Birthday Girl: Paolo's Playhouse, Book 3 Page 6

  As she watched, Amy’s body crawled with erotic sensations, her body throbbing with desire. She’d forgotten how hot it was to watch. Her fingers stroked her skin, so soft beneath her fingertips. Her caresses brought even more incredible sensations sweeping through her. When she closed her eyes, whose hands did she feel touching her so intimately? The young man busy with his own woman? Or the husband who’d left her alone tonight?

  Stop being stupid! They were her own damn hands.

  She pinched her nipples roughly, trying to take her mind off Will and broken promises. Back onto the erotic need finally building again. She didn’t need him. She could take care of herself.

  She slid one hand down to cup the hot wet spot between her legs. Her panties were soaked and the pressure from her palm teased her clit. Prickles shot through her, both from the nipple tightening beneath her punishing fingers and from her swollen clit aching to be touched. Her pussy throbbed and her heart raced and—

  The door opened and a sliver of light broke through the darkness. She quickly sat up straight and yanked her hands from her breast and panties. When she turned her head, she saw Will, still dressed in his dark business suit, standing in the doorway. His brown hair shone in the light from the hallway. His face was half in the shadows.

  She didn’t want to feel the burst of joy that came from his arrival, didn’t want to hear the voice inside her that cried, “He’s here!”

  “Amy.” His voice was breathless.

  Adolescent fantasies can grow into very adult realities.

  Island Idyll

  © 2011 Jess Dee

  A Bandicoot Cove Story

  Sienna James has come to Bandicoot Cove to mourn the end of her eight-year relationship with Ben Cowley. The last person she expects to meet is the star of every one of her high school fantasies.

  Joshua Lye is not only as appealing as he was in high school, he reveals she was the main feature in his adolescent wet dreams. As kids they never got it together. But they’re adults now, and there’s nothing keeping them apart.

  When Ben arrives at the resort determined to win Sienna back, finding another man in her bed kind of throws a spanner in the works. But he isn’t deterred. Rather than admit defeat, he comes up with an alternative plan: Let Sienna sleep with both men—at the same time. Then she can make an informed decision as to which man she wants.

  Sienna shouldn’t want to go through with this shockingly sexy plan, but she does. Desperately. Except after the sexual storm passes, she could have it all…or be left holding an empty heart.

  Warning: Contains a suggestion beyond risqué, a solution beyond orgasmic, and two men who know how to play dirty. Really, really dirty.

  Enjoy the following excerpt for Island Idyll:

  The relative darkness might cloak them in privacy, but they still stood in the open where anyone could walk past. A thrill shot through her. “Touch me,” she whispered. “Please.”

  Hot breaths of air tickled her neck and he moved his arm down until he found the hemline of her barely-there dress. His fingers slipped beneath it. Silver heat prickled her leg as his hand feathered over her skin.

  She held her breath. Couldn’t exhale. Forgot how.

  He brushed against her thong.

  “Ah!” Her exclamation was a breathless gasp. If she’d been aroused before Josh arrived, she was a livewire now. A pulse throbbed in her pussy, so forcefully she was sure he could feel it vibrating through his hand and arm.

  “More,” she begged shamelessly, and widened her stance to give him easier entry. She needed his touch. Needed it more than she needed her next breath.

  “Si,” he whispered, his voice rougher than she expected. But then her own voice had come out a good three tones lower than usual, the result of the carnal desire that held her transfixed. He thrust against her ass, pressing his erection into the cleft, her dress and his pants a sensual barrier she’d as soon weren’t there. “God, I missed this. Missed you.”

  Missed her? In the last forty-five minutes? She’d have laughed at his sentimentality—if she wasn’t burning for him. “Please,” she begged again. “Touch me. I need…need you to.”

  His groan was guttural and coincided perfectly with the instant his finger slid beneath the crotch of her thong and brushed against her pussy lips.

  Her knees buckled at the contact, and he held her tighter, supporting her, keeping her standing.

  “I’ve got you, baby,” he reassured as he ran his finger over the seam between her lips, once, twice, driving her crazy, making every nerve ending come to life. When he dipped it inside, gently, slowly, the liquid that had pooled there oozed out, coating his finger, wetting her panties.

  Her jaw dropped open, and she emitted a soundless cry.

  “Oh yeah. Just like it should be,” Josh murmured. Softly, deliciously, he fucked her, as if he’d been doing this all his life, stroking his finger in and out, adding another, brushing his thumb over her clit.

  Good. So damn good.

  So unbelievably good.

  Her brain short-circuited, refusing to work. Every thought she had fled her mind. She was nothing but a ball of pleasure, a leaf floating closer and closer to the pinnacle of ecstasy.

  “Oh, yeah,” Josh crooned in her ear. “That’s it, baby. Ride my fingers.” He thrust again against her ass, in time with movement of his fingers. “Ride my cock.”

  An unsettled flutter of…something shivered through her, and was gone as Josh caressed her clit, exerting a fraction more pressure than before.

  The pleasure was almost excruciating. The bubbles of laughter from close by a powerful aphrodisiac. Sienna burned from the inside out, her pussy the apex of her excitement.

