December 14th, 2016

Advent Calendar for Grown-ups by Roanna M. PhillipsRoanna M. Phillips

Whimpers of Pleasure Books 1-5
Excerpt from Book 5 – You are Ours
Erotica / Romance

His new position trapped her between Jace’s legs and there was nowhere to go.
Determined not to be intimidated, she confronted him. “Why don’t you go and find someone to talk to…somewhere far from us?” demanded Evlin.
“I’m perfectly happy right here.”
Rafi looked at Jace over her shoulder, then proceeded to let his eyes travel over her body with a long, greedy look. There was no doubt about that look. It was the look of a man who wanted to see her naked…even under him.
Nothing could convince her it was just her imagination. How could he be so bold to do something like that right in front of his friend? Such disrespect. She took a deep breath to give him a piece of her mind.
“Are you going to tell her or am I going to?” Rafi asked Jace, interrupting her upcoming tirade.
Evlin stopped mid-breath…confused, then looking from one man to the next. Again Rafi gave her body a lustful perusal.
“What? Jace, what is going on?” Evlin looked over her shoulder to Jace sitting behind her.
Leaning in close, Rafi spoke into her ear, his warm breath drifting over her skin. Evlin tried to steel herself but she couldn’t stop the shivers that raced over her body from his heated words. She may not really like him, but there was no hiding that his look, touch, words, did something to her mind and body.
“Jace and I like to play together and I’m here for you to get to know me. To get you used to me while we prepare you for the joy of having two men totally focused on your pleasure.”
Evlin felt her jaw drop as she tried to understand what she was being told. Two men…at the same time! TWO!…TWO MEN!

Whimpers of Pleasure Books 1-5
Sometimes the pleasure is too much…but if you are brave enough dive right in. Discover five sensual stories of women who didn’t think the pleasure was too much and took the chance to be with the men who caused them to make countless Whimpers of Pleasure.

Whimpers of Pleasure Book 5 – You are Ours
After a very long dry spell, Evlin finally started going out again after she yielded to the appeal of her former co-worker Jace. She was taking it slow but she bothered by his continued habit bringing along his friend Rafi. Then to her shock, she discovered the reason behind the two of them always being there. They both wanted to be her lover…at the same time. Thrown into the possibility to be being with two men, Evlin discovers what it is like to be at the center of unrestrained pleasure

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About Roanna M. Phillips

A dreamer from birth, Roanna M. Phillips has wanted to create stories and spin tales for as long as she can remember. Creating characters and letting them go wild gives her a joy that she doesn’t want to live without.
Born on a tiny island where art is admired but not truly respected, daily she follows her dream of being an author. She started by self-publishing her first book, Baby Don’t Scream, and has been putting out books from that moment on.
Roanna’s latest book, Whimpers of Pleasure Books 1-5 is just the most recent of her stories and she has several works in progress that she hopes to put out in the new year. She has several more books to add to her Royal Mates Series and is looking forward to releasing the first in a new series she had been working on.
Roanna thanks each and everyone of her followers and friends for their support as she goes forward on her writing journey.

December 13th, 2016

Advent Calendar for Grown-ups by Alexandra Iff

“Lion’s Vineyard”Anghsty romance

“Evie, I give you one last chance to leave.”

But she doesn’t seem to listen. What the fuck is she doing? She opens the side zipper of her dress and exposes her ribs, the beginning of her breasts, and her belly curve. Then she takes her dress lightly at the hem and lifts it slowly over her body.  When it reaches her shoulders, she gets stuck for a moment. Something catches in her long hair. I don’t move. The body that emerges, as she stands with her legs apart to keep her balance, startles me by the sensuality in every curve. She struggles, shaking herself in what looks like a dance of love, and finally frees herself, her ample breasts and tangled hair. Then she throws it on the floor.

“I am not leaving Connor,” naked, bar her white cotton panties, she stands in front of me like a goddess. So small but yet powerful in many ways.

Her body is perfect. Her breasts large, round, perky. Her nipples hard. She’s looking at me, at what I’ll do next.

