[Siren Allure: Erotic Romantic Suspense, menage elements involving secondary characters, adultery, public exhibition, sex toys]
Opening her eyes again as Miguel continued to kiss her neck and shoulders with a warm, insistent mouth, she saw Gabriel had leaned forward a little, into the light, watching her, her reactions, the suggestion of her nakedness before him. Through the shadows she stared back, daring him to stop her, daring him not to want her.
New York journalist Stephanie Beauman goes undercover in Sydney, Australia, to investigate a corrupt business deal, taking a job as hostess for enigmatic businessman Gabriel de Romanos. Initially confident, and with groundsman Reno as her ally, she is drawn into a world of high-stakes business, wine, social excess, and murder. As she accompanies de Romanos between Australia and Argentina, he and his suave rival Miguel involve her in their business and sexual games. Stephanie is forced to take increasing risks and finally to choose between her story and her own desire.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Gabriel let out a noise of exasperation. ‘Woman, you really are the most impossible person I have ever met.’ He took a step closer, close enough to remind her of the passion that flared up whenever he was around, destined, it seemed, to keep her tense with desire. She could feel and smell him, but he didn’t touch her. She looked into his eyes and tried to make sense of the thoughts they hid.
‘So,’ she said softly. ‘What do you intend to do about it?’
The words hung and fell between them.
Gabriel crushed her to his chest, his mouth covering hers, his lips and tongue hot and insistent with desire, and hers responding in kind, knowing this time that he would not break off.
All her senses became hyperacute. His taste lingered on her tongue as he moaned and leaned to kiss her neck, her ears, his tongue circling and caressing. All that mattered was the exquisite tingling of her body, the increasing need for him as his hands massaged her buttocks, drawing her to him so that she seemed to mould and they became one. Together, frantically they tore at each other’s buttons then he at her bra until both were topless, her naked breasts relishing the roughness of his lightly haired chest.
Gabriel picked her up in his arms and carried her upstairs, kicking the door open to his room to deposit her unceremoniously on the large red-and-gold bed. Her eyes were only for him, drinking in his broad shoulders, the hint of muscle earned years earlier in his arms. He likewise paused, standing over her, drinking in her small, pert breasts and their pink areolas, her slender waist and hips. He knelt down beside her, taking one nipple in his mouth, sucking and licking as she moaned in delight, aware with each suck of her juices seeping such that she could no longer stop her hips rocking expectantly.
‘Are you sure this is what you want?’ he whispered, but all she could do in response was to draw him closer and kiss him again.
Gabriel pulled himself back, and eased down her jeans until she lay there in her black lace thong.
‘So what is it you like?’ he teased, sitting next to her, his hand gently tickling her inner thigh then withdrawing just as he got close to her most intimate yet hidden delight.
‘Mmm...that certainly,’ moaned Stephanie. ‘Only don’t stop.’
This time his hand brushed over the lips of her sex, still protected by the thong, which she was certain he would know was soaked. Her hips flexed involuntarily.
‘Patience, patience.’ Gabriel smiled as he eased his own jeans and briefs down, revealing an erect cock. Yet he seemed in no hurry, his fingers touching her inner thighs and groin so softly that it sent shivers of anticipation, escalating her hunger. Finally, when she thought she could bear it no more, he pulled down her panties in what seemed like slow motion; as she was revealed to him her excitement crescendoed so that she tried to pull him down to her.
With one hand, he pinned both hers above her head. He kneeled between her thighs, his legs pushing hers apart. The strength of him took her breath away. She felt totally in his power. He leaned into her, his tongue in her ear, whispering to her that she wasn’t going anywhere until he had had her, that for the moment she was his.
Stephanie gave in to the fantasy, swept along with the physical power he had over her, but more to the knowledge that he wanted her as much as she did him. All that mattered in this moment was the coming together, the joining to release tension that was going to explode within her. She felt safe in the knowledge of their mutual desire and let herself go as she never had before, moving into a space where fantasy and reality were one. Her whole body tingled, her hips took on a life of their own, thrusting up to rub against the hardness of his cock, anticipating the delight of its entry.
Still Gabriel held off, the experienced lover who knew to hold her to the last moment; and just at that second it seemed he never would, he entered her, hard and decisive. Stephanie moaned as he thrust inside her, her own needs escalated rather than being satisfied, her muscles holding and working him, selfish in their need to be pleasured and at the same time thrilling in the response they gave Gabriel, adding to his groans and thrusting.