  “Come for me, baby,” he encouraged. “Come on my fingers.”

  Tiny quivers rocked her inner walls.

  Baby?

  Another flutter of disquiet worried her and was gone.

  “Anyone could catch us,” he whispered. “Could catch you, rocking on my hand.”

  She whimpered, fear mingling with blatant excitement.

  “Let go, baby. Before they find us.”

  Baby. Not right. Something’s wrong.

  No, nothing was wrong. Everything was right. Wantonly, carnally right.

  “Uh-oh.” His voice was even lower than before and softer. His fingers continued their tempestuous strokes. “Someone’s coming. Walking off the path. Headed…headed towards us.”

  Her breath vanished. Her heart raced.

  “He’s close. Quick. Now, baby. Come, now.”

  Not baby. Princess!

  Sensation overwhelmed her. The quivers detonated into full-on convulsions and Sienna climaxed on his hand. Her pussy pulsed, clasping his fingers within, holding them there even as his thumb pressed harder, making the orgasm stretch out. And out. And out.

  She held in the scream she wanted to emit, groaned his name instead. “Josh.”

  The hand inside her stilled. The shoulder her head rested on turned rigid.

  “Josh?” he rasped. Ice-cold fury radiated from him, freezing the pleasure within. “Who the fuck is Josh?”

  “That…would be me,” another voice said. A voice just a little to her right, and almost as cold and angry as the voice in her ear.

  Dizziness assaulted Sienna. The world went out of focus.

  Baby.

  He extracted his fingers and stepped back, leaving her shaky and off-balance.

  Spicy aftershave.

  She grabbed the back of the bench, clutched it tight.

  Long shirt, long pants. Deep voice. Deeper than this afternoon, yet so recognizable. So…known.

  She prayed futilely for balance.

  The familiarity of it all.

  The stars above swung around her, and any oxygen that had once fed the island simply dissolved in the humidity. She couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think.

  Josh was next to her, not behind her.

  Baby. Not Princess. Baby!

  Oh, dear God.

>   She turned her head, knowing what she’d see before she met his gaze. Knowing it would not be longish, sun-bleached brown hair or green eyes.

  Knowing the cheeks would be smooth-shaven and the hair cropped short and black as night.

  “Ben.” The name fell from her lips in a breathless whisper.

  What was he doing here? When had he arrived? Why was he here? What did he want? And dear God, why now? Why, why, why?

  It takes more than a rock star to rock your world. Sometimes you need a friend.

  Tropical Sin

  © 2011 Lexxie Couper

  A Bandicoot Cove Story

  McKenzie Wood has just spied her ticket out of tabloid journalism. A rumor-shrouded rock star who thinks he’s incognito at Bandicoot Cove resort. With a little help from her BFF she’ll be on her way to serious work in no time. Aiden’s perfect for the job—pulse-pounding gorgeous, and probably gay. After all, she’s never seen him date anyone.

  Aiden Rogers admits it’s pretty damned pathetic that he can rush into burning buildings, but not have the guts to tell McKenzie he’s in love with her. No way can he tell his best friend he’d like to do some seriously sinful things to her, especially since she’s never shown one iota of sexual interest.

  Nick Blackthorne looks forward to some “unfamous” down-time in his home country. He’s surprised to find his creative muse stirred—more like brought to rigid attention—by a couple so sexy that all he can think about is the three of them. Together.

  Three bodies move together as one, and the music becomes a smoldering beat that rivals the island’s heat. When the truth inevitably comes out, the heat might be enough to save three souls…or end up just another sinner’s lament.

  Warning: One plus one plus one equals OMG sex, are-you-freaking-kidding-me orgasms and some serious mind-blowing climaxes.

  Enjoy the following excerpt for Tropical Sin:

  Aidan didn’t just scramble from the bed; he leapt from it. He stared hard at the rock star leaning in the threshold, his heart thumping fast. “What the fuck are—?” he began, a second before Nick’s gaze slid to him and he realized he was standing in the middle of a hotel room with his tackle—still semi-hard and probably glistening with McKenzie’s juices—on show.

  Jaw clamping shut, glare locked on Nick’s smiling face, he shoved his dick back into his cargos and yanked up his fly. What the hell was Nick Blackthorne doing here? And what the hell did he mean “join in”?

  “Nick?” McKenzie’s startled voice shattered the suffocating silence, and from the corner of Aidan’s eye he saw her step back from the open door, her eyebrows dipping in a stunned frown. “I…we…you…”

  She stammered over the personal pronouns, each one passing her lips in a short, breathless hiccup, her normal poise nowhere to be seen.

  The rock star raised his eyebrows, a grin Aidan would have sworn was cheeky playing with his lips, if not for the hesitation in his eyes. And the uncertainty.

  Nick himself, it seemed, didn’t really know why he was here. Or what was going to happen next.

  “How can we help you, Nick?” Aidan held the man’s stare, a heavy beat thumping in his temple, his throat. If what the singer was going to suggest was what Aidan suspected…

  An unbidden image flickered through his head, McKenzie, naked, pressed between them both, her head thrown back as both Nick’s mouth and his own explored the perfection of her throat, her breasts.

