Our Taboo Secret: Illicit Erotica from Five Forbidden Authors

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Excerpt from Leashed by my Brother by Saffron Daughter

We meet in downtown Melbourne, two invisible people lost in the bobbing throng on a Friday night. Except I know you. I know you very well. You’re my step-brother. We grew up together. I’ve known you for my whole life. You were adopted first, when our parents thought they couldn’t conceive. But then they could, and I was born second.

We’ve always been close, you and I. Like best friends, we spent all our time together. You’re five years my senior. I’ve always looked up to you. I’ve always felt safe with you. I love you.

But… but what we do isn’t right. In fact, it’s wrong. So wrong. It’s taboo. We can’t say anything, we can never let anyone know, but you like to flaunt it. You’re like that. I’ve always liked that about you.

We go on dates. Regular dates. We go out in public, and we do things. We do things we shouldn’t. What if somebody were to see us? What if they were to recognize us? But you so love to take risks. You love the energy, and I love the way you feel when the energy is thrilling through you, and when I’m on the receiving end, taking that energy from you.

Tonight is one of our date nights.

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Excerpt - PG - Sweet Somethings

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My First Christmas as a Married Man’s Mistress

Giselle knows how hard it is to find a good Christmas gift for a married man. She wants to give him everything, but where would he put it? Sometimes the best place to hide a secret is in plain sight…

“This is not just one story, but many stories, many little fictions fastened together by a larger tale of forbidden love. While the little fictions are just that—thrilling narratives I wrote one Christmas as a special gift for my lover—the larger fiction is true. It is the tale of my lover’s gift to me, mine to him, and the gift we shared between us.”

Originally published as A Mistress’ Christmas, My First Christmas as a Married Man’s Mistress is a strange and dreamy holiday trip through one young woman’s illicit love affair.

If you’ve ever fallen in love with a married man, you know gift-giving elicits a feeling of defeat, of anxiety, even.  It’s Christmastime, evergreen trees for sale in every parking lot, the city lit by those precious little fairy-bulbs, and you want to give him something—you want to give him everything!—but you can’t.  You simply can’t.  Where would he put it?

Books can hide in offices, but books are the most impersonal of gifts.  I was restricted, restrained, by our wretched situation, and it grated on my nerves every time Winston said, “I don’t need things; I have you.  You give me all I want.”

And it was true, of course, that he could afford to buy himself anything he desired, but that was hardly the point.

“I want to be able to give you something,” I told him.  “Some little object that you can look at and, when you do, your heart is warmed.  You’ll see it on your desk or your bookshelf and think, ‘Ah yes, that was a gift from ma belle Giselle.’”

Winston scratched the dark hairs of his chin in contemplation.  He was assessing me, of course.  “You’re concerned I don’t spend enough time thinking about you, and, by extension, that I don’t care for you.  Is that it?”

I pouted, hoping there was a lingering tease to my voice.  “You know, I’d like to chastise you for psychoanalysing me, but how can I when you’re always right?”

He placated me by saying, “I’m just compensating for all the years before I knew you, when I got pretty much everything wrong.”

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A Holiday Romance

This erotic romance takes place on a snowy Vermont farm where the family has gathered to celebrate Thanksgiving and Christmas. 

Blurb - Keeping promises is important to Ryan, but keeping his promise to his younger brother David will be hard. David’s final wish is for Ryan to watch over his wife and daughter, but Ryan’s been in love with Shannon for years. This holiday season, Ryan will learn he can keep his promise and still have his heart’s desire.

