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Whipped Cream "Best Book" Rating
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Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Happily Ever After Review
"Juniper Bell has written an erotic historical that kept me glued to the pages."'
"I thoroughly enjoyed reading about Alicia’s growth and self discovery. She starts out as an unsure young wife, and discovers her hidden sexuality that she shouldn’t be ashamed of, but embrace. For a highly erotic, sensual read with a historical flare, I recommend My Three Lords."
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Summer Vacation Blog Tour - F.L. Bicknell
The Darkness of Sable
by F.L. Bicknell
Published August 2010 from Passion in Print. Print and ebook (release date pending).
Blurb:
Struggling to deal with the disappearance of her daughter and in a creative slump, sculptress Sable Hendricks-Tade travels to Florida for rest and relaxation only to find herself thrust between divided paranormal worlds. One side wants her dead and the other will do anything to keep her in its "wicked" embrace. Determined to get answers, she searches for her missing daughter and spirals into the realm of immortals and goddesses where she quickly realizes her agent is her only anchor to reality. But can she trust him to keep her safe?
Thomas Valimar, a highly trained marshal working with a network of humans to maintain the line between the paranormal and human worlds, is assigned to protect Sable from the magic she doesn't realize she possesses. Operating undercover as her agent, his duty soon turns to passion as he falls for the beautiful artist.
Drawing Sable into their world of sex, magic, and intrigue, the dark forces will do anything keep Sable in t heir clutches so they may feed from her emotions and mysterious ability. Only through sheer determination and Thomas' love can Sable walk through other realms and not only battle the paranormal creatures that wish to destroy her live but save her daughter as well.
Excerpt:
Upon hearing Sable’s scream, Thomas’s blood ran cold. His startled gaze met the lovely woman’s next to him, and then he spun on his heel, facing the chaos at the dais.
Flash bulbs bombarded her with their brightness, and camera phones clicked repetitively. She scrambled to her hands and knees and then shielded her face with her hands.
Nearly everyone around him moved closer to the embarrassing scene. He scanned the crowd for anything unusual and found only the Paranorm posing as an officer. For an instant, Thomas thought he saw something else standing in the cop’s place, something tall with big, curling horns sprouting from its head. He blinked. Had he imagined it?
He took a step toward the dais, but the woman next to him grabbed his sleeve.
“Don’t.”
“I have to protect Sable,” Thomas whispered and shrugged her off.
“Protect her from what?” the beautiful black woman replied, her gaze stern. “There’s nothing there. Discretion is a big part of protecting your ward.”
He returned his attention to Sable, who accepted Isa’s proffered hand to help her up.
“Valimar, have you fallen for the woman?” she asked.
“Don’t be ridiculous, Yasmine,” he snarled. His heart flailed so hard he felt faint. Again, he glanced across the gala, taking in all the faces, looking for movement in shadowy corners. “What good am I as a Paranormal Marshal if I can’t protect her?”
“You forget that The Golden is with her.” She patted his arm. “Only a fool would make an attempt on Sable’s life in The Golden’s presence.”
“See that guy over there?” He inclined his head in Officer Delmont’s direction. “The one with the coal-black hair.”
“Yes.”
“What or who do you see?”
“A nice-looking man, why?”
“He’s a Paranorm, but for a moment I thought I...”
She focused jade-green eyes on Thomas.
Feeling silly, he shrugged. “Never mind. I think stress is messing with my mind.”
“Isn’t he the one assigned to help you guard Sable?”
“Yeah, but I don’t trust him.”
Yasmine snorted derisively. “Few Paranorms can be trusted, Valimar, you know that.”
“Come on.” Thomas took Yasmine’s hand and drew her toward the onlookers. “Let’s see what we can find out.”
As they shouldered through the crowd, Thomas waved to Sable, showing her he was on his way. Fear for her stomped in his heart. By the Judges power, how the hell do I protect her from something I can’t see?
He pushed past a man in a hideous green suit jacket, who wore enough cologne for twenty men. Behind him, Yasmine sniffed abruptly and then sneezed. Pausing a few feet away, Thomas witnessed unshed tears glimmering in Sable’s eyes. A lump that felt like the size of a cinder block formed in his throat. Oh, how he wanted to comfort her, to chase away her embarrassment and fear.
