Max Mart

Opal kicked off her flat black pumps, released the clasp that held her hair back and ran her fingers through her loose curls. Today had been another day of breaking yet another woman’s heart. Her latest client, a young teacher, had believed until the last moment that her boyfriend was innocent. Only pictures of him actually fucking another woman had convinced her he was a cheat. “I wonder if I did her a favor?” Opal groaned. Maybe she should have let the black-haired, Latin beauty live in her own fantasy world, where she believed the man in her life was good and wholesome and not a cheat. But Opal knew from experience that life had a way of shattering that type of gullible bliss. Hadn’t she herself experienced just such a betrayal by her fiancé? Ten minutes before her wedding, she’d caught him with the stripper from his bachelor party going at it. To make matters even worse, they’d been in the church at the time. She shook her head, refusing to waste another precious minute of her life...

  She laid her fingers across his lips and pulled him into the elevator as the door slid open. “Shut-up. I want you.” “I don’t understand.” He frowned and glanced over his shoulder in what appeared to be near panic as the doors closed with a firm swoosh. “What wasn’t I clear about?” She reached out and pushed the red stop button. The elevator gave a buzz and ground to a halt. “I want your penis inside of me right now.” “Pearl, I don’t think—” “You don’t want me? Maybe I can make you want me.” She grabbed his hand and pushed it under her skirt. His eyes widened with shock as he realized that she didn’t wear any underwear beneath the short, red material. She smiled with gratification—she’d shocked him—good! Reaching out, she pulled his shirt out of his waistband and then unsnapped the buttons down the front of his crotch. She stood on her tiptoes and nibbled his earlobe as she whispered. “Now!” “Pearl, Pearl,” he groaned as he buried his hands in her hair, which had completely escape...

  “Jillian sounded happy. I guess she took the news pretty well.” Opal, Pearl’s older sister, stood in the doorway. Her brilliant red hair, tied back into a low ponytail, suited her basic black business suit and pumps. Pearl always felt a bit scattered next to Opal’s perfection. Her own matching red hair tended to escape any style and form loose tendrils around her face. She favored brilliant colors as opposed to the basic navy and black that Opal wore. “Jillian liked the plan I laid out to her.” “Speaking of ‘laid’, when was the last time you got laid?” Ruby, their youngest sister scooted around Opal and collapsed into the plush recliner in the corner of the room. Unlike Opal, Ruby didn’t even attempt to look classy. She wore tight jeans, a top that showed off her flat stomach and her hair was a disarray of curls. She didn’t try to be professional and didn’t apologize for who she was. Pearl envied her. “Ruby, that is none of your business.” Pearl frowned at her younger sister, but...

  Three sisters, three stories of passion. One business, three hot men! Opal, Ruby and Pearl have opened a detective agency with a twist. His Wicked Ways tracks down cheating lovers and then offers its women clients a chance to exact revenge. All three women have been on the receiving end of a cheating lover and can sympathize with their clients. All three women have avoided relationships and have immense pent-up sexual frustration. Pearl's Passion—When she discovered her husband was cheating Pearl filed for divorce and never looked back. But now, Devon is back in her life, determined to clear his name. Pearl is just as determined—to use him the same way he used her. So, she turns him into her sex toy! Pearl Williams dreaded this part of her job. Informing other women that their lovers were cheating, lying pigs might be inevitable but that didn’t make it any easier. She took a deep breath, wishing, just once, that she could tell a woman her lover was faithful. “Jillian—” she stoppe...