Playing Mr. Perfect (18+)

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This is a standalone spinoff and features side characters of The Vanderbrooke Universe. This book is 18+! Roxanne Robertson is living her best life. She owns her own art gallery, is a successful artist and loves to party. She doesn't do 'relationships' of any kind, keeping herself closed off and unavailable. Her spunky attitude, lack of impulse control and wild side have gotten her into trouble on more than a few occasions. Greyson Beckett is an all star NHL player and is incredible at everything he does, both on and off the ice. The media have dubbed him 'Mr. Perfect'. However there is a side to Greyson that not many see. His humble beginnings and kind heart has left him with a yearning to find his Mrs. Perfect and make her his. These two share one wild night of passion after meeting briefly during a night out partying. But Roxy can't get him out of her head and Greyson spends months trying to find her. What happens when Greyson becomes Roxy's subject for her next commissioned painting, six months later? They are forced to spend months together in her studio. The sexual chemistry is undeniable to begin with but add to that the fact that the portrait is of Greyson naked and sparks are sure to fly. Will Roxy be able to deny her feelings or will she fall into the spell that is Mr. Perfect?

Romance / Erotica
Zondra Allison
Age Rating:


This is a standalone spinoff featuring characters from The Vanderbrooke Universe. It is not necessary but I do recommend reading my other books first! The reading order can be found on my page!


“Hey! Fu...” Stopping myself, I smiled at Mrs. Leroy before turning slowly towards my assistant. “Elijah. Please bring out the Thompson Twelve painting as well. Mrs. Leroy would like to add it to her collection.”

The prim and proper woman smiled gracefully; her hands clasped at her waist. Her sun hat was too large for her face along with her glasses but I truly didn’t care what she looked like or what she wore. The fact that she had just dropped 12 grand in the matter of minutes was all that I cared about.

Elijah came from the back holding a painting up for her to see. She gave a curt nod of her head, and he took it over to the desk, pulling out the brown parchment paper as he began to wrap it.

Her little purse dog yipped in excitement as she patted his head. That was the only reason why she wanted the painting. The meaning behind it meant nothing to her. She hadn’t even asked.

The painting showcased 12 Chihuahuas. They were lined up in front of a beautiful lake in the park. It had been the man that captured my attention, though. When I had asked to take a picture of him and his dog, he had politely declined having his photo taken but had allowed me to photograph the dog.

I had watched the man and woman with him get into an argument. It was the emotions that had taken over his face that had ensnared my attention. Each Chihuahua captured one of the emotions that I had witnessed. Interest, joy, surprise, sadness, anger, disgust, contempt, self-hostility, fear, shame, shyness and lastly guilt.

“Here you are, ma’am.” Elijah added the painting to the other two lying on the counter next to her before returning to the back room. After she had paid and left, I locked the door and went to go find him.

Of course, I found him sitting on his phone, playing Candy Crush. “I swear to god, I am going to fire you.” Kicking him in the shin, he jumped up with a howl, glaring at me as he stood straight. He always did that to intimidate me. I was on the shorter side, and he liked to think that I was afraid of him. I really wasn’t. “Help me clean this place up, you fuck. And quite playing games on my dime!”

I was already walking away as he called out after me, but I simply ignored him. He was not only my assistant but my best friend. The best any girl could ask for. Assistant on the other hand, not so much. However, I trusted him with my life’s work and that was more than enough reason to keep him around.

When he did work, he was efficient, but it was hard to get him motivated. I was in the front of the store, closing out the till when he joined me, wiping his brow. He actually had a little sweat there. Good. About damn time.

“Hurry the hell up, woman. I am more than ready for drinks!” Elijah slapped my ass, making me drop the money in my hand as I squealed.

He loved making me scream. “You little shit! I have told you not to do that. Keep your filthy hands to yourself.”

“I have filthy hands?” His eyes moved over my body before looking back in my eyes. “Hon, you are the definition of dirty.”

My head tilted to the side as I looked up then back at him. “Point taken.” I could admit it. I was a little dirty at times. I liked a good fuck.

He followed me to the safe, talking about some girl that he had met last week. I just rolled my eyes. It was the same story as every other time. He was already in love; she was not wanting a relationship. Every man, every woman that he ever dated, it was the same thing. I didn’t understand it to be honest. He was an amazing guy, but he did fall hard and fast.

“Is Robyn coming?” He asked as we walked to the back of the store, holding the door open for me before walking through it.

I locked the door as he shut it, then smiled at him as I turned. “Of course, she is.”

“Great, I am the odd man out again and get to sit and watch you both get hit on all night and you leave with some scum bag.” Elijah trailed behind me as he muttered, jumping into the passenger side of my car.

“I could just leave with you.” Winking at him, I started the car, putting it into gear and backing out of the stall.

He groaned, his head falling against the back headrest as his head turned toward me. “Don’t start with that again.”

It was my favorite thing to do. It had originally been a serious proposition, but it had become a regular thing that I liked to tease him about. He was the smarter of the two of us and had refused to have sex with me. The tension did get pretty thick from time to time but we always managed to keep ourselves under control. Well, he did anyway. Thank God one of us was strong willed.

