Monsieur Zaine ... Fantasizing about him had been wrong and sinful. Her mom had raised her better than that.

A man fresh out of marriage.

A man who was older, more experienced, and ... sexy as hell.

Her pussy clenched. No wonder she'd masturbated in his bed. It made her feel mischievous, and it addressed the tension stirring in her every time she stared at the family pictures in his house. One in particular: when he'd been jet skiing — she'd shamelessly stolen that one — with his chest fully exposed. The ridges and planes of his muscly pecs would make a bodybuilder jealous, and would make any woman with a vagina super wet.

What would he ever see in a twenty-five-year-old foreigner who was a far cry from his age-appropriate, classy, soon-to-be ex-wife? Even though Miss Ashley was a mega-bitch, guys like him mostly saw her good side.

She stepped into the ginormous living area and plastered on a smile as she held the plate with quiet dignity. She'd enrolled in an intensive English course, and she still had two months left in her American adventure before she had to ace a proficiency test in English. She wanted to fulfill her longtime dream of teaching children with a renowned organization in Africa, but to qualify she needed high marks on said exam. She'd worked in France as a kindergarten teacher and also moonlighted as a barista for two years to save enough money to come to Los Angeles and support herself for six months. Besides, a friend of hers had lined up a job as a live-in nanny. Unfortunately, the deal had fallen through the week she left France, but she decided to go anyway. So, yeah, living in Los Angeles cost a lot more than she'd anticipated. To make ends meet, she'd taken any illegal gig she could land, spared every penny she managed, and lived frugally.

"Monique." Paula gestured from feet away, shaking those annoying bangles. "Here."

Monique headed to the small group of impeccably dressed people gathered around the owner of the house. Doug, Paula's husband, was telling a story and most of them paid attention to him, while a couple of guests grabbed canapés and mouthed "thank you."

"This is Monique, our cleaning gal. The one I told you about. She's phenomenal," Paula said, and just then Monique realized she'd been talking to a slinky Asian woman. "You have to try her, Lee."

Frustration beat at the base of her throat. Sure, Paula's heart was in the right place, but why not introduce her like a human being instead of talking about her like she was an appetizer? Like I'm not as good as them. The bitter thought cloaked her like black smoke, but she willed it away. No one treated her that way anymore.

"Do you have a card?" Lee asked, and her eyes seemed to carry a touch of apology.

"I'll text you her info," Paula said before Monique could reply.

Monique's eyes started to roll, but she caught herself in time. I better get good tips for this. "It's been a pleasure, madam." Monique offered her a diplomatic nod.

"Thanks, I'll be in touch. Love your accent by the way," Lee said.

"Isn't she a doll?" Paula said, butting in. "Feel free to walk around, Monique." Paula gestured, reminding Monique of her place. Monique again fought the need to roll her eyes. Snotty people reminded her of the father she'd lost to a new family — who'd used her modest upbringing as a weapon.

Sighing, she skimmed the living area. Some guests sat on either side of the L-shaped sofas while others stood. Soothing bossa nova music played in the background, and Monique wished she'd feel more serene.

She circled between people, and the tray was almost empty when she heard a deep masculine voice behind her. "Monique?"

The little hairs at the back of her neck stood on end. Drawing in a breath, she turned on her heel to meet the man who had the power to send her hormones into overdrive with one single word.

Dressed in a long-sleeved black shirt with an open collar and dark denim jeans, Zaine looked as hot as ever. He regarded her with a special interest; specks of silver flickered around his sultry brown irises.

"Fancy meeting you here, Monsieur Zaine," she said, though she should have guessed he would be attending. Zaine and Doug were friends, and Paula had been the one who recommended her cleaning services to Ashley. "Care for an appetizer?" she asked, wishing her voice didn't tremble at the end.