It takes me one step to get to her. I lift her in my arms and take her to the sofa bed that’s already open, and I lay her down. I press my lips over hers, and kiss her. I kiss her hard.

“There’s no going back from this,” I whisper in her ear.

My body wants to envelop hers, I’ve been deprived of skin to skin contact for such a long time and if I could have it, with her, just for tonight, I’d do it. I stand up and start taking off my clothes. I want to hurry but at the same time I want to watch her lie in front of me, with her moist lips needing mine and doe eyes that enthrall everything in their sight.

My boxer shorts are last. I take them off and notice her eyes following my rigid cock. I lean down over her, and kiss her again. I don’t want her to get scared, I know I’m big.

With only a pair of panties between us, her nakedness exposes every nuance of her motion. She’s impatient, and I want to take my time. Because there’s no time at all. I’m afraid someone might walk in and take me away. Or take her away.

My hands brush over her breasts, abundant and full. Fuck, I need more time to worship them. I lean down and take her nipple in my mouth. I wanted to do this ever since I laid eyes on them. I suck on it, bite, and don’t let go. It makes her wild. Wanton. It makes her legs open and wrap around my waist. It makes her grind against my cock. I let go, and take her other nipple now, bite on it too, and tug it gently.

I head down, towards her panties. They have to be taken off. I kiss her over them, and continue doing so between her legs. The wet patch in there is giving off a heavenly scent.

I crook my fingers under the elastic band of her panties and slowly, I pull them off, exposing a neatly trimmed curly auburn hair. Her eyes open, as I forcefully grab her thighs from underneath and lift her legs up, spreading her open for me.

“Fuck me. You are one horny girl, Evie.”

December 12th, 2016

Advent Calendar for Grown-ups by Lauren RunowLauren Runow

‘Black Widow’
Erotic, Romantic Suspense

I’m shocked.
I’m mortified.
I’m more turned on than I have ever been in my entire life.
My chest is tight and my stomach starts to ache as my breathing gets so erratic, I can’t hide it anymore.
To change my focus and try to calm down, I look around the scene to see the other two guys with one girl. They’re sitting on a couch with the girl bouncing up and down on one guy while sucking on the other who stands next to them.
I hear her moan in ecstasy around the guy’s dick and I feel myself get wetter than I ever thought was possible from just watching people.
I can’t just sit here. I have to do something.
The glass I was holding is still in my hands so I open my legs just wide enough to slide the glass down in between my thighs, suddenly very thankful that Becca made me wear this short skirt.
The feeling of the cold glass up against my soaked panties is pushing me further than I imagined. The coldness along with the hardness of the glass pressed against me is causing my clit to tingle, releasing pure ecstasy.
Slowly I move my hips from side to side, trying to hide my movements and not make what I’m doing obvious to anyone around. With my vision stuck on the body of a woman I don’t know as a man’s dick slides in and out of her, I feel myself start to almost drool.
I think I’m getting away with my own private little scene until Eros slides closer, whispering in my ear, “Let me help you.”
I take a deep breath, moving the glass and opening my legs a little wider, inviting this stranger to touch me once again.

Lauren Runow is the author of three Adult Contemporary Romance novels, Unwritten, Rewritten and Black Widow.

When Lauren isn’t writing, you’ll find her listening to music that speaks to her, at her local CrossFit, reading, or at the baseball field or skatepark with her boys. Her only vice is coffee, and she swears it makes her a better mom!

Lauren is a graduate from the Academy of Art in San Francisco and is the founder and co-owner of the community magazine she and her husband publish. She lives in Northern California with her husband and two sons.


December 11th, 2016

Advent Calendar for Grown-ups by Alexandra Iff


“Collar of Freedom” 

#1 Bestseller in Romantic Erotica

I reach the office before him, and since I’m the first person to arrive, I turn the lights on and head for my desk. By the time I’m sitting down and waiting for my computer to boot up, I notice him sauntering in my direction. I look away but it’s so difficult to ignore his presence; just when I think I’m safe, he stops in front of me.


