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Illicit
Intent
Book Three – Appointment with Pleasure
series
Tina
Donahue
What’s your wildest erotic wish?
For Piper, that’s easy. Two Alpha males who ravish her like
marauding pirates and find her curves beyond luscious. She knows her type isn’t
for every man…certainly not Guy and Joel, right? Guy’s tall, dark and sinfully
virile. Joel’s blond and bronzed. They’re freaking gods, escorts her friend
hired so Piper’s thirtieth birthday is unforgettable with the bondage and
submission she’s fantasized about. Carnal games that awaken Piper’s sensuality,
while her voluptuous figure and sweet vulnerability fuels both men’s animal
hunger.
One evening of decadent pleasure isn’t enough. Piper aches to
perform ménage acts with them for agency clients who like curvy women. A wicked
idea, except for her family’s ties with law enforcement, the threat of exposure.
Is it worth the risk?
Hell yeah. By day, she’ll be good. During their wanton acts, the
three of them will explore their growing bond as they’re very, very bad…
EXCERPT:
Both men smiled at Piper with what
appeared to be genuine pleasure.
Their charm and utter masculinity drew her
closer…the proverbial moth to the flame. She tamped down her reservations
reinforced by a spit-and-polish upbringing, a by-the-book father. It would only
be dinner and conversation after all. No harm in that. Even her dad might
approve of this—if they lived in an alternate universe where sex wasn’t taboo,
but something to be celebrated and indulged in as often as possible.
She reached the terrace. The heady scent
of soil and vegetation surrounded her, along with the newest tune, a bluesy
instrumental heavy on piano and sax. The sounds wicked, seductive.
Guy came around the sofa first, his sudden
proximity delivering his scent. Something fresh and aquatic that reminded Piper
of her pirate fantasy and made her heart pound, the same as his great looks.
He appeared to be in his early thirties
and was one of the most beautiful men Piper had ever seen outside of a movie.
Tall, at least six-three, he loomed over her, his body lean, muscular. His hair
was thick and black, not dark-brown as she’d first thought, curling around his
ears and at the nape of his neck, the ends of it fluttering slightly with the
fan’s breeze. His brows were also black, his lushly lashed eyes a rich cocoa.
In them, Piper saw heat and surprising tenderness. As though he too had been
unwanted in the past and understood her uncertainty.
He held one of the roses from the sofa and
offered it to her. “Happy birthday, Piper.”
His baritone soothed and enticed. His
gentle smile made her yearn.
Piper wondered how it might feel to be
important to him, really treasured. She imagined meeting him after a long
workday at a crowded restaurant filled with gorgeous women. He’d be at the bar,
alone, nursing his drink, his expression bored—or forlorn—until he spotted her.
His handsome features would light up. Ignoring all of the other females, he’d
go to her.
“My turn,” Joel murmured, his deep voice
beyond pleasant.
Like Guy, he appeared to be in his early
thirties and was as tall. He wore his blond hair cropped short on the sides and
in the back, which made him seem more reserved, similar to a cop.
Piper wondered if he’d brought handcuffs
along tonight. She suppressed a whimper, part excitement, part worry, and
continued to stare at him.
In the candlelight, his hazel eyes
appeared to also have a hint of green. His features were rough and masculine.
He too offered her a rose and a kiss on
her cheek. His beginning stubble felt delicious in contrast to the aching
softness of his lips. He smelled so clean, of summer days and sun-baked skin.
“Happy birthday, baby,” he said with
unexpected affection.
Piper’s lower lip trembled.
Gently, Guy wrapped his long fingers
around her upper arm. His hand was hot, his palm dry. Piper’s throat
constricted with too many emotions, all of them tangled.
“You okay?” Guy asked.
Quick tears clouded her vision. Their
kindness and concern were overwhelming, proving more powerful than if they’d
shown her simple lust. Oddly enough, their attention made Piper realize how
much she’d missed out on. Coy flirting. Outrageous seduction. Being the star of
someone else’s fantasy.
She answered his question with a nod, then
for reasons Piper couldn’t begin to understand, she added, “I’m thirty today.”
“A great age,” Guy assured.
She smiled weakly. “Not really. Well,
maybe for a man. How old are you?”
“Thirty-two. Joel’s thirty-one. Right,
buddy?”
“Last time I looked. You want to sit
down?” he asked her.
