“It was…whoa, amazing” #MWTease from High-Risk Fever

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Happy Wednesday, and thanks again to Angelica Dawson for organizing the MidWeekTeases!

This week’s tease comes from my ménage erotica HIGH-RISK FEVER, which recently re-released with an additional chapter ❤

In this scene, we’re continuing where we left off last week. After watching the two bicyclists playing with each other during the night, Anne is trying to recoup when Todd joins her in the cellar and says, “It’s about what you saw last night”…

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“Oh yeah,” she exclaimed, “well, I’m sorry—”

“No, it’s okay. Just please don’t tell your husband.”

“Oh.” Considering their recent conversation, his plea made sense.

“Please.”

“Oh, of course. You don’t need to worry about that.”

“If he found out, he’d kick us out. And now that Micaela is sick….”

Her heart tightened with worry. “How bad is he?”

“He’s caught a cold. I think he has a fever. So please—”

“I won’t tell anyone. It’s your private business.”

He nodded. “It is, but not everybody is as understanding as you are.”

“I know.”

He paused. The luminous beam from the flashlight trembled. “Listen. I feel bad about last night. Micaela and me, we just…. We were tired. We’d had a long day. We needed to chill.”

She shook her head. “You don’t have to excuse it.”

“We would never do this in public, you know. But we didn’t have a room. We thought everybody was asleep.”

“It’s all right. I’m glad you’re happy together.”

It was a small lie; Micaela’s deceit still annoyed the hell out of her. But she would work to get over it.

Todd’s voice warmed, and his eyes sparkled in the dark. “We love each other.”

“How long have you been together?”

“Well, we met about six months ago, online. I saw his picture, and it was like…he was so beautiful, I mean really incredibly gorgeous. He’s a dancer.”

“Oh….” That explained his perfectly sculpted body and feline agility.

Todd nodded. “I kept his photo in my wallet, and I was so sad that he was in Italy and we couldn’t meet in person. I really wanted to see him, you know.”

She smiled at his enthusiasm. “So, you stayed in touch?”

“Yeah, constantly. And then he invited me to visit during the summer holidays! I couldn’t believe it.”

“So how was it, to meet him for real? Sometimes these things don’t….” She heaved her shoulders.

“Oh, it was…whoa, amazing, so perfect. We hit it off immediately. Couldn’t keep our hands off each other. You know that feeling, when all you think about is that other person, and everything else sorta fades? You’re living a dream, every single minute of the day, and you couldn’t be happier. You want it to last, like, forever.”

“Yeah.” She thought of Brian and the first time they met. His warm hazel eyes staring at her, flirting. The heat rushing through her every time she heard his voice, and the desperate desire for him to touch her.

“Well.” Todd sighed. “I’d better get back. Would you by any chance have some aspirin for him?”

“Sure. Let me finish here, and I’ll bring you some.”

“Okay, thanks.”

Footsteps on the stairs made them both suck in a breath. Todd’s flash beam shook. A second beam of intense whiteness searched the black, low-roofed space, blinding them.

“Anne, are you there?” Brian’s bear voice boomed between cellar walls.

“Yes, by the shelves.” For the second time in a few hours, she felt caught in the act, and hoped to God he wouldn’t ask too many questions.

When he joined them, suspicion marred his features, and he moved the light from one face to the other.

Squinting, Todd gave a sheepish smile, turned, and left them alone.

Brian pointed his flashlight to the stone floor. He stood immobile in the dark, a few feet from her, until the grazing footsteps on the cement stairs vanished.

No more sounds but his faint, controlled breathing. Her instincts told her to wait.

“Making friends, are we?” He cocked his head.

Ah. An ugly feeling squeezed her throat. “W-we were talking, Brian.”

“Yeah, I could see that.” His tone filled with sarcasm. How unusual for this man, who she had always thought to be the sweetest and gentlest of all. He had not once laid a hand on her.

He took a step closer and grabbed her chin between two hard fingers. With his dark pupils reflecting dim light from the floor, he stared into her eyes. Short pulses of coffee breath drifted to her nostrils. “Anne, why was the Italian wearing your bathrobe last night?”

Oh, holy fucking shit.

 
 
Copyright @ 2018 Lea Bronsen

 
 

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Two young and indecently handsome bicyclists visit a village in the French Alps during the summer holidays. Forced by a raging storm to spend the night at the local bed & breakfast, they invade the quiet lives of hostess Anne and her husband, Brian.

A power outage plunges the foursome into darkness, encouraging new liaisons to form, life-long secrets to be unveiled, and steamy lessons to be learned. But once the storm moves on, can the four find a balance and resume their normal lives?

 
 

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