Chapter One

Chapter 1

Shannon felt bone tired and grubby by the time she flew into the Mount Snow Airport, two days before Thanksgiving. The small airport was busy, probably more so than usual, and the plane was jam packed without a spare seat anywhere. It seemed everyone on the face of the earth had the same brainy idea she had…trying to reach their holiday destinations in time. Shannon should have remembered the years before when she and David had left earlier to avoid the hassle.
Traveling with a toddler, one who’d clearly reached the terrible two stage was no picnic either. By the time Shannon stepped off the plane, she had a huge grape stain on her white blouse, which she knew wouldn’t come out in a hundred years. She couldn’t blame the stewardess, who had only been trying to help when Alivia had turned her nose up to everything Shannon had brought on board. Clearly, the stewardess didn’t have children if she thought handing a two year old an open cup of juice was the smartest thing to do. Alivia’s little chubby hands had reached for it before Shannon had a chance to blink, much less speak.
On top of the juice stain, Shannon had dried drool on her left shoulder where Alivia had fallen asleep, and now smelled sour from the milk and oatmeal she’d consumed for breakfast. Her red hair, which she’d pulled up in a haphazard bun, was hanging about her face and neck like she’d just finished ten hours of strenuous housework. Every time Alivia got anywhere near it she'd bury her little fingers into the bun, pulling more and more hair loose. Shannon sighed, smiling in spite of everything.
It’s not like she was trying to win a beauty pageant.
She thanked God Sheila had arrived on time to pick them up. The long drive to the farmhouse had been done with them catching up on what they’d been doing most of the year, while Sheila’s kids, Dawn and Kelly, had kept Alivia amused in the back seat. Every once in a while Shannon glanced back to make sure her daughter hadn’t worked her way out of the car seat. She hated being confined. Apparently, the attention of her cousins had kept her from getting bored.
Now, some four hours later, Shannon glanced down at Alivia, and released a deep sigh of tiredness after the long day. Her daughter had eaten, been bathed, powdered down, read a story and was fast asleep in the playpen next to her bed. Hopefully until the next morning. Shannon glanced at the clock, almost nine. Her time now, to eat, bathe, powder down and replace the story for a glass of wine and a little peace and quiet. Marsha left a dinner plate in the oven for her when she was ready for it.
On her way to the door, she caught a glance of herself in the huge mirror over the antique mahogany dresser. Lord, she looked a wreck! Her green eyes looked dull with exhaustion, her mascara smeared beneath them. Her full lips were void of lipstick, and she knew the blush in her cheeks was natural because Alivia’s hands had smoothed away her makeup long ago when they’d been playing. She was still wearing her stained and wrinkled traveling clothes, only now her white blouse was missing two buttons where Alivia had tugged on it.
She glanced at her daughter once more before opening the bedroom door to head for the kitchen downstairs, thankful Marsha had installed a baby monitor in the room. If Alivia woke, they’d be able to hear her. Of course, she’d probably let out a loud squeal when she realized she wasn’t sleeping in her own bed. Leaving the door open, Shannon tiptoed out until she was a safe distance away.
The first thing Shannon noticed as she descended the stairs was how quiet the house seemed, before she remembered Marsha had one of her wicked migraines and had turned in early hoping to fight it off. Sheila would be tied up with her little ones in their rooms, which Shannon knew were at the far back of the house. After the grandchildren started coming along Marsha had sectioned off parts of the huge house into suites so everyone would have the privacy they needed. Adding bathrooms where needed. Shannon was the only one who had a bedroom that shared a connecting bath in the main part of the house, down the hall from Marsha.
Just as she stepped off the bottom step, she heard a noise at the front door. She hesitated, unsure what to do. Who could be visiting at this hour? Just when she expected to hear a knock, she heard something else instead. A key was being inserted into the lock, and right before her startled eyes, she watched the knob turn and the door open. Her gaze landed on a pair of army boots and slowly traveled upward, taking in the muscular body in military fatigues. Her mouth dropped open in shock. Ohmygod!
Ryan had come home!
He appeared just as startled as she was. Halting in the threshold as their eyes meet, his rugged expression carved in granite. Only his eyes, those piercing blue orbs, showed any sign of life, if you could call it that. Shannon had a feeling that Ryan Hayes didn’t reveal any emotions that weren’t hardened by years of combat. For a moment, she thought he wasn’t going to speak and half expected him to back out and leave.
“Do you mind if I come in?” His deep voice was just as Shannon remembered. “It’s damn cold out here.”
For the first time she realized she was blocking his way. Swallowing, she stepped back enough for him to enter and close the door behind him. He dropped a large army bag on the floor by his feet, and shook off the snow onto the floor mat. All the while keeping his eyes trained on Shannon, as though she were the enemy. She took a nervous step further into the foyer, directly into the soft glow of the lamp that had been left on in the living room.
Ryan looked just like he did the last time she saw him. Big and tall, cloaked in that attitude of quiet strength he seemed to possess. His black hair cut in military fashion and suited his strong, square boned face. Though sporting a tiny scar over his left eyebrow and another, bigger one halfway down his left cheek he was still a handsome man. He eluded danger in practically every move he made, every glance.
His eyes dropped, running over Shannon rapidly, making her painfully aware of her disheveled state. She refused to reach up and smooth her hair back, knowing that it would do no good. The tiniest quirk on his full, sensuous mouth revealed he found her condition amusing. Quickly, his lips thinned almost menacingly when his gaze narrowed on her breasts. It was then that Shannon reached up and pulled her ruined blouse together where the buttons had come off.