Piper realized her legs were trembling.
She glanced at the sofa, large enough for three.
Guy eased the chain of her small evening
bag off her shoulder and put the purse on the end of the serving table. She
caught a whiff of braised beef and Alfredo sauce, her favorite topping, cheesy
with a hint of garlic.
Past the food was a huge hot tub she just
noticed. Water bubbled and swirled, its fresh scent complementing the other
fragrances.
Joel pulled an overstuffed armchair away
from the foliage, offering it to her as though he sensed her reluctance to
settle on the sofa. Piper sank into the chair’s forest green cushions and
pressed her legs together so they wouldn’t shake.
Guy dropped to one knee in front of her.
“What would you like to do?”
With great care, Joel eased Piper’s hair
behind her ear.
She inhaled sharply.
He bent down and murmured, “Tell us.”
She wasn’t certain how to answer. Her body
said one thing with her skin all tingly and her belly fluttering. However, her
mind and heart were tentative about taking the next step. Again, she focused on
the sofa, which seemed even larger than a few seconds before. Above it, the sky
stretched endlessly, dusted with stars. Windows glimmered with light from the
not-so-distant buildings. Could the people inside those offices and condos see
within this space?
Would they watch whatever happened, just
as her milquetoast fiancé had when her pirate lovers had taken her on the ship?
“Can we talk?” she blurted. “That is,” she
added, trying to sound in control, “I want to talk.”
“You bet,” Guy said, unfazed by her
request. “What do you want to talk about?”
Piper’s answer died in her throat as he
undid the ankle strap of her sandal. The red heels were an indulgence, the same
as her dress and purse.
Days ago, Elaine had warned, “Wear
something nice when we go out on your birthday.”
“Why?” Piper had asked.
“You want to have fun, don’t you?”
Piper hadn’t questioned the wisdom of
Elaine’s words, nor had she expected “fun” to be like this.
With her naked foot propped on Guy’s meaty
thigh, he ran his fingers up the back of her calf.
Ah. Shocking pleasure swirled from Piper’s leg
to her pussy, then clear to her scalp, making it prickle. She bit back a horny
moan, grateful she hadn’t worn hose tonight. They would have dulled his touch.
Lightly, Joel massaged her shoulders, his
blunt fingertips above the swells of her breasts.
Piper’s head fell back.
Guy seized the opportunity to brush his
lips over her exposed throat.
Damn. His touch registered deep within her core,
touching her soul. Piper shivered and struggled to pull in a full breath.
“Feel good?” Joel murmured, running his
fingers down her cheek.
Piper slumped in her chair, her body
weightless, boneless. “Actually, it’s really great—did you train to be a
masseur?”
He chuckled, “No.”
With great effort, Piper lifted her head
to ask Guy the same. He hadn’t moved back after having touched his lips to her
neck. They were close enough to kiss.
Piper stared, unable to do anything else.
His lashes were longer than Elaine’s. His sexual allure so overpowering,
Piper’s entire body heated up.
Guy’s expression said he noticed her
blush. He smiled. “What?”
His breath was fresh and minty. Piper
longed to taste him, swirl her tongue over his, lose herself in the glory of
his warm mouth and freaking body. To have him take her with abandon, no
different from the marauders she’d so often dreamed about.
Tina Donahue is an award-winning, bestselling novelist in erotic,
paranormal, contemporary and historical romance for Samhain Publishing, Ellora’s
Cave, and Kensington. Booklist,
Publisher’s Weekly, Romantic Times
and numerous online sites have praised her work. Three of her erotic romances (Adored, Lush Velvet Nights, and Deep, Dark, Delicious) were named
finalists in the 2011 EPIC competition. The French review site, Blue Moon
reviews, chose her erotic romance Sensual
Stranger as their Book of the Year 2010 (erotic category). The Golden Nib
Award at Miz Love Loves Books was created specifically for Lush Velvet Nights, and two of her titles (The Yearning and Deep, Dark,
Delicious) received an Award of Merit in the RWA Holt Medallion competition
(2011 and 2012). Take Me Away and Adored both won second place in the NEC
RWA contest (different years). Tina is featured in the 2012 Novel & Short
Story Writer’s Market. She was the editor of an award–winning Midwestern
newspaper and worked in Story Direction for a Hollywood production company.
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