There’s something in his voice that is magical, taking me to a land where nothing else exists but us. I want to go there, I do, but I’m feeling guilty, violated and ashamed…Should I?

“My office.”

We both know my war paint is worthless, my defiance, futile. I exhale and yet again, surrender, but I’m not moving. I’m placing all my bets on the last ounce of contempt I have for him …until I feel his hand on my upper arm, ready to pull me up, and I know I’ve lost. I follow him to his office voluntarily. Once inside, he closes the glass door behind me and lowers the blinds. Not talking, he’s probably expecting me to say something. But I don’t. There’s nothing to say. Debased, I stare at the floor.

“I need you to come one more time for me, Amelia.”

What? No! Upon hearing his words I straighten up as if someone’s jolted me with a thousand volts of electricity. I look at him with disbelief, but I’m met by his unfazed stare. Spending time with him feels like riding on a self-destructive rollercoaster. I feel dire.

Unperturbed by the sheer panic on my face, he smiles sardonically and touches my elbow, leading me to his desk while I whisper more to myself than to him:


“No?” He’s mocking.

“I can’t… I can’t… This is wrong…” Having guided me to the corner of the desk, facing it, I now feel the ledge pressing neatly between my legs.

“You are going to love this, I promise you.” He whispers into my ear and gently kisses my neck.

Placing a soft gel wrist pillow on the corner of the desk he faintly touches my pubic bone, only to fix the cushion and…my heart skips a beat. My breathing is becoming shallow, betraying me again. He walks around the desk, by the other corner, diagonally, and standing opposite me, he anticipates a feast with his eyes.

“Come to me, Amelia.” He gives me his hand.

I’m lightheaded and confused. I don’t understand.

“Your hands.” He reaches out to me.

I hold his hands in mine and I am now bent over the desk. He pulls me closer into it, the corner jamming between my legs. His desk snugly fills my gap, the one that was craving something hard yesterday.

“Can you come a bit closer?” His voice is dark and sweet.

I shake my head. Satisfied, he places my hands flat on the desk. He comes around to stand behind me, observing my…body, I think. And me….I only just realize I am bent over, my backside up for his pleasure.

“This skirt is perfect. Free and hopeful.”

I’m now looking like I will fuck his desk any minute. My breathing is becoming incredibly erratic and without any prompt, I perk up my behind, and with it I slightly rub myself on the soft gel wrist pillow.

Oh my! Is this what he had in mind?

I’m slowly losing myself in the anticipation when I feel his hands on me. He pulls my skirt up, revealing my legs and my panties.

His touch is playing with my sanity, and I am lost, my body disobeying me again. My bottom perks up into his hand, ready to be fucked, and I slowly start rotating on the corner of the desk, opening my legs wider and falling flat on the gel cushion.

“Do you want me, Amelia? Inside of you?” How does he know I cannot think straight?

“…I do.” And where did this voice come from?

“Show me.” He is standing behind me, petting my bum cheek with one hand, and rubbing himself with the other. “Show me how much you want it.”

I start my rotating dance slowly, attacking his desk, getting turned on by the second. My dress doesn’t allow me to touch my nipples and it’s driving me crazy. I try to pinch them but it’s hard through my bra. Suddenly I’m jolted by a sharp smack on my behind.

“Ahh…” I moan. What was that? Exhilaration and release! Painful. Exciting! Oh my, I haven’t been smacked before in my life. This is…before I have time to think about it I feel another smack.

I moan louder this time, I’m aching in ecstasy while rotating my hips over the corner.

My body opens up to him and while my hips swerve and swing on his desk, I am waiting, ready for penetration. But it’s not coming. My whole being is transforming though his hand on my behind, one moment petting me and the next smacking me, and his raspy voice, driving me mad.

“Oh, Amelia…the things I could do to you…”

He’s restraining himself, I can feel it, and regarding him over my shoulder, I want to scream “Fuck me” at him. Gyrating harder and harder against the desk, I can sense my explosion coming and I know I’m not thinking straight when I want him inside of me. Mounting the desk higher…I’m trembling.

