As Evie and Charley both struggle with Ford\u2019s denial of their love, Evie still lives in fear of her ex with good reason…and Evie, Ford and Charley find they must face their feelings and decide whether this threesome can work while fighting for their lives, and their love.<\/em><\/p>\n_________________________________________________<\/p>\n
I’m editing this book right now and thought I’d give you folks a taste of it! So here it is…a brief excerpt from my full-length MMF menage erotic romance novel (with BDSM \/ master-slave elements). \ud83d\ude42<\/p>\n
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\u201cYou kissed me,\u201d Ford said simply.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat? You mean earlier? Before\u2026\u201d She wasn\u2019t sure what to call it. Before we made love? Had sex?<\/p>\n
\u201cBefore we fucked,\u201d he finished for her, without a hesitation given to his choice of vocabulary. \u201cYes, before that. You kissed me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cUh, technically, I think you kissed me. I just kissed back.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay, so you kissed back.\u201d He paused and Evie wasn\u2019t sure there was more to the statement, but finally he asked, \u201cDid you like kissing back?\u201d<\/p>\n
She pulled away to study him. Was this a trick question? She had nothing to lose by answering honestly.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, I liked kissing you very much.\u201d Deciding to take a chance, she added, \u201cI\u2019d like it better if I could call you Ford.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked bemused. \u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause when I have to call you Mr. Lachance, and I kiss you, I feel like I\u2019m kissing my boss.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou are kissing your boss.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know, but I\u2019m also kissing dead-sexy and charming Ford, and that\u2019s who I really want to kiss.\u201d<\/p>\n
He pursed his lips, and she could see he was trying to hide his pleasure at her admission. \u201cFord,\u201d he tested. \u201cI\u2019m not sure if it will work for me. Let me hear it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFord.\u201d She smiled. It made her almost feel like they were friends.<\/p>\n
\u201cHmm, I still can\u2019t decide. Use it in a sentence please.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay,\u201d she said. \u201cFord fucked me hard while he held me down across his desk.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOh.\u201d His eyes lit in a way that reminded her of that excited boy again. Pure and unadulterated elation. \u201cThat was a good sentence,\u201d he breathed.<\/p>\n
\u201cI quite enjoyed it myself\u2014the sentence, that is.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe sentence\u2014of course,\u201d he agreed, his face solemn. \u201cWho would enjoy being held down and fucked?\u201d He shrugged his shoulders.<\/p>\n
She held up a finger. \u201cBy Ford\u2014don\u2019t forget that part!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, exactly. Who would enjoy such a thing?\u201d<\/p>\n
She knew they were both teasing, but she felt compelled to make him understand. She wanted to find that sixteen-year-old boy in him and tell him he\u2019s not alone and he\u2019s not a freak. Tell him that normal, healthy, successful people have the same urges for sexual dominance as he does. And conversely, the urge to be dominated completely, like her. No matter what his father beat into him.<\/p>\n
Taking his hand, she stroked along his long fingers while she kept her eyes down. \u201cI would,\u201d she said simply, her tone sincere.<\/p>\n
He didn\u2019t answer right away, but reached out with his other hand and raised her chin. She saw confusion in his eyes\u2014confusion and what looked like the stirrings of hope. Funny, because that\u2019s how she always felt around him.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d he whispered.<\/p>\n
The vulnerable look in his eyes gave her the courage to say it confidently, with no waver of embarrassment in her voice. \u201cI enjoyed it\u2014really, honestly loved it\u2014Ford, when you held me down and fucked me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe fucking part or the holding you down part?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBoth. Together.\u201d<\/p>\n
He frowned for a heartbeat in what looked like disbelief, and then pulled her close without another hesitation and kissed her, long and deep. His lips soft, his tongue gentle, probing, almost shy. And he kept his eyes closed tightly, cupping her head in his big hands. When he finally stopped, he rested his forehead against hers, keeping his eyes screwed shut.<\/p>\n
Finally he blinked twice, his eyes growing distant again, and thanked her for her time while helping her to her feet. His polite mask had slammed firmly back into place and the moment was gone.<\/p>\n
She touched her lips as she left the room, knowing the last kiss had been different, and that knowledge sent butterflies of both joy and unease swirling through her belly.<\/p>\n
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