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. Todd has joined Anne in the cellar to explain what she saw last night, when her husband comes down the stairs and asks why Mica was wearing her bathrobe…

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Anne tried to still her heartbeat with a couple of slow, deep breaths and hoped he wouldn’t notice. Though they didn’t see much in the blackened cellar, she hoped the flashlight he pointed to the cement floor didn’t provide enough light for him to catch any twitch in her face. The uncontrollable nervous tics of a liar.

Careful, now. Be smart. Think fast.

Her throat constricted, but she forced the words with a calm, steady voice. “He was really cold. He asked me to give it to him, so I did.”

“Hmm.” Brian removed his fingers from her chin and stood silent for a moment, observing her.

The waiting lasted so long, she thought he’d accepted her explanation. She almost sighed with relief.

Wrong. Hazel eyes gleaming, he tilted his head and lowered his voice. “But sweet Anne, how did you do that?”

Uh-oh. She swallowed. “W-what do you mean?”

“I don’t see how that is so hard to understand.” His sarcasm provoked a rush of cold through her chest. “When you took it off and gave it to him, were you standing in front of him? I mean, you were naked underneath, weren’t you?”

“Uh—”

“I’m not done!” For a second, she didn’t recognize her husband. He had never spoken to her in such a harsh manner. “And when did it happen? Before or after the power went out?”

Oh, holy mother of Christ.

The cellar shrank, and its walls pressed against her from all sides while she sorted out her thoughts. Images of the gorgeous Italian and his tempting erection flashed in her mind, threatening to make her blush. But like a light switch, she replaced the pictures with those of him giving his lover a blow job. Instant deceit filled her, and anger rushed to her head.

That’s good. Being angry will make it easier to lie.

With unexpected control, she held Brian’s look. “I was already in bed. I’d put the robe on the chair. You know, the one by the closet. And he took it.”

Ah, such a simple excuse! She couldn’t believe her own cleverness. Pride almost radiated from her, and she worked to hold back a smile.

He raised his brows. “So he didn’t see you naked.” His words sounded more like a conclusion than a question.

She had already won the battle and visualized clapping her hands in self-applause. Much more at ease, she delivered the next line as if having rehearsed for a theatre play. “No. I was under the covers.”

She allowed herself the pleasure of conjuring up the intense lust building between her thighs when Micaela actually pinned her against the closet, and the gasp she had barely stifled.

Brian frowned. “But weren’t you supposed to give them clothes?”

Ah. Good point.

She paused while inwardly following the trail of her lie. Like a professional cheater, she had a good reply. “Yes, I told him to get them in your closet. But while choosing them, he wanted to wear the robe to be warm. That’s when the lights went out.” Again, she applauded her ingenuity.

Of course, she hated lying to her husband; she loved him more than any person she’d met and would be utterly lost if he left her. She could only hope Micaela would never mention their little interlude. Knowing the man’s boldness, though, anything could happen.

Brian nodded, the movement making the light dance on the floor and the silhouettes of his chin and nose move on his face. “Well, that’s good. I wouldn’t want him to get any ideas.”

“Oh, he won’t, I can assure you.”

“Yeah, how is that?”

Merde. A new rush went through her, this time of fear, and she cursed her big mouth. What reason to tell him? He had never shared her tolerance toward homosexuality and, like Todd, she suspected he would kick the two bicyclists out of the house as soon as he learned they were gay.

She filled her lungs with humid, fungus-scented air and exhaled, then shrugged and crossed her arms. “He’s just not looking at me, simple as that. He’s not interested. In fact, he’s being quite impolite.”

Oh, another lie. They seemed to exit her mouth with incredible ease today. She loathed these treacherous words, but excused them with the need to deter Brian’s suspicion at all cost, even if that meant soiling the young man’s reputation.

“Hmm.” Brian’s low voice carried a colder tone. “Does that also apply to the guy you chatted with a few minutes ago, the one who disappeared as soon as I caught you together?”

Damn, will you never relent?

Disheartened, she uncrossed her arms.

Before she could collect her thoughts and produce another half-coherent lie, he stepped toward her, bumping his large chest into hers, and pushed her back against the shelf. She winced as hard wood grazed her spine, pain spreading like tiny electric shocks.

Yet the contact brought forth the sex-infused memory of a very naked Micaela caging her in the same way last night and, for some strange reason, heat rushed to her lower stomach. Gasping, she put her hands behind her, clutching the rough wood of a shelf for balance.

 

Copyright @ 2018 Lea Bronsen

 

 

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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