She finally found her voice. “Welcome home, Ryan.”
“Where is everyone?” His tone seemed hard, gruff, more commanding than inquiring. He slipped off his jacket and hung it on a peg on the back of the door, and then bent to slip off his boots.
“Mom went to bed with a headache. Sheila must be putting the kids to bed. The rest won’t get here until tomorrow night.” Shannon couldn’t help but notice the quick glance he shot her way when she called his mother mom. She watched quietly as he set his boots against the wall and stood, towering over her again.
“It’s just as well. I’m tired as hell and want to turn in early myself. But first, I want to find something to eat. I’m starved.” Closing the distance between them, Ryan halted when he reached Shannon. “Is that okay?”
Shannon felt a telltale heat rush up to her cheeks when she realized she was watching Ryan’s mouth form the words. What the heck was wrong with her? Jet lag, that’s what. She gave her head a little shake. She must be more tired than she thought. As his words became clear, it dawned on her that she was once again blocking his way. “Oh! I’m, ah sorry.” Instead of moving to let him pass, she turned and began to walk in the direction of the kitchen. “I’ll be glad to fix you something to eat.”
“Thanks, but that won’t be necessary.” He was right on her heels.
“That’s okay.” Shannon pushed the kitchen door open and flipped on the light switch on the wall next to it. “Sheila put a plate for me in the oven and if I know her, she left enough for two. I don’t mind sharing.” Not waiting for Ryan to acknowledge her, Shannon took the potholders from the counter by the stove, opened the oven door and retrieved the plate. “Just as I thought.” She turned and showed him the full plate of corn beef hash. But the expression on Ryan’s face almost made her drop it.
Sweat had broken out on his forehead and he’d turned pale, his lips were thin as a muscle twitched in his jaw that had hardened in an effort to hold back that he was in obvious pain.Intense pain. He was clutching the island counter in the middle of the kitchen as if it alone was holding him upright. “Ryan!” Shannon set the plate down and rushed to his side. “What is it? What’s wrong?”
He held a hand up in a silent warning for her to back off. She stopped immediately and waited for another sign from him, afraid he was having some kind of attack. After a few more seconds, he sucked in several deep breaths and released them slowly. It was clear by his expression that he hated showing her even that one small weakness. It was very clear that he didn’t intend talking about it. Shannon knew the moment the pain left his body when his expression relaxed.
“You said something about sharing your dinner?” He pulled out one of the barstools from around the island and sank down onto it.
Shannon hesitated for a moment, fighting the urge to question him. Something was terribly wrong, she just knew it, but she didn’t know Ryan well enough to feel she had the right to ask him anything personal. The look in his cold eyes warned her she’d be shot down before she managed to speak the first word. Forcing a smile she was far from feeling, she turned to get a second plate.
“I’ll thank you not to mention what just occurred to my family,” Ryan surprised her by saying while her back was turned to him.
“If that’s what you want,” Shannon responded, opening a cupboard door.
She glanced with surprise at where the plates were usually stacked. Glasses had replaced them. Marsha had obviously done some rearranging since the last time Shannon had been there. She opened up several other doors before finding the plates, stacked on the second shelf. Standing on tip toe she strained to reach them.
“Here, let me help you.”
Oh!” Feeling Ryan brush up against her, Shannon spun around before she could think. Suddenly, it wasn’t her backside feeling his hardened muscles. Since he was in the process of reaching over her head for a plate, they were now flush against each other. Her breasts flattened against his hard chest, the lower halves of their bodies were shockingly aligned, and their thighs were touching. Mouths within inches of each other, their breath mingled. It was crazy but Shannon was sure she felt their hearts beating in rhythm. She began to tingleeverywhere and held her breath.
Their gazes met and held and Ryan became motionless, his arm still above her head reaching for the plate. It struck Shannon that she was seeing the dangerous side of him, the soldier sizing up the situation and preparing for action. Only in this case, what would that be? She refused to let her mind go there.
When his gaze fell to her mouth she began to tremble, but not from fear. A sliver of excitement shot through her. Then as quick as it happened it was over and he was pulling a plate out and stepping away.
“Thank you,” she whispered, not sure what just happened or what she was feeling. It was insane, finding herself momentarily attracted to Ryan. He was her husband’s brother for crying out loud! A feeling of overwhelming guilt engulfed Shannon and she wondered that it might be best if she skipped dinner and went straight to bed.
“You have nothing to fear from me, Shannon.” Ryan said out of the blue, breaking into her thoughts. She unwillingly met his eyes again, wondering what prompted him to say such a thing. Had he felt something too?
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m not afraid of you. Why would I be?” Finally able to move, she went to the island and picked up the plate with the corn beef hash on it. Without looking at Ryan, she scooped more than half onto the extra plate before setting it down before him. He surprised her by reaching out and grabbing her wrist before she could move away. Shannon reluctantly raised her gaze to his and that’s when she knew she had to get out of there. She wasn’t afraid of him, she was afraid of herself! “If you’ll excuse me, I better go check on Alivia.”
So many emotions were running through Shannon at that moment. Feelings she hadn’t felt in a while, and didn’t know how to handle. She was confused and frightened. Where had they come from?
Without waiting for his acknowledgement, she turned and fled the kitchen.