Drawing within earshot of the dais, Thomas heard Isa ask, “Are you all right?”
Sable bit her trembling lower lip and then nodded to Isa.
“Bless you, child.” Isa motioned, and security personnel rushed to the scene.
Thomas kept watching for stealthy movements, twinkles in his peripheral vision that denoted magic about to be used by someone, and odd nuances in a person’s eyes or form. However, nothing out of the ordinary hinted at its presence.
Officer Delmont moved closer to the scene.
If he touches Sable, I’ll beat him to death with a champagne bottle.
As if the policeman sensed Thomas’s thoughts, Officer Delmont turned toward him and smiled.
Okay, buddy. Thomas offered the cop a challenging gaze. Make one stupid move and it will be your last.
“Once you’re sure Sable is all right,” Yasmine said, her voice low, “we need to find a place to discuss some things.”
“Damn, Yasmine. This isn’t a good time. I can’t leave her here unprotected.”
“She’s with The Golden, and the Paranorm is nearby too. She’ll be fine.”
He sighed. It’s not The Golden who worries me.
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Monday, August 16, 2010
Summer Vacation Blog Tour
Monday, August 9, 2010
Review of My Three Lords
I was so thrilled with this review, I had to post it! I'm a huge fan of Blackraven's Erotic Cafe -- I've had a great time being interviewed over there -- and now they've added reviews as well. Here's a couple snippets of Lea's review of My Three Lords. She gave it 5 Ravens and made it a Recommended Read.
Thursday, August 5, 2010
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Friday, July 2, 2010
July 4th Blog Hop
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Tuesday, June 29, 2010
My Three Lords - Official Excerpt
Copyright © JUNIPER BELL, 2010
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.
“I make you two promises, Alicia. The first is that I shall not take your maidenhead. Only one man may do so, and that is your husband. The second is that tonight you will experience more pleasure than you’ve ever imagined, thanks to me. If the Earl were here tonight, you’d receive no gentle caresses, no stroking such as I intend to give you. Your nipples would be left untouched, save for a rough tweak or two. Whereas I intend to savor their sweetness and watch them stand to attention like pink sentinels of your desire.”
There had been another feeling as well, a charge in the air that had made my skin prickle.
I felt it again as his eyes deliberately consumed my body, top to toe. Under my eyelashes, I performed an inspection of my own. The Marquis was not a bad-looking man, slender of build, perhaps a head taller than myself. As always, he was dressed in the height of fashion, with an embroidered cream waistcoat and a splendid coat of dark blue superfine that fit him to perfection. He always appeared to be mocking the world around him, but over the years I had on occasion seen him perform small kindnesses that surprised me.
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Release Date for My Three Lords
Saturday, May 29, 2010
My Three Lords - Excerpt (unedited)
“I make you two promises, Alicia. The first is that I shall not take your maidenhead. Only one man may do so, and that is your husband. The second is that tonight you will experience more pleasure than you’ve ever imagined, thanks to me. If the Earl were here tonight, you’d receive no gentle caresses, no stroking such as I intend to give you. Your nipples would be left untouched, save for a rough tweak or two. Whereas I intend to savor their sweetness and watch them stand to attention like pink sentinels of your desire.”
Pinned as if I were a helpless butterfly, I lost myself in the soothing cadence of his speech. I became aware of the heat and strength of his body, and an unfamiliar tingling in my belly.
“You may think you prefer the Earl, but you’d regret it deeply. Your deflowering would be painful rather than pleasurable. Harsh rather than sweet. Such an event in a young girl’s life should bring tears of joy along with the tears of pain. That is what I offer, and the Earl, cognizant of your best interests as well as his own, has allowed me to provide this service. Do you understand?”
I nodded, and when he didn’t respond, whispered, “Yes.”
“Then come. Rise now.”
The weight lifted off me, and he helped me to my feet. When I stood facing him, I saw a look such as I’d never seen on his cynical face before. He looked almost tender. Slowly, gently, he traced the skin along the edge of my loosened petticoat. I felt a prickling in the tips of my breasts. When I looked down at myself, the nipples were just as he said, pink and standing up through the layers of undergarments. He hooked his finger in the lacy border between my breasts. My breath caught.