“Please…..fuck me.” I don’t recognize my whining voice.

“Begging, Amelia?” His voice is dark, in control, but his panting is betraying him, he is as aroused as I am and enjoying me like this, feral and helpless.

“Yes… please…”

I’m begging and I can’t take it any longer. My mind will crucify me later but my soul will save me now. He takes a step forward, closing the gap between us and unbuttoning his jeans; he is seriously contemplating fucking me but I can’t hold off any longer.  In an unbearable proximity to my culmination, I stop waiting. I explode into rapid thrusts over and over, the desk corner pushing hard into me and I come into millions of pieces, sore from the inflexibility of the desk, almost numb, as if I was fucked for hours.

I look over my shoulder and see him leaning on the wall, having ejaculated into his hand, looking at his cock from under the hair fallen over his eyes. He’s panting quietly, still running his hand up and down his wet shaft.

“Fuck….what am I doing?” he mumbles to himself.

What am I doing? I fall down on the desk in exhaustion and I see it, my mind preparing my crucifixion. Should I run away from here, pretending this never happened, or de-mount the desk, fix my panties, now ruffled from my gyrating, and pull my dress down? Recalling my begging, my face is slowly reaching the colour of a red rose. I cannot possibly look at him. Instead, I want to say something that would justify my behaviour…or maybe his, but nothing makes sense anymore. I pull myself together, straighten my dress and head for the door.

“Amelia…” His regretful voice is painfully resonating in the space.

“Don’t! You…you got what you wanted.”

I raise my hand at him as I leave his office, not wanting to hear anything else. Thank god no one is in.


December 10th, 2016

Advent Calendar for Grown-ups by Isobelle Cateisobelle cate

From Midnight’s Paradox(The Cynn Cruors Bloodline series, Book 6):
Need roared through Blake like a furnace, burning so hot he nearly let go of the female’s throat. Lust was never far away. After all, it was the way of the Cynn Cruors. Neither did it leave the warrior once he found his mate. In fact, it burned hotter than when he was unmated. But this, what Blake was experiencing had never happened to him. His pulse thudded at his temples. His heartbeat shot up, as his blood began to simmer — not in pain, but in anticipation of taking her.
When she moved, arching her back slightly as though beckoning to partake of what he had to offer, Blake pinned her further with his hips knowing she would feel his arousal, hard and thick against her mound. A gasp flew from her mouth and her eyes reflected the same confusion they had before, excitement returning as she waited to see what he would do next. Blake moved his hands inside her coat, to the sides of her breasts before cupping them. She closed her eyes and moaned oh-so-softly, the sexy sound spearing Blake right down to his cock. The female arched further into his hand, her head falling back against the wall causing her to expose the column of her throat. Her lips parted in a soundless cry as Blake rubbed her nipples against her shirt, feeling them harden against his touch. She suddenly gripped his biceps and when Blake lifted her, her legs went around his waist. Blake groaned the moment the tip of his cock brushed the heat between her thighs, the scent of her arousal wafting up to him. Sweetness that Blake wanted to sink into, as though by doing so, the demons he fought so hard against would finally be laid to rest.
He bent his head, brushing his lips lightly against hers. Like a flower she opened her mouth for him. With a satisfied groan, Blake plundered her mouth losing himself in her taste. He drank from her, kissing her with such ferocity that he stopped momentarily, not wanting his lust to get the better of them. But the female whimpered in protest and boldly thrust her tongue into his mouth. Blake angled her head to deepen the kiss. Their mouths locked, their tongues mating, swirling, and tasting each other in near desperation. Her mouth fitted his as though she had been made for him and he didn’t even know her. He nibbled at her lips and sucked at her tongue. He fed his desire into her and she answered him.

Midnight’s Paradox is out now on Amazon.


