In the meantime, to help everyone get in the proper mood for the weekend, let's celebrate a freaky Friday with an extra saucy excerpt from "The Perfect Third" - now available for pre-order HERE
As a reminder, Alexa can't believe her luck when she meets a hunky composer at a film premiere after-party. They spend an amazing night together during which he introduces her to all types of new love-play. She thinks he might be the one, but after meeting his best friend at breakfast, things inexplicably cool down. Was she just a one night stand? Does his darkly handsome friend having anything to do with it? Alexa can't figure it out until one night when she agrees to meet both of them at a jazz club...
This was all so confusing, and the drinks had not helped, either. She probably shouldn’t have had that final martini, but she had known she was going to need an extra nudge tonight to allow herself to be naked and vulnerable in front of two men, one who would be watching. An image flashed through her mind of a naked, muscular Antony, his shoulder-length black locks framing his chiselled features, as he looked down on her and Lorne, coupled in the heat of passion, Antony’s fingers tightly curled around his…
That was it. She couldn’t go through with this. That one quick thought alone had already made her tingle between her legs. She was turning into some sort of wild trollop or something. All it had taken was one night of true passionate abandon, and she was thinking all of these kinky thoughts.
Their limo was pulling up to the front of the building.
“Uh, Lorne, Antony, I was thinking…”
“Yes, angel?” Lorne was leaning into her, brushing his full, warm lips against the side of her neck, his hot breath heating her skin and reminding her of their previous union. His musky, masculine smell also took her back to those moments where she had been crying out in ecstasy with a freedom she had never enjoyed with any other lover. She tried to turn away, and met Antony’s dark, heavily lashed eyes. They were large and smouldering, and they were drinking both her and Lorne in. How much more sensual would those eyes become if she were exposed, her flesh bare and her body writhing in response to Lorne’s touch, his mouth, his cock?
“I was thinking I could use another drink.”
In the coming days, I will also do some profiles on Alexa, Antony and Lorne; help you to get to know them a little more intimately ;-) Enjoy your weekend!