“I won’t proceed further unless I have your full consent. Despite my reputation, I am not in the habit of forcing my attentions on unwilling girls. I must know that you accept what I’m offering you, fully and completely.”
His black gaze seared into me, as if he could see all the hidden corners of my soul. And perhaps he could, because God help me, I wanted the things he’d promised, and more. I wanted to lie down on the bed and roll myself in the bedclothes, or strip off my chemise and run outside under the stars. I didn’t fully understand what was happening to me. My body felt heavy and yet light at the same time.
“I do,” I whispered. “I accept.”
His eyes glittered in the candlelight. I felt dizzy. For a moment, I was back in the barn at home, caught with a goatherd’s hand hovering over my breast. I’d looked up in alarm at the sound of soft laughter. The sight of the Marquis’s delighted, mocking smile had turned me to stone.
There had been another feeling as well, a charge in the air that made my skin prickle.
I felt it again as his eyes deliberately consumed my body, top to toe. Under my eyelashes, I performed an inspection of my own. The Marquis was not a bad-looking man, slender of build, perhaps a head taller than myself. As always, he was dressed in the height of fashion, with plum-colored breeches and a splendid coat of superfine that fit him to perfection. He always appeared to be mocking the world around him, but over the years I had on occasion seen him perform small kindnesses that surprised me.
“There has always been a special feeling between us, has there not?” As he spoke, he deftly removed my petticoat and stays until I stood in nothing more than a chemise. I shivered at his nearness. Not for the first time, I thought what a powerful man he was, not in physique but in presence…a powerful man inclined to darkness.
He picked up a candle and slowly walked around me, shining its light on my body. The warmth from the candle paled in comparison to the penetrating weight of his gaze. I fixed my eyes on the pretty vanity on the far side of the room. I counted five silver brushes and considered attempting to count the individual bristles to distract myself from the strange feelings stealing over me.
A gentle touch on my posterior made me start. His hand cupped my bottom and warmth flooded my being. How could such a simple touch create such an uproar within me? With a firm hand and wandering fingers, he stroked my flesh. I felt the back of my chemise inch up my legs. The feel of his fingertips roaming across the backs of my thighs was so exquisite, I closed my eyes so the pleasure would continue.
“Ah no, my dear, you are not allowed to close your eyes. I want you to fully comprehend that it is I, the dreaded Marquis de Beaumont, who is bringing you this enjoyment. Whose hands are now stroking your tender buttocks?”
Tendrils of fire seemed to spread across my bottom as he quickened his touch. “Yours,” I gasped.
“And who intends to remove this interfering chemise from your body?”
My throat became suddenly parched. If he removed my chemise, I would be naked before the most notorious rake in England. “You,” I whispered. “But, please…”
“Yes?” His fingers danced up the curve of my spine and my belly seemed to quiver in response. Cool air caressed my back as he drew up the chemise. “Ah, so lovely. I’ve waited a very long time for this moment.”
I clutched the front of it to my chest. My head was such a confusing swarm of thoughts, I didn’t know what I wanted to say. Please continue. Stop this instant. The two opposite impulses battled in my mind. “Why me?” I managed.
“Why you?” My question did not make him pause in his intrusions on my body. Every inch of exposed skin drew a caress or a pat from his relentless, curious, knowing hands. Every touch sent a cascade of shivers across my flesh. “I’m sure you don’t remember, but you first caught my eye as a girl dashing after your brothers. You ran directly into me, like a Spanish bull into a cape. I have been accustomed to find myself a figure of fright for young girls. But you seemed to have no fear of me. I plucked you off the ground and held you high. You looked back at me with those frank eyes of yours, whose color I find no words for, somewhere in the mysterious realm between gray and blue, and you said, quite simply, “You were directly in my path. You will please to put me down now.” And so I did, and watched, bemused, as you raced away to join your brothers. At that moment I knew you were an unusual girl.”
By this time he was in front of me, loosing my hands from their grip on my chemise. I looked up at him and found myself surprised by a hint of softness in his usually sharp eyes.
“This chemise,” he told me softly, “can hide nothing from me. I know your soul, my dear, perhaps better than you do yourself. You desire things you cannot name. You sense it in the springtime air, the moonlight over a stream, the scent of lilacs in the sunshine. The world promises you something just beyond your senses, something you cannot grasp, simply because you don’t yet know how. I will show you how, my dear."