Isobelle Cate is a woman who wears different masks. Mother-writer, wife-professional, scholar-novelist. Currently living in Manchester, she has been drawn to the little known, the secret stories, about the people and the nations: the English, the Irish, the Scots, the Welsh, and those who are now part of these nations whatever their origins. Her vision and passion are fuelled by her interest and background in history and paradoxically, shaped by growing up in a clan steeped in lore, loyalty, and legend. Isobelle is intrigued by forces that simmer beneath the surface of these cultures, the hidden passions, unsaid desires, and yearnings unfulfilled.


December 9th, 2016

Advent Calendar for Grown-ups by Maggie AdamsMaggieAdams

Lustful Letters

The poor boy practically tripped over his own feet running to kneel before me. He leaned in, tongue out, but I flicked it forcefully with my fingers, pulling his hair so he was forced to look up at me. “If I am a bitch, boy, then you are a dog!”
His eyes widened as he recalled his earlier comment. He started to sputter a lame excuse, but I slapped him hard, the sound echoing off the walls. “Kneeling at my feet is your proper place.” I tugged his head forward between my legs. “Know your Mistress’ scent.”
I felt his breath upon my thighs. I sensed his tension, his need. It matched my own, but he must know who was in charge. He leaned closer, the tip of his tongue touched my clitoris. I jerked him back, forcing him to look into my eyes. “Do you dare?” I growled.
I shoved him sideways and he fell back. I hopped off the table, stepping close to his face and glancing at his massive erection. I wanted that; my pussy pulsed and my cream dripped along my thigh. But rules must be adhered to.
“Lick my shoe and know who your Mistress is and where you belong. You only get what I wish to give you, dog.”




December 8th, 2016

Advent Calendar for Grown-ups by Nia FarrellAuthor Nia Farrell labeled

Something More (The Three Graces Book Three) BDSM ménage erotic romance:

Can I kiss you…?

I touch his face, tentative, cupping his jaw and painting his lips with my thumbs. I remember this mouth, citrusy; his breath, freshened with orange breath mints; his long, thick hair, falling around his face like a curtain; his sweat dripping onto me as his body merged with mine. I brush my lips against his, knowing if I were bolder, I’d taste oranges and coffee on his tongue.

He moans. Softly. Such a small thing, but it has the power to shake me to the core. I feel my defenses cracking, feel the walls, so long in place, being pulled down. Brick by brick, I crumble. Tears track down my cheeks as I lean into him, against him, missing his hands on my body, wondering if I can manage to stand being touched.

I open my mouth against his, and the salt from my tears mingles with his taste. He keeps his hands down, his tongue tamed. He opens wider for me, lets me take what I want. I feel a sense of déjà vu. Like the first time we made love, when he lay on the bed and let me touch him, he gives me the control I need to be able to do this.

The next sixty seconds is one slow, sweet, sensual kiss, full of promise, brimming with hope. I pull back from him and stare into his hazel eyes. “Umm.” I can manage nothing else. Shock and awe.

Then it happens. I sense someone behind me, close, unbidden. Surrounded, my survival instinct kicks in and my training takes over. Next thing I know, Cam is on the floor, and I’m headed for Hannah. The very blustery day on the television screen is no match for the whirlwind of me.


December 7th, 2016

Advent Calendar for Grown-ups by Alexandra Iff

“More Than Just a Pair of Pumps”How i want to be kissed

“Look at me Miss Parker. I want to see your face.”

I’ve stopped breathing, and I don’t know what else to say. I hear him moving closer, sitting beside me.

“Hey,” his fingers gently pinch my chin, and slowly pull me to him. My face is bright red, I feel it burning, and the moment his dark eyes land on me, I’m pulled into the void.

“You are beautiful.”

Caught in the carnal web spinning around me, ever so slightly I move closer, and stop breathing again.

“I would love to kiss you, Miss Parker.”

“Do it.”

Inaudible words spoken in a moment of madness; my eyes close and I fall victim to his ways.