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Celebrate Veterans' Day with Some Hot Men in Uniform...and Out!

Today is the last day to get your copy of the SOMETHING ABOUT A MAN IN UNIFORM Military Ménage Boxed Set at the Special Price of $2.99!

Authors Note: The predominant theme in these books is girl meets hot guys in uniform and immediately falls in lust. The stories contain explicit sex scenes between consenting adults using explicit language. They also include erotic spanking and light bondage. If any of that offends you, you might want to skip this one. 

Knowing she and her husband Dylan won't be able to make love with his Army buddy, fellow Ranger Carter Erickson arriving the next day and staying with them for two weeks, Shelby Reynolds surprises Dylan by greeting him at the door naked when he comes home from work. Only Dylan isn’t alone. Carter came in a day early and gets an eyeful of her very nude body. While Shelby is embarrassed, she’s also extremely aroused. She loves Dylan like crazy and shouldn’t be fantasizing about other men, especially his best friend. As Shelby gives in to her inner exhibitionist, it turns out that Dylan is just as turned on by the idea of a threesome as she is. After all, if a guy can’t share his wife with his best friend, who can he share her with? 

SEMPER FINE – a Marine Ménage 
Delaney Shaw is stunned to discover that her high school crush Colt Baxter is the best man at a wedding where she’s the maid of honor. Too shy to ever come on to him back then, she doesn’t intend to make the same mistake now. There’s only one problem. She’s just as attracted to his friend and fellow Marine, Jagger Cruz. Not wanting to come between them, Delaney decides not to make a play for either one. But when it turns out that in between them is exactly where Colt and Jagger want her, she gives in to her desire to be the center of a hunky Marine sandwich. 

FLEET WEEK FLING – a Navy Ménage 
When Sophie Montgomery promises her best friend she’ll be her “wingwoman” during Fleet Week in San Francisco, she doesn’t have any plans on hooking up with anyone herself. But when she meets Navy hunks Cameron Gerard and Kellen Devane, her resolve crumbles. Not only do they look hotter in their uniforms than Alexander Skarsgard in Battleship, but they’re sweet, too. So, when they suggest a threesome with a little bondage thrown in, how can she possibly say no? 

RESCUE ME – an Air Force Ménage 
When Kayleigh Ellis gets stranded in a ditch on the side of the road during a storm, she’s sure that she and her cat are in deep trouble. But luckily Air Force Pararescue Jumpers Austin Fuller and Kyle Larsen show up just in time, giving her and her cat a ride home. Wanting to thank them for their help, Kayleigh invites them to stay for dinner. Austin and Kyle don’t want to put her to any trouble, but she insists. And while the dinner is fun, Austin and Kyle are more interested in dessert, particularly if Kayleigh is on the menu.



Shelby walked into the living room, intending to head upstairs, but Dylan caught her hand and spun her around, pulling her against him for a kiss. She moaned, wrapping her arms around his neck as his fingers tangled in her hair. His tongue found hers, doing a slow, sensual tango with it.

Behind her, something hard and unyielding pressed against her ass, and she jumped. Dylan broke the kiss with a chuckle.

“Sorry.” Carter’s voice was husky in her ear. “Didn’t meant to startle you.”

She turned her head to look at him over her shoulder. She could feel the heat of his body through both their clothes. “You didn’t. I like being right here between the two of you.”

“Then you won’t mind if I do this?”