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Good Girls Like it Dirty 4.1 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 9 reviews.
Wait-What More than 1 year ago
This book definitely delivers in the erotic department and there is actually a bit of a sweet story here between Monique and Zaine. I enjoyed this story but I want a little more plot and character development even from the erotic romance genre. The book is well written and has a lot of heat but I found myself liking these characters enough that I really wanted to get to know them better. I voluntarily read and reviewed an advanced copy of this book. All thoughts and opinions are my own.
UpAllNightBB More than 1 year ago
2.5 Stars Review by Nancy Late Night Reviewer Up All Night w/ Books Blog I love a good erotic romance as much as the next and Good Girls Like It Dirty by Carmen Falcone is definitely erotic. It was a fast paced read with a whole lot of steamy scenes. The story was a bit of a cliche, but it was witty and enjoyable at times. The book starts of with Zaine a recently separated man walking in on his maid, Monique, masturbating in his bed while calling out his name. That is all it took for Zaine to be infatuated with his french maid. After Monique has an altercation with one of her clients, she starts losing work. She becomes distraught wondering how she will pay for school and bills. That is until Zaine swoops in and offers her a deal she can’t refuse- an immensely large amount of money for her time... and sex. This book although well written, was more focused on the sex than it was on an actual story. As someone who can appreciate a good sex scene, I felt the story fell through the cracks as it came second to the sex. I would have liked more character development and plot. There were times when the story started picking up and was enjoyable but it just didn't feel complete. I can’t completely dismiss this book as the writing was good, this story just wasn’t for me.
Dina1 More than 1 year ago
Excuse me while I ice my fingers and put drops in my eyes. This was one hot, delicious story. You know the joke about the French maid, well this isn't it, but we do have one sexy French maid and a fairly new separated husband who has decided to shut himself off from any dalliances. She cleans his apartment and one day he catches her on his bed pleasing herself and is instantly in lust with her. They're both physically enthralled with each and want to make sure it stays that way with no emotional entanglements; so it isn't long before an "arrangement" is made. This is all I'm giving you, cause anything else would just scorch your eyeballs. Pick up this amusing and erotic story and learn what ups and downs they go through to eventually get their happy ending, which by the way is while their flying to Africa and yes, the definitely join the Mile High Club. The author's books keep getting better, always filled with laughter and love, but the journey there is what makes the story.
Dina1 More than 1 year ago
Excuse me while I ice my fingers and put drops in my eyes. This was one hot, delicious story. You know the joke about the French maid, well this isn't it, but we do have one sexy French maid and a fairly new separated husband who has decided to shut himself off from any dalliances. She cleans his apartment and one day he catches her on his bed pleasing herself and is instantly in lust with her. They're both physically enthralled with each and want to make sure it stays that way with no emotional entanglements; so it isn't long before an "arrangement" is made. This is all I'm giving you, cause anything else would just scorch your eyeballs. Pick up this amusing and erotic story and learn what ups and downs they go through to eventually get their happy ending, which by the way is while their flying to Africa and yes, the definitely join the Mile High Club. The author's books keep getting better, always filled with laughter and love, but the journey there is what makes the story.
Tink4evr More than 1 year ago
Zaine and Monique are not your typical couple or love story. It has shades of a Cinderella theme with a lot more heat. They spend an enormous amount of time steaming up the sheets. They both have good intentions and eventually get the outcomes they are searching for together.
Lorizen More than 1 year ago
Deliciously dirty! This book is a fairly quick read but packs a lot of heavy duty steam between the pages. When Zaine comes home from work early to hear moaning coming from his bedroom he follows the sounds. Is his soon to be ex wife here? Why would she be? Pushing the door open he finds their beautiful, young cleaning woman spread out on top of his bed pleasuring herself and moaning his name, in french. When he lets a groan sneak out, her eyes flash open and she's angry he was peeping at her! She was pure sass! They meet again at a dinner party hosted by snotty friends. The night does not end well for Monique. Monique is from France, french is her first language. She's in the US to learn English hopefully to land a job with an international business teaching children in Africa. It's her dream. She taught