“Tell me how you want it…” held in his strong grip, he gingerly rubs our lips together. “Like this,” he nips my lower lip playfully. “Or like this,” his tongue gently glides over the corners of my lips and, as if spellbound, my mouth opens… Wanting, no, needing his kiss. “Or…” he unexpectedly inserts his tongue deep inside my mouth, taking me by surprise and expelling the remainder of doubt I had. I moan; helpless, I’m at his mercy. He’s holding my jaw firmly in his hand and he is leading this game. I…I’m just sitting here, drowning in what seems like a dream full of endorphins, I never want to wake up from.

He pulls back just as fast, and, breathing raggedly, he stays there, on the precipice of our kiss, breathing in my air.

“Please… Don’t stop…” I hear myself speak. I’ve never had a kiss like this. So alive. So possessive. So…carnal. He kisses me again with so much fervor I mold into him. My body…I feel it wants more. It moves forward, into him. His body reacts, but I feel his hands ease off, subtly pushing me away from him. Separated by only the air, although connected in so many other ways, we are both panting.

“If I don’t stop now, I’m not going to be able to stop myself.”

My pupils are dilated, my nostrils flared, I’m breathing like I’ve run a marathon.

“Dimitri…,” I lean back, trying to catch my breath.

“You are one hell of a kisser, Miss Parker.”

“I-I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me.”

Fully absorbed by the memory of our kiss, I’m still high.

“Do you always kiss like that?”

“I don’t kiss at all. Um.. I mean… I don’t know. How did I kiss?” What is wrong with the way I kiss?

“It felt so…” he closes his eyes, knitting his eyebrows. “Perfect. It was like…Like you were hungry for me. Like you haven’t kissed anyone in years.”

“You are my first kiss in six years.”

December 6th, 2016

Advent Calendar for Grown-ups by Scarlett ReddScarlettRedd

Snippet from: Five Miles Out :

“Here you go dear, glass of wine for you” he said sweetly as he pushed the other glass across the counter towards her.
Raising her eyebrow, wondering what his game was she picked the glass of wine up waving it at him “Thank you, cheers, hope it’s not laced with arsenic” she said warily to him.
“I’m sorry” he said huskily
“What are you after?” she asked as she eyed him suspiciously.
“Hmmm” he said, as he came around the counter stalking towards her sporting a rather large hard-on making his intentions rather obvious. Coming up behind her, he grabbed her around the waist, burying his head in her hair.
“Oh! Maybe I’m not in the mood. Maybe I have a headache…” when she felt him grinding his cock into her back. Soon she could feel him getting even harder against her lower back.
“Oh come on baby” as he nuzzled in her ear nipping her earlobe. “Don’t be like that” coming down to nuzzle on her neck in that spot that made her weaken.
“Ooooohhhh!!!…” she moaned “it’s not fair Chris; you know all my weak spots don’t you?” She turned around. Angry at herself for what she was about to do kissing him hard on the lips.
Grabbing her face in his hands and placing his lips on hers, he poked his tongue into her lush fruity tasting mouth from her sip of wine. She moaned, while they battled tongues in her luscious fruity mouth. She soon felt herself starting to get wet down below along with her clit starting to throb. You traitor, she thought to herself. We should still be mad at each other. Unfortunately, he knows how to get round me, and where all my weak spots are to use against me, so that I succumb to him.
Bringing his hand down from her face, he started playing with her nipples through her thin shirt taking advantage of the fact she was braless underneath making her moan even harder. Chris made her nipples stand to attention, aching with want, in need of attention. She gasped throwing her head back, enjoying the feeling of him playing with her nipples. Causing her to start rippling inside, he grabbed her t-shirt at the bottom pulling it quickly up over her head.

Quickly he was down on her taking her left nipple in his mouth. Sucking, licking slowly around her fairy ring, and teasing her nipple with his tongue. Meanwhile using his hand on her other erect nipple, he began rubbing the tip between his fingers. He groaned in delight loving her nipples making him get an erection so hot and hard in his jeans. It soon caused him to begin to ache. Popping off her nipple he bent down and pulled her skirt over her hips, pulling it down her legs for her to step out of. In a husky voice “I’m overdressed here, what are you going to do about it?”




