Forget the happy couple—it’s the guests that make this wedding sizzle!
Irene has been in love with her co-worker Brian for years, but she’s never worked up the courage to tell him. When Maggie, a friend from the office, invites them to her wedding weekend at a woodland resort, Irene convinces Brian to share a room. Just when Irene is gearing up to make her move, she stumbles upon Brian making out with a beautiful stranger, Denitsa. Irene is crushed… until Denitsa finds a shocking way to bring the co-workers together.
WARNINGS: This title contains graphic language and explicit descriptions of crinolines, crushes, F/F sex and MFF ménage.
Shifting in so close her breath was hot against Irene’s cheek, Denitsa asked, “What is your name, beautiful girl?”
“Irene.” She looked to Brian. His eyes went wide and then clouded with dark lust as Denitsa leaned in to kiss Irene’s neck. Irene froze, despite the sizzle of Denitsa’s full lips on her skin. “What… what are you doing?”
“Keep doing it,” Brain said before Denitsa could answer.
Irene gulped past the lump in her throat. She couldn’t take her eyes off Brian, stretched out on the bed in dark trousers. His shirt was half pulled out at the waist, and his tie hung loose around his neck. She could see why Denitsa called him “pretty boy,” with his light blonde hair and schoolboy smirk, but he was the handsomest guy Irene had ever met.
“You… want to watch?” Irene felt stupid saying the words, but her intense emotion rendered her utterly inarticulate. All she knew was that she’d do anything for Brian. More than that, Denitsa’s lips on her neck aroused an aching pulse between her legs. As much as she’d like to deny it, she was already so wet she could feel pussy juice seeping down her thighs.
Denitsa asked Brian, “Want to see us kiss?”
“God, yes.” There was a tremble to Brian’s voice, like he couldn’t believe this was happening.
Even though Irene and Brian were on different mattresses, he was close enough that she felt his pull, like he’d hooked her heart and was unconsciously reeling her in.
“Have you ever been with two women, pretty boy?” Denitsa rubbed her feather-soft cheek against Irene’s. It was so much like a dream Irene couldn’t believe this was actually happening.
“What?” Brian asked. “You mean like at the same time?”
Denitsa chuckled, a rumbling growl that resonated low down in Irene’s core. “Yes, at the same time.”
“No,” he admitted. “But something tells me tonight’s the night.”