Thanks for reading! Did I mention it's unedited? My Three Lords is coming soon from Ellora's Cave Exotika line. As soon as I know the release date, I'll share it here.
Peace and love, Juniper
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Five Random Facts about Juniper Bell
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Nicole Austin's "Kenna's Cowboy"
BLURB
Cursed with unusual abilities, orphan McKenna Fulton has always been different, an outcast. But she’s been Chosen.
More accurately, she is one of the Chosen. Eight individuals—four women and four men—selected at birth to guard slices of crystal. The Heart of Fire.
The whole thing is more than a little farfetched. Kenna can handle the part of getting down and dirty with the bad dude. She’s even okay with guarding a crystal. But losing her free will and being stuck with some guy, her destined mate, uh-uh. Not happening.
Local mechanic Ryker Thomas is more than he appears and has his own set of abilities. Kenna wants nothing to do with the southern charmer. So what if he has a matching crystal and the damn things hum and vibrate whenever they’re close together. That doesn’t mean she’ll toe the line.
He can’t be the one she’s supposed to be with. Fate wouldn’t be so cruel as to send her a cowboy when what she wants is a bad boy.
EXCERPT
©Copyright Nicole Austin
Note: This excerpt is intended for those readers 18 years old or older.
Excerpt:
“Kiss me, cowboy.”
Ryker had every intention of fulfilling Kenna’s request and then some. He’d wanted to get to know the strong, enigmatic woman since her first day in town. She’d managed to keep her distance but not anymore. Now that he had her all to himself, he had no intention of letting go.
His hands slid around her waist and he pulled her soft curves against his solid frame. God, she fit him just right. Built like a brick house—tall, curvy and stacked—she was perfect. Full tits cushioned his chest almost as sweetly as her soft belly nestled the length of his aching cock.
With the first brush of their lips she purred and melted into him. Her lips parted in silent invitation, testing his resolve to go slow. He traced the pouty shape of her lush pink mouth, instantly addicted to her spicy cinnamon taste. It suited her, as did the dark, tough-chick clothes she wore.
Kenna was no fragile rose to be kept sheltered and there was nothing tentative in her kiss. She met his lips head on, her fierce passion draining all the blood from his thinking head and funneling it straight to his randy dick. Her tongue shot past his lips, delving and tasting, driving his hunger higher. He followed as she retreated only to have her suck on his lower lip and snap his control.
Following the curves of her ass, he cupped the firm cheeks and gave her a quick squeeze before grasping her thighs. As he lifted, she wrapped those gorgeous legs around his waist, hooking her ankles and holding on tight. He groaned and she drank down the sound as he set her on the fender of Joey’s car, freeing his hands to explore.
Kenna devoured him, plain and simple. She sucked on his tongue and he had no trouble picturing her on her knees showing such avid attention to his cock. Her hands got in on the act, first gripping his shoulders then moving lower, flowing over his chest as if she were blind and reading his body by Braille.
“Oh shit. You’re bleeding.” She went from feeling him up to ripping at his shirt. Two strong tugs and the material gave, splitting down the middle.
Bleeding?
Ryker glanced down, trying to figure out what she was going on about. A dark red stain marred the tattered blue material. He hadn’t taken part in the fight, didn’t feel any pain, so how the hell could he be bleeding?
She grabbed the braided leather around his neck and tossed the pendant over his shoulder. “Keep that away from me.”
Why the hell did she have against his necklace? She wore a strikingly similar one. Not that it mattered when the fingers stroking every inch of his chest into a frenzy almost distracted him from the genuine concern in her big violet-colored eyes.
Jesus! He couldn’t remember the last time someone worried about him. Kenna also looked fighting mad, ready to tear apart anyone stupid enough to have caused him harm.
His heart turned over in his chest and pounded a wild rhythm against his ribs. Ryker caught her hands and brought them to his lips, kissing her knuckles with reverence. “I’m fine. It’s not my blood, darlin’.”
Kenna looked deep into his eyes for the space of several stuttered heartbeats then thrust her fingers into his hair, unseating his hat. She tugged, pulling him into a punishing kiss. They were both panting for air when they surfaced sometime later.
