woman?”
“Uh-uh,” she said, tweaking his nipple. “There’s no comparison. She was delicious, but so are you. I want you both, Ethan.” She rolled onto one hip and looked him in the eye. “Is that all right?”
A smile spread across his handsome features. “It will drive me nuts all day at work, wondering if you’re fucking her, but I’ll love every minute of it, Janie.”
She raised an eyebrow with a hopeful smile. “Will you? Good. Then I can keep her?”
He laughed. “You can keep her,” he agreed. “But you can invite me to join in the fun.”
She circled his nipple with her tongue. “I would enjoy it, but she’s wary still. Shy.” An image of Margot’s reddened cheeks formed in Jane’s mind, sending a spike of protectiveness straight to her heart.
“Okay,” he said, closing his eyes, resting up for round two before they had to go pick up their daughter after dinner. “I’ll let you enjoy your little games for now. But soon, Jane. Soon.”
“Soon,” she echoed as her limbs grew weighted with the fatigue of hours of love play. She closed her eyes and thought of having Margot, counting the minutes until she could have her again.
Deep in her heart, Jane knew the bond to Margot was forming. Before Margot had left her bed, she had squeezed her to her silken body and refused to let go. And Jane had read things in her eyes and in her kiss, which seemed to grow more passionate and ferocious as the day progressed.
No, she could barely wait till tomorrow, when she could stare at the supple ass kickboxing in the front of the room, knowing the heat and taste of her. As she drifted off to sleep with the wetness of Ethan’s seed on her inner thighs and the flavor of Margot still on her mouth, she nearly felt the swirl of Margot’s tongue against hers, taking her down in a French kiss.
Her heart told her it was possible to love both people at once. With her admission to Ethan, the bedroom door had been cracked open. Now she had to try to throw it wide and unite the three of them. If she could do this, she knew it would mean the completion she craved.
Biography
Em Petrova is the author of Runes, Isolde’s Wish, Trefoil, The Tempest, Tattoo Dream , and Deux .
Since a young age, Em has been lured by the world of paranormal and romance. She penned her first novel at the age of twelve, and after gaining an arts degree, has returned to her literary roots. She loves to dig deep into the souls of her unique characters and uncover their secret desires when she doesn’t have her nose in a great new read.