“Do you need to stop by your place to change or are you good with what you have on?” My head turned to take a quick glance at the burgundy dress shirt and black slacks he was currently wearing.

Shrugging his shoulders, he unbuttoned the cuffs of his dress shirt and rolled the sleeves up. “I’m good like this. The sooner I get a drink in my hand the better.”


“Damn girl, is that what you are going to wear?” My sister’s eyes slid over my body, the corner of her mouth pulling down. “Isn’t that a little...”

“Revealing?” Chuckling, I spun in a circle, the short skirt flowing up to reveal the booty shorts I had on underneath.

Elijah groaned, pulling me toward the doors of the club with a shake of his head. “Stop showing your perfect little ass off to the rest of the world.”

The wolf whistle from the men in the line behind us told me that I had indeed flashed the world, but I could care less. Within minutes we were seated at a table and had drinks in front of us. Elijah had two. The girl that he had been seeing two days prior had really done a number on him. Although I am sure he was taking it harder than necessary.

“That guy hasn’t taken his eyes off you since we walked in.” Elijah grumbled and I followed his stare to a table of men approximately 15 feet away. Our eyes connected and the butterflies in my stomach were instantaneous.

Holy motherfucking shit balls.

Now that was a good-looking man.

“He looks familiar but it’s too dark in here.” Robyn’s finger tapped her chin as she watched the man smile in my direction, lifting his drink in the air before taking a sip.

When he set the glass down, his hand rubbed over his dirty blonde hair, pushing it out of his face as his friend nudge him in the ribs, laughing as he tried to get his attention. His perfectly chiseled jaw line was on display as his head turned toward the man sitting next to him.

Fuck me.

Actually yes, that was an amazing idea.

Just as I went to stand up from my chair, Elijah grabbed onto my arm, forcing me to remain seated. “We just got here, Roxy. Chill the fuck out and put your vagina on hold for a few minutes.”

“Or you could hold my vagina.” Winking at him, I laughed at his scowl as his head moved from side to side, but his smile quickly followed.

Elijah clasped his hands together under his chin as he looked up to the roof. “Lord help her. Please grace her with a modicum of decency. Even just a wee tiny bit.”

“Oh, shut up.” He jumped away as I playfully swatted at his chest, sticking his tongue out at me. “You know you love it.”

“I do.” He sighed wistfully as he picked up his drink and took a sip through the straw. “But I don’t know how much longer I will have the willpower to reject you.”

“You two really should just fuck and get it over with. I have been watching you dance around it for the past 7 years. Who knows, maybe that is what you two have been missing this entire time. You are more like a couple than anyone I know.” Robyn picked up her drink and nudged both of our glasses. “Cheers to you both. Now fuck.”

Rolling my eyes, I picked up my drink but sent a playful wink to Elijah whose cheeks turned bright red.

After many drinks and a few shots, Robyn made the decision to call it a night, leaving Elijah and I at the table, three sheets to the wind. I stood up and grabbed his hand, pulling him toward the dance floor. “I want to dance!”

He groaned but didn’t fight against me, allowing me to tug him into the massive sea of bodies. Three songs later, Elijah was grinding on a gorgeous specimen of a man, looking like he was having the time of his life.

“Since your dance partner is occupied, can I take over?” The deep voice came mere seconds before I felt a hard wall of chest pressing against my back. My head tilted up to look over my shoulder, the blonde-haired man from earlier standing there.

With a coy smile I turned in his arms and placed my hands on his chest. I had to bite back the groan of pleasure as my hands were met with sheer hard muscle. His pecks were perfectly formed. His hands moved to my hips, his strong fingers gripping them as I began to sway my hips from side to side.

Leaning down, his warm breath wafted over my ear, sending a shiver through my body. “You are fucking gorgeous.”

His voice had those butterflies once again erupting deep within my core as the tips of his fingers dug into my skin. Everything about this man had my clit tingling and my pussy moistening. He was beyond gorgeous. His eyes were a grey blue, but the outer edge of his pupils were much darker. Nearly a navy blue. When he smiled, two dimples formed on either side, and I had to fight back the urge to run my tongue over them. “Thank you.” The words came out much breathier than I had intended with only seemed to make his smile broaden.

My hands acting on their own volition, moving up his body and wrapping behind his neck as I stepped closer to him. He stared down at me, his hands sliding around to the small of my back, pressing us tighter together. “I’m going to kiss you now. Stop me if you don’t want me to.”

There was no way in hell I was going to stop this gorgeous, perfect god of a man from kissing me. Fireworks exploded inside of the pit of my stomach when his lips moved over mine, the most delightful of sensations spreading through me and warming me from the inside out.

There was a confidence in his kiss, his lips perfectly molded to mine, and I found my fingers moving up to his hair as his head tilted slightly. I gasped when I felt his hardness pressed against my abdomen, my lips parting as his tongue swept over them. A desire like nothing I had ever felt before surged through me as our tongues moved in unison, stroking and swirling in perfect harmony. His hands slid down to my ass, cupping both of my cheeks as he lifted me slightly, his hips grinding against mine.