The loud slap of her palm connecting with his face echoed through the garage. Ryker rubbed at his stinging cheek and glared. “What the hell was that for?”
“Don’t you ever scare me like that again!”
Damn, she had a lot of spunk. And the fierce protective gleam in her eyes—what a fucking turn-on. His cock jerked against the painful constriction of his jeans in agreement. While he was dying to plunge deep inside Kenna, he wouldn’t be rushed. Not with her. This was too important to screw up. “I’ll try my best, darlin’.”
The primitive instinct to claim and mark this woman as his was nearly overpowering his desire to give her more pleasure than she’d ever known. Deep down an inner conviction assured him they had a lifetime ahead of them but it didn’t ease his driving need to fuck her senseless.
“You have too many clothes on.”
“Mmm…so do you, cowboy.” Her lascivious smile had the same effect as a mainlined shot of pure adrenaline. “How about shucking those jeans.”
His cock throbbed and his jeans sported a wet spot. Ryker wasted no time toeing off his sneakers, peeling away both his jeans and briefs in one swoop, then shrugging off the tattered remains of his shirt. He pulled a foil packet from his pants pocket and held it in his hand.
“Your turn.”
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Tuesday, May 11, 2010
My Three Lords - The Cover and Blurb
How is one innocent country girl to choose between a Duke, a Marquis and an Earl? Must she?
When Miss Alicia Silverwood marries the Earl of Dorchester, he whisks her off to Notre Plaisir, a country manor where erotic surprises await at the hands of three powerful lords and longtime friends.
The young Earl needs a wife and heir. The cynical Marquis de Beaumont needs a playmate. And the commanding Duke of Warrington needs a reason to live. As for the new Lady Dorchester, she’s just beginning to discover the true nature of her own sensual needs. To complicate matters, she’s falling in love.
It might take a miracle for Lady Alicia and her three lords to come to an arrangement that makes everyone happy. Or maybe all it takes is a little scandalous rule-breaking…
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
My Three Lords - The Cover
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Easter Blog Hop
Of course, they all have an open invitation to appear in "My Three Lords"! Thanks for stopping by. While you're here, feel free to explore my blog and check out my free reads and excerpts. Hey, you might even stumble across an Easter Egg.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
New Contract
Saturday, March 6, 2010
Training the Receptionist - The Sequel?
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Training the Receptionist -- Big News
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Training the Receptionist is Now Available
“Training the Receptionist” by Juniper Bell
Genre: Erotica
Samhain Publishing ISBN: 978-1-60504-949-6
Length: Novella
Price: 3.50
Publication Date: March 2, 2010
Cover art by Scott Carpenter
It’s her naughty dream job—if they’re satisfied with her performance…
Eager to escape her miserable existence in Low-Life, Long Island, street-wise Dana Arthur jumps at an entry-level position with the consulting firm Cowell & Dirk. As her training period begins, she quickly discovers she’s required to do more than take messages and order office supplies. Her job description contains some deliciously naughty duties that give receptionist a whole new meaning.
Simon has almost given up on finding the right woman who will please his clients as well as his demanding partner and mentor, Ethan Cowell. No one measures up—until Dana. Her inner fire and fearless nature are perfect for the job. No matter what wicked punishment he devises to chastise her for her on-the-job mistakes, she accepts with a relish that leaves him wondering which one of them is really in control.
The last thing he expects to discover is that she’s a perfect sexual soul mate he can’t bear to share. But share he must—it’s part of his business agreement. Unless he makes Ethan the deal of a lifetime…
Warning: This title contains explicit sex, bondage, ménage, ingenious use of office furniture, lingerie, and the occasional sex toy. Oh, and did I mention the package delivery guy?
Monday, March 1, 2010
New Release Excerpt Monday
Savoring every moment, I fought to stop my own release so I could appreciate his. But it was a pointless battle. In the next instant, the earthquake struck. My body flew apart into a million pieces. The top of my head blew off. Some kind of sound burst from my throat, but I had no ears to hear it. No eyes to see anything besides the bright sun that consumed my world in an explosion of ecstasy.