Carter pushed her long hair aside with his hand and pressed his lips to the side of her neck. Shelby opened her mouth to tell him she didn’t mind in the least, but all that came out was a moan as Dylan bent his head to kiss her again. Hands slid under her shirt to cup her bra-covered breasts. She thought it was Dylan, but it could just as easily have been Carter. It was a little difficult to concentrate at the moment. A few hours ago, she’d fantasized about being between her husband and her friend like this, but her fantasies didn’t even come close to how erotic this was.

“I think it’s time your clothes came off, don’t you, babe?” Dylan asked.

Shelby couldn’t agree more. She reached down to unbutton her shorts, but Dylan’s hands were already there. As he wiggled them over her hips, Carter pulled off her top. Her bra and panties quickly followed and within seconds, she was standing there completely naked. It wasn't like Carter hadn't seen her that way already—twice, actually—but she blushed a little anyway.

“You’re panties are soaking wet.” Dylan slipped his hand between her legs to glide a finger along her slick folds. “And so are you.”

She shifted from one foot to the other, trying to grind against his hand. “You and Carter have been driving me crazy.”

Her husband teased the opening of her pussy with his finger while behind her, Carter’s hands rested on her hips tantalizingly close to her ass.

“Or it could just be that you’re a bad girl,” Dylan said.

Shelby blinked up at him. Usually, when Dylan said she was a bad girl, it meant he was going to give her a spanking. It was sort of their special code word that always led to her getting her ass warmed. But would he do it in front of his best friend?
God, she hoped so.

“Maybe so,” she said softly.

His eyes turned molten. “Then maybe I should spank you.”

A fresh wave of excitement rippled through her. “Maybe you should.”

Dylan held her gaze for a moment longer before he looked over her shoulder at Carter. “You don’t mind if I spank my wife, do you?”

Carter’s breath stirred her hair. “Not at all. I wouldn't want to come between Shelby and the spanking she deserves.”

SEMPER FINE, a Marine Ménage

Things got really interesting when the music slowed. Delaney expected one of them to call dibs on her like they’d done every other time the DJ had played something slow, but instead this time they simply sandwiched her close and kept dancing. Being between them like this was different than sitting between them at dinner the night before.

More sensual.

More suggestive.

More erotic.

But while Colt and Jagger were close, they never actually touched her. Even so, she could feel the heat coming off them. And suddenly, she was back in the fantasy she’d had last night about having a threesome with the two hot Marines.

Her heart beat so fast it felt like she’d just run a marathon. Her breath came in quick pants.

Was this what it would be like if they really had a threesome?

She could only hope.

That first slow song was followed by another, then another after that. Delaney could have stayed right there on the dance floor with Colt and Jagger until morning, but all too soon, the DJ called it a night and packed up his equipment.

It was just as well. One more slow song and she’d be all over Colt and Jagger.

The men were uncharacteristically quiet in the elevator, making her wonder what they were thinking. But their faces were unreadable.
When they reached their floor, Delaney slowly led the way to her room, not wanting the evening to end. At the door, she turned to Colt and Jagger. She wanted to invite them in, to ask them to spend the night in her bed, but she didn’t. Partly because she could never be that bold. But mostly because she’d be embarrassed as hell if they said no.

She had to stay something, though.

“I don’t think I’ve ever danced that much in my life,” she finally managed. “I had a really great time.”

Colt grinned. “Me, too. No reason the fun has to end already, you know.”

She stared at him not sure she heard right. But the heated look in those blue eyes told her she’d understood him just fine.

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” she said softly.

“Why not?” Colt asked.

Did he really need her to spell it out for him? “Because you and Jagger are best friends. I don’t want to get between the two of you.”

Colt and Jagger exchanged looks, then chuckled.

“That's exactly where we’ve been hoping you'd end up,” Jagger said. “Between us.”

Delaney’s stomach did a somersault. “Like a threesome?”

Colt’s mouth twitched as he shared a look with Jagger. “Exactly like a threesome.”

Her gaze went from Colt to Jagger and back again. Both men were looking at her expectantly. Her mind whirled. Colt and Jagger were proposing the very fantasy she'd been obsessing about since they’d both kissed her last night. Could she really take them up on it?


They didn’t talk much the rest of the way to her hotel. When they got there, she led the way across the lobby to the elevators, then pushed the button for her floor as soon as they stepped inside. Her heart was racing so fast, she was sure the men must be able to hear it. But they were both calmly leaning back against the wall on either side of her, the hunger in their eyes the only sign that they were as excited by what they were about to do as she was. Then again, that was probably only because their jackets were hiding what she was sure were some impressive hard-ons.