Holy Moses and the promise land, I needed to fuck this man and I needed to do it right the fuck now.

“Bathroom?” I asked breathlessly as I pulled away, our eyes connecting with an intense heat that had my knees weakening beneath me.

He shook his head, glancing around the packed dance floor before leaning down to my level. “We should get out of here.”

Yes, we sure fucking should.

“Elijah...” As I spun around, my eyes widened before the grin took over my lips. “Elijah?”

His mouth separated from the man meat that he currently was tongue fucking as he grinned a sexy lop-sided grin at me. “Yes, my dear?”

I was glad to see that he had gotten over Maxine so quickly. Or was it, Mary. Margaret? I couldn’t keep track. “I am leaving. Are you good?” My eyes moved over to the black haired, blue eyes beauty standing next to him, his body draped over Elijah.

“I’m good. Very fucking good.” He stepped away from tall, dark and handsome to hug me tightly and kiss the crown of my head. “I will see you for breakfast tomorrow.”

The man behind me grabbed my hand, the tiny gesture sending sparks shooting through my nerves as he led me out of the bar. I was surprised to see him lead us straight to a town car in front of the building, opening the door before gesturing for me to get in. “Home please, Gary.”

The man in the driver’s seat nodded, rolling up a darkened piece of glass. The moment it was closed, I climbed onto his lap, my mouth once more connecting to his. His kiss was intoxicating, taking over every single one of my senses as I rocked my hips against his.

His hands were all over my ass, rubbing, kneading and groping as he groaned, each one of my hip rolls hardening his cock beneath me. Pushing my skirt up, his hands slid down the back of my lace panties, one of his hands dipping down low to brush over my lower lips.

I had been touched many times in my life, but this man was eliciting a response from me like nothing anyone else had been able to ever do. “I need to fuck you.” I mumbled against his lips as I pulled back, our eyes connecting. The same fire that was roaring deep inside of my body could be seen in his eyes.

The glass began to move from behind me and I quickly pulled myself off his lap, cleaning my throat as I straightened my skirt. “I’m sorry to bother you sir but we have a code orange. Do you still want me to stop?”

“No. Go to the Beverly.” The driver nodded, acknowledging the man’s statement.

Before I could ask any questions, the window was back up and the invigorating strangers’ mouth was once more on mine. Spreading my legs, I granted his hand better access that was now trailing up my thigh.

“We have three minutes before we get to where we are going, and I plan on making you come at least twice.” Pulling from me, the man fell onto his knees on the floor below, his tongue sliding up my thigh to my pussy.

“Fuck!” I screamed out as his tongue circled my clit and two of his fingers pushed knuckle deep. Each thrust of his hand was precise and skillful, his tongue a damn miracle as it moved over me. True to his word, I was just coming down from my second climax as the car pulled to a stop.

In a daze I allowed the man to lead me into the building and onto the elevator. This man could be a serial killer for all I knew but, in this moment, all I could think about was if he was that skilled with his hands and mouth, how amazing was the sex going to be?

Leading me to a hotel room, he pulled a key out of his wallet, opening the door and pulling it through. The door wasn’t even fully closed before I was pinned to it, my body being lifted from the ground as my legs wrapped around his waist.

“I really want to take my time to appreciate this incredible body of yours, but I need to be inside of you.” His deep voice was a mixture of carnal desire and a desperate plea.

His mouth was on mine as he turned us, walking blindly over to the bed and falling on top of me as our tongues melted together. His mouth, his tongue, his hands, everything about this man was fucking perfect.

Both of our hands moved roughly over one another, stripping each other bare in a savage primal way that had my heart racing. Reaching over to the nightstand, he grabbed a condom out of the drawer, expertly ripping it open and sliding it on before lining himself up between my legs.

My back arched as he surged forward, burying himself to the hilt in one fierce thrust. Digging my fingernails into his shoulders, I held on for dear life as he pounded into me. It was like his body was made for mine. Each stroke was perfectly executed, hitting just the right spot that had my toes curling as I cried out in ecstasy.

“What’s your name?” He grunted as he asked, his jaw clenching as he grabbed onto my hair.

Unable to speak, I shook my head from side to side as I panted. “No names.”

A flash of disappointment went through his eyes, but he didn’t stop. He pounded into me harder, bringing me closer and closer to the brink. The coil inside of me was tightening faster than I had ever experienced and my heels dug into his ass, thrusting my hips up, sending him deeper.

“Fuck!” I screamed out, my nails raking over the skin on his back as my head pushed back and my eyes shut. The most intense orgasm I had ever experienced crashed into me as I desperately clawed at him, moan after moan, scream after scream echoing through the room.

My eyes opened as I stared up at him in a haze, a smirk on his perfectly dimpled face. He was still pumping inside of me but at a much slower rate. “That was fucking intense.”

“Mm.” Words were still useless as this point. My hands slid up and down his back before he rolled over and pulled me on top of him.

He thrust up into me as my hands landed on his beautifully sculpted chest. “Better hold on, baby. I’m just getting warmed up.”

Don’t forget that little heart right there!

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