school in France. Thinking she would pick up English quicker here, she's a student in ESL and cleans and does odd jobs to make ends meet. Zaine and his wife had drifted apart, they are also business partners. Zaine has always wanted a family, his wife put her career first, even before him. The split was amicable. Zaine is taken with Monique, he catches on quickly that because of a problem with a mutual friend, she's lost business. He understands she lives meagerly and her livelihood is dependent on her cleaning jobs. So to keep her, and keep her he offers her money in exchange for their time together. Wow is she angry. When he convinces her that he's not paying her for sex, he's paying for the time they spend together it's more palatable for her. Also knowing she's leaving in two months. She accepts. These two have explosive chemistry. Monique is playful and seductive, yet intelligent. She's a total tease and he teases her right back. I really enjoyed these two together as a couple, not just in the rack. Both intelligent and you could see things getting a little deeper as the time went on. Zaine took a lot of flack from many of his so called friends over her. His attitude was a plus for me, he didn't really care. When their was an incident with one of the women speaking rudely to Monique, she stood up for herself but it was Zaine who finished off the job. Not before Monique got the last word in. As time grew closer to her leaving, Zaine found himself faced with several things, a crap twist to the story courtesy of her ex, and also his feelings for her. Monique had her own things to deal with and took her ESL test early and booked an early return back to France. The story doesn't end there, but my review does. You have to read the book. Yes this book has steamy sex in abundance. It also has two great characters and a plot! I loved the story! It's well worth the read. 4.5 Stars *advanced reader copy from NetGalley and Entangled for an honest review. All thoughts and opinions are my own.*
MoniqueD More than 1 year ago
When Zaine Cavanaugh came home early from work, he hadn’t expected to catch his maid being naughty. Sure, he had noticed she was pretty, but Zaine’s marriage had been dying a slow death, and he hadn’t given a closer look at the hired help. Until that day. That’s when his libido suddenly kicked into high gear. Monique, his sexy French maid, had only a few months left in California before leaving for Africa to teach, and when she gives him all the signs that she’s also very interested in his person, Zaine knows just what to do: she will be all his for those few weeks. Without giving away any spoilers, GOOD GIRLS LIKE IT DIRTY has a rather loaded premise, and only Carmen Falcone could navigate those traitorous waters with such ease, and make an erotic romance so sweet and satisfying. Zaine is entirely different from the type of hero who usually stars in this sort of story: he fully enjoys that Monique is an active and very willing participant in their physical relationship; he is not a dictatorial a-hole. Monique is no-nonsense, level-headed, and unapologetic about what she wants; she is very secure sexually, which came as a most welcome breath of fresh air. The dialogues are inspired, going from raunchy to clever and good-natured; I loved how naturally Zaine and Monique related to each other. It was easy to see the respect and affection developing into something more. There are a lot of sexy times, some light non-offensive BDSM, and some adult role-playing. And what a joy that no misunderstanding tarnished the whole affair! Our couple knows how to communicate, which was crucial when a startling plot twist occurred. Don’t be fool by this very pretty cover, this is hot stuff!
Linda__ More than 1 year ago
This book was a mixed bag for me. I liked the characters, but didn't really feel connected to them until I was half-way through the book. As a result, the explicit scenes just felt blah until the half-way point. Once I reached that point, though, I began to care about Zaine and Monique and feel invested in their story. Additionally, while the trope of French maid with the man of the house is a fun and sexy one, once it flirted with prostitution, it felt a bit off. I am a fan of the author and have her at the top of my must read authors' list. Her fans will want to put this one their TBR list. Others might want to start with a different one of her books, as this novel doesn't showcase her talent.
Lashea677 More than 1 year ago
Monique never knew she had a naughty side. Meeting Zaine is the match that sets fire to the long dormant flame in her soul. Zaine's hoping to find forever. She only has right now. With her dream job on the horizon, Monique is just looking for a little fun. Zaine has had his fun and wants a chance at finding his Ms. Right, but plans have a way of changing. Will these two stop living in the moment for a chance at something a bit more permanent? Count on Carmen Falcone to set fire to the senses. From laugh out loud moments, to life changing decisions on top of some sensual delight, Good Girls Light It Dirty is a book that tempts even the hardest of hearts.