By the time the elevator stopped on her floor, she was practically shaking with excitement. This was really about to happen.

Taking a deep breath, she slid the key card into the lock and opened the door, then led the Sailors inside. Right now, the fancy room with its huge king-size bed and garden tub didn’t seem so extravagant. Instead it seemed like exactly what she needed to entertain her two Navy studs. She’d have to remember to thank Brianna for talking her into it.

Sophie set her purse down on the coffee table, then turned to face them. “Do you want me to call room service and ask them to bring anything up? Like drinks or something?”

Cameron exchanged looks with Kellen before flashing her a smile. “Thanks, but we’re good.”

She hoped they’d say that. But she wanted to be polite.

She smiled. “Good. I’m not really in the mood for drinks, either.”

“What are you in the mood for?” Kellen asked, a playful smile on his lips.

Sophie walked over to stand in front of him. “This.”

Going up on tiptoe, she kissed Kellen long and slow on the mouth. Then she did the same to Cameron. When she was done, she stepped back and deliberately licked her lips.

Kellen groaned. “I think it’s time for you to take off that dress, don’t you?”

She couldn’t agree more. “Only if you two promise to lose those uniforms.”

Cameron grinned. “Sounds fair.”

Sophie’s hands trembled a little as she reached around to unzip the back of her dress. Cameron and Kellen followed her every move as she pushed it off her shoulders and over her hips, letting it fall on the floor at her feet. The heat in their eyes was almost enough to melt her black bra and matching panties right off her.

She put her hands on her hips and leveled her gaze at them. “Your turn.”

RESCUE ME, an Air Force Ménage

She was about to go check to see if their uniforms were dry when she caught Austin regarding her with those soulful dark eyes of his.

“What?” she asked with a grin.

He smiled back. “I was just thinking again that the dinner you made was some of the best food I've eaten in a long time.”

“Thank you.”

“But there is one thing that would make it even more perfect,” he added.

“What's that?”

His grin broadened. “Dessert.”

Beside him, Kyle nodded in agreement.

Kayleigh laughed. Why hadn’t she thought of that? “I can certainly whip something up. My chocolate cake is always a hit, but it’d take a while to make.”

Maybe mentioning dessert was their subtle way of telling her they weren't ready to go yet, which was fine with her.

“Chocolate cake wasn't the kind of dessert I had in mind,” Austin said.

Okay. Now she was confused. “What kind of dessert were you thinking about?”

Austin stepped closer. Damn, he smelled good.

“This kind of dessert,” he said, tipping up her chin and kissing her on the mouth.

The move surprised her, but she was quick to recover, sliding her hands up the front of his muscular chest and parting her lips. Austin took that as an invitation to bury his fingers in her long hair and play a slow, sensuous game of tongue twister that left her weak in the knees. She wasn’t sure, but she thought she might have swayed a little. Regardless, his other hand reached around to cup her ass and pull her tightly against him. His cock strained against the front of his swim trunks, pressing against her tummy.

Giving her ass another squeeze, he lifted his head to gaze down at her, his dark eyes smoldering. It was all she could do not to melt into a puddle of goo at his feet.

Arms still around her, he glanced at Kyle. “You want some dessert, too?”

Kayleigh did a double take. She’d completely forgotten about Kyle.

But now she realized the other PJ had been standing a mere few feet away while his friend kissed her. But instead of staking his claim on her with that kiss, Austin had asked Kyle if he wanted to kiss her, too.

It wasn’t something she’d anticipated. But it was definitely something that turned her on.

Kayleigh glanced over her shoulder at Kyle. He was looking at her expectantly, blue eyes glinting.

“Yeah, I think I would like some dessert,” he said. “But only if Kayleigh doesn’t mind us sharing.”

She opened her mouth to answer, but nothing would come out.

“Kayleigh?” Austin prompted.

She turned to back around to see him regarding her curiously, brow lifted in question. Something told her the two PJs were talking about more than kissing.

Her heart was beating so wildly she thought it might jump out of her chest. She smiled, hoping it would hide how close to doing a happy dance she actually was. “I was always taught that sharing is the polite thing to do.”

Austin returned her smile with a sexy grin of his own, his gaze flicking to Kyle. “I think that’s a yes.”

It was most definitely a yes.




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