The first thing I heard when I came back to earth was Simon’s voice in my ear. “All mine, sweet,” he said. Redundant, but apparently he felt the need to repeat it.
The next thing I heard was the sound of someone clapping.
Someone clapping? That wasn’t right. My eyes flew open and tried to focus. Outside our pool of light, in the shadows of the doorway, stood a dark figure. What the fuck? I twisted around on Simon’s lap to face the intruder. Simon hugged strong arms around me.
“Ethan?”
“Simon. And Dana. Well done.”
“I didn’t expect you back until tomorrow.” Simon’s voice was tight.
“I was lucky enough to catch an earlier flight.”
Why on earth were they discussing travel plans while I was all bare-breasted and wet-pussied in front of them?
“We need to talk,” Simon said to Ethan.
“Oh?”
“Yes. There are some things we need to discuss.”
“Unusual.” He had a voice like gravel. And that killer British accent.
“Yes.”
“May I approach?”
Simon paused. I tensed. “Yes,” he said.
Ethan Cowell stepped forward. I held my breath as he came close. When the light hit his face, I saw he was not at all what I’d imagined. He wasn’t all suave the way he sounded on the phone. He looked rugged, with graying blond hair and ice blue eyes, like a Norwegian ski champion.
He stepped closer. My nostrils flared, like an animal picking up a strange scent. Something wild and promising, like the ozone you smell in the air before it rains. When he stood before me, scanning my body, I shrank back against Simon. A silent current of communication ran between us. Simon’s grip around my waist made me feel secure, not trapped. I knew it was a test. Could I handle Ethan Cowell?
“Beautiful,” said Ethan. He reached out and touched one of my nipples.
Already hard, it stiffened even more. How had he known my nipples still craved some contact? He touched it lightly, then flicked the other one. My body reacted with a little jump. Simon’s arms tightened around me. His cock twitched against my leg. He was enjoying this. And surprisingly, I didn’t feel the panic I’d expected. Instead, a weird thrill went through me. There was something in Ethan’s touch, something electric and alien.
Safe in Simon’s arms, I sighed and surrendered to the pleasure of having my breasts caressed by this stranger. I wasn’t alone in my arousal. Simon was rock hard. I was starting to drift into a narco-haze when Simon pulled me away.
“No, Ethan. It’s not going to work. I’ve decided to let Dana go.”
That snapped me right out of it. “We already talked about this!”
“But I haven’t changed my mind, darling.”
Ethan looked back and forth between the two of us. “I can resolve this very simply. Dana, you’re rehired. I’m the senior partner, and I have ultimate authority over personnel decisions.”
Simon jumped to his feet, dragging me with him. “Maybe so, but there’s one decision that’s not up to you. I quit.”
“What?” Ethan narrowed his eyes to slits of quartz. My mouth gaped open.
“Dana, you’re coming with me!” With one hand, Simon yanked me across the room. His other hand was busy trying to zip his pants over his erection. We must have been quite a sight. My blouse was still hanging open, and my skirt halfway up my thighs.
“Hey!” I dug in my heels and leaned back. We probably looked like some kind of cartoon. An X-rated Road Runner. “Stop!”
We stopped right at the door, in the shadows. I lowered my voice so only Simon could hear. “This isn’t about me, is it?”
“What are you talking about? Of course it is.”
“No. It’s you. You’re not trying to protect me. You’re trying to protect yourself.”
In the dimness, I could barely make out his face, but I didn’t need eyes to know how Simon felt. I felt it in my bones, in my skin.
“Okay, I admit it,” he said, reluctantly. “It’s me.”
“Why?”
“It turns out I don’t want to share you.”
Share me.
Once again, a strange shiver danced through my body. Not disgust, like you would think. More like fascination. Anticipation. Yeah, something like that.
“You’re mine, Dana. Not Ethan’s. Mine.”
“Oh, Simon,” I said slowly. “My heart is yours. Completely yours. The rest…”
“What are you saying?”
I drew close to him, close enough to whisper in his ear. His cheek brushed against mine, and I felt the beginnings of stubble, smelled the scent of our sex. Heard again the sound of Ethan Cowell clapping. “I…liked it. With you and him, together.”
“Ah.”
“I started imagining all the possibilities. Doesn’t it turn you on, thinking about it?”