Fantasies become reality for one couple as they share a wild and sexy weekend
Bobby and Chris' relationship is starting to stagnate. They're constantly bickering, and haven't had sex in weeks. On hearing this, Bobby's assistant suggests they take a long weekend to explore each other's sexuality—though she uses rather different wording - and work on each other's fantasies.
As luck would have it, Chris' friend is out of town on a business trip, and agrees to let them use his cottage up in the hills. Gorgeous surroundings, a horny boyfriend, and an agreement between them to make the others' sexual dreams come true. What more could a girl want?
Reader Advisory: This book contains light bdsm.
General Release Date: 30th May 2011
Bobby stirred beneath the blankets. Had the alarm gone off? She was sure she hadn’t heard it, but there seemed to be a lot of light coming through her eyelids. She pondered this for a long minute while her body tried to persuade her to go back to sleep. Something prodded her leg underneath the covers as she rolled onto her side to face the window. She wasn’t up to opening her eyes yet, but she figured the extra light through them may help smooth the transition.
Something poked her again, this time pushing against her ass. She ran a hand down behind her, then sighed as her fingers closed over Chris’ cock.
“For your sake, you’d better be asleep,” she muttered.
“Uh huh.” He began to move his hips towards her, his cock slipping back and forth between her fingers. “That’s me. Fast asleep.”
“All right, but make it quick.” She tightened her grip around his shaft. “I have to get to work.”
His movements stopped. “Uh, work? You’re working today?”
She frowned and rolled over so she faced him, then opened an eyelid. “Well, it is a Thursday. Second busiest day of the week.”
“Shit, sorry. I would’ve woken you if I’d realised. I just assumed since you slept through your alarm, you were off work.”
“What?” She rolled back the other way and grabbed her alarm clock, bringing it within the range of her blurred eyesight. 7:15AM. “Shit!”
She jumped out of bed and flung herself into the bathroom, flipping the shower on as she passed to let it warm up while she brushed her teeth.
“Sorry, honey,” came Chris’ voice through the door.
She spat the toothpaste into the sink. “It’s not your fault.”
It was his fault, she thought as she stepped into the hot water and began to shower faster than the laws of physics should allow. Him and his damn movie night. Who watches a three-hour movie on a Wednesday night? Out of work chefs, that’s who. She chided herself for that as she lathered her hair. It wasn’t his fault he was unemployed, and he was trying hard to find work. It’s not as if he forced me to watch it with him, either.
She stepped out of the shower and jumped as Chris appeared from the door, big fluffy towel in hand.
“Jeez, you scared me.”
JC lives in the south of England and spends the free hours of each day reading, writing, and indulging various other hobbies, in the company of Tuna the cat.
Reviewed by Teresa
This was a great sexually charged short read. It's very well written, and if you're looking for a quick read that feels like you've come away reading a novel, buy this one!
Read more reviews
Add to Wishlist
Read a Sample
Send as a Gift
Available in:
epub, pdf 
Facebook
Twitter
Newsletter