  His pulse quickened and his balls—so recently depleted—grew hard. Jesus Christ, what was he thinking?

  “I came to ask…” Nick paused, rubbing at his mouth with a hand before raking it through his hair; hair, Aidan couldn’t help but notice, much more messy than it had been at the bar. “I wanted…” He let out a harsh breath, shaking his head and stepping backward. “Fuck,” he muttered, turning his face away, “where’s the cool fucking rock star when I need him?”

  Aidan’s pulse beat faster. He narrowed his eyes, knowing he should do something, say something. But what? What exactly did he want to say?

  Before he could work that out, however, Nick swung his stare back to them both, looking first at McKenzie and then Aidan, a calm resolution falling over his face. A face hundreds of thousands of women—and likely a few men—fantasized about over and over again. A face, when combined with a voice unlike any the world had heard, that elevated Nick Blackthorne beyond fantasies.

  “I want to have a threesome,” he said, that ambiguous accent almost all Australian now. “So fucking much I’m aching all over.”

  McKenzie’s mouth fell open, but not before Aidan was at her side, his stare locked on Nick. “I think—” he started, but Nick cut him off, his gaze holding Aidan’s with just as much force.

  “I haven’t heard music, lyrics, for a long time. Too long to remember.” He let out a ragged sigh. “I haven’t felt alive for a long time either. I’ve been dead inside for so long I’d forgotten what it was like to feel anything. But the second I heard McKenzie laugh—” he closed his eyes for a moment, an expression of sheer rapture crossing his face, “—the second I saw her in your arms…”

  He opened his eyes and looked at Aidan, and that haunted, hesitant torment was back on his face. “I want to be a part of your intimacy.”

  Something heavy and hot surged through Aidan’s veins, though his body. “What you’re saying,” he said, keeping his voice calm, modulated, “is you want to make love to the one woman you know I’ve wanted forever?”

  McKenzie gasped. Nick’s nostrils flared. “Yes,” he nodded. “While you do as well.”

  “You want to…” McKenzie’s unfinished question, uttered on a shaking breath, should have torn Aidan’s stare from Nick’s. But it didn’t.

  “I want to lose myself in the magic of your desire for each other,” Nick continued, the words low and smooth, and yet at the same time rough and husky. “Just standing here now, looking at you both, looking at the room behind you…the rumpled sheets, the rumpled hair…the scent of your pleasure streaming into my body with each breath I take…” He closed his eyes again for a split second, shaking his head as if moved by something Aidan couldn’t experience.

  Or maybe already had?

  “Arousing,” Nick growled, and it was a growl. Guttural and barely controlled, it was the horniest sound Aidan had ever heard a man make. “So damn arousing.”

  He looked at them again. “I’m assailed by images of you both together. Ever since you left me at the bar, Aidan, ever since I knew you were coming back here to claim the woman of your dreams, I can’t stop seeing you together, moving together… Fuck me, I can’t stop wanting to be a part of that.”

  Aidan’s mouth went dry.

  “I don’t want to intrude on your intimacy.” Nick shook his head again, even as he moved his stare to McKenzie, his eyes beseeching. “I know you need time alone, but damn it, just for once, I want to be a part of something so very few people in the world ever get the chance to experience: true bliss.”

  He returned his stare to Aidan. “McKenzie is so fucking gorgeous.” The sides of his lips twitched a little in a small smile. “And God help me, the thought of you making love to her…”

  He left the rest of the sentence dangling between them, saying instead, “I hear music again. I feel it in my soul, but the song isn’t finished.” He paused again, his Adam’s apple rolling up and down in his throat. “Just one day, that’s all I ask. Just one day, the rest of this day. Please.”

  Birthday Girl

  Natasha Moore

  It’s not the age. It’s the attitude—and a healthy dose of kink.

  Paolo’s Playhouse, Book 3

  For Shannon, turning thirty means getting serious. Responsible. Old. She can’t help dreading the day she has to leave her spontaneous, crazy, young self-image behind. Then there are all those unfulfilled items on her to-do list, like that threesome she and her husband, Ty, used to fantasize about. It fell by the wayside, right along with their neglected bag of sex toys.


  Her birthday dinner starts out like any other…then her present arrives at the table. Marc, an old college friend, whose edgy persona tickles her in all the right places. And that’s not all. Ty’s reserved a room at Paolo’s Playhouse—for all three of them.

  By the time the playroom door closes behind them, Ty’s and Marc’s intimate touches and wicked whispers have roused her hormones to a fever pitch. But when kiss comes to nipple clamps, Shannon’s not sure she has the courage to step off the edge of fantasy and fall headlong into reality…

  Warning: Two sexy men focused on pleasing one lucky woman. Wild, anything-goes loving complete with toys your mother never wanted you to know about. You’re welcome!

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  Birthday Girl

  Copyright © 2012 by Natasha Moore

  ISBN: 978-1-60928-690-3

  Edited by Sue Ellen Gower

  Cover by Scott Carpenter

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  Table of Contents

  Dedication

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two