December 5th, 2016

Advent Calendar for Grown-ups by Alexandra Iff

alexandra iff


#1 Bestseller in Romantic Erotica

Putney Bridge is in the distance, on my right, and I see a boat passing by, going towards the bridge. My attention is drawn to someone sitting next to me on the bench, with coffee in his hand. Another lost soul, most likely with related inner dialogue. Whoever it is, he’s almost touching my body and making me feel uncomfortable.

Without looking I lift myself slightly and move away a few inches. As I sit back I turn and politely smile in his direction, as if to say, “It’s okay, plenty of space for the two of us,” when I see who it is.

“Amelia.” Alexander greets me nonchalantly.

I am still slanted forward, turning my head away from him almost too soon; he’s not welcome on my bench. Connected by the sound of the river’s waves against the bank, we sit in silence for a moment.

“Look at me, Amelia.”

His deep voice makes me shiver. It’s verging on kind, almost pleading, but I ignore him; I know better. If I don’t look in his eyes, I’ll be fine.

“So…You’re the new boss,” I say indifferently, not moving my head. He needs to know I have a voice, that I’m not always docile.

“I’m sorry. I probably should have said something,” the wind conveys his scent my way and he smells tempting. He’s been so close but yet so far, I think I’m officially trained to get aroused by his scent. “Please, look at me,” his voice is gentle, apologetic.

I look down at my coffee cup and recline on the bench next to him, crossing my legs, my left shoulder inches away from his.

“The safest thing for me right now is not to look at you.”

“You’re being ridiculous.”

“I’m not, and please, let’s not do this. There’s no need for us to talk anymore. The embarrassment I went through is enough.”

“I’m sorry?”

Still staring at my cup, I try to stay calm. “Alexander…um…Mr. Reeves,” I correct myself. “To say I’m humiliated for what you made me do is an understatement. Please…just go.”

“Humiliated?” His surprise confuses me. “You think what I made you do is humiliating?”

“Masturbating all over the place for someone else’s pleasure? Yes,” I say quietly, trying to hide the indignity in my voice. “I performed inconceivable acts for you, no one else.”

“Is that what you’ve been doing? Performing inconceivable acts?” he replies scornfully.

I have a sour smile on my lips and I shake my head in disbelief. My eyes are still on my faithful cup. “Was I doing something else? Please enlighten me, if you think I was,” I say sarcastically.

“Mrs. Jones, I believe you’re a woman cloaked under your marriage, hiding. Condemned wife, equipped to increase the limit of penance that you find suitable.” He’s looking for my eyes but I don’t yield. They’re faithfully staring at my coffee cup. “You know…it’s not worth it in the long run.”

His words light up like a neon sign in my mind, the bare truth.

“Are you married, Mr. Reeves?” That’s the first thing that comes to my mind.

“I’m not saying you should leave your husband! I’m saying go out there and see what makes you happy!” Irritated I’m still ignoring him; he loses his patience. “And look at me when I talk to you for fuck sake!” he snaps.

“I know what makes me happy!” I sneer.

I don’t think you do!”

Aggravated by his blatant behaviour and deprecatory comments, I look directly at his face, my eyes narrowed in anger.



His triumphant smirk slowly makes an appearance and he looks at me, confident. He knows the effect he has on me. We are inches apart in broad daylight and I cannot move. I’m mesmerized. I move my face slowly back toward my cup but my eyes linger on him, unable to sever the bond.

“Oh Amelia…trust me when I say I want to stay away from you…but it’s so damn hard…”

This game is all too familiar. Extracting my essence, leaving no logic behind, he’s savouring me with his eyes, rousing extraordinary feelings in me…just as he did this morning.

“Now, Amelia, I blame you for this…,” he moves closer, leaning towards me on the bench, lifting his brows. “Shall we see what makes you happy? Hmm?”

“Um… I…” Where is my voice?

“Uncross your legs for me.”