Flashback Friday - Enjoy this naughty deleted scene from Xmas Spouse Swap #erotica #spouseswapping #HolidaySale

So for this week's Flashback Friday I'm sharing a controversial blast from the past. Enjoy this deleted scene from Xmas Spouse Swap. The following was deemed inappropriate by the powers that be. Can you guess why? But with a little tweaking most of this scene made it into the final. Personally, I never did think it was over the top. You decide...

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Meet the twins who take share and share alike to a whole new level.

One tipsy Christmas Eve leads to a twin swap their husbands will never forget!

*** language, and sexual content ***

“Hey where are you two lovely ladies going?” Kyle called after them.

“We’re going to put our jammies on,” Iris replied, over her shoulder.

“I like the sound of that.” Kyle grinned.

“I’ll just bet you do,” Iris shot back.

“What’s not to like. Gorgeous twins, in lingerie. I mean, come on.”

“Who said anything about lingerie?”

“Well, a guy can dream, can’t he? Christmas miracles and all that. You’re the one who says anything can happen at Christmas.”

This time, Iris rolled her eyes.

“Crank up the tunes, Ky,” Siri said. “We won’t be long.”

“You see, why can’t Brett be more like Kyle?” Siri said, as soon as she closed the bedroom door.

“Aren’t you being a bit hard on him? You know sometimes, I’d like Kyle to be serious about something. Anything, actually.”

“Maybe if we combined them, we’d have a perfect man.” Siri rifled through her suitcase and quickly changed into a deep burgundy colored chemise that barely covered her ass or her breasts.

“Wow, am I gonna look plain next to you,” Iris said.

“Why, what did you bring?” Siri peered over.

“Shorts and tank top with candy canes and gingerbread men on them.”

Siri rolled her eyes and tossed a green nightie, in the same style, to her.

“I don’t know, Sear, I’m not sure I feel comfortable parading around in front of your husband…”

“Just say thank you and put it on, Eye.” Siri said through clenched teeth.

As Iris changed, she said, “Hmm, seems to me, Brett’s not the only one wound a little tight.”

“You’ve no idea,” Siri responded. “Are you ready?”

“Hand me your brush.” Iris combed her hair while Siri merely scrunched her long blonde tresses with her fingers.

“Here, don’t forget your hat.” Siri handed Iris the red one.

“Mine’s the green one, remember?” Iris corrected, with her hand out.

“Wait.” All of a sudden, Siri stilled.

“I’m having trouble keeping up with your mood swings here, Sear.”

“What if we…” Siri raked her lip with her teeth.

“Oh no. I know that look. What are you plotting and how is it going to get me in trouble.”

“No-no. It’ll be fun. I promise!”

“I’ve heard that before. Right before I got either grounded, earned detention, or got sent to the principal’s office. Oh and once landed us in the back of a cop car.”

“Oh stop. I meant well.” Siri grinned and Iris was relieved to see a genuine smile on her sister’s face. She’d been starting to get worried. Whatever she had planned, she’d probably go along with, just to keep her smiling.

“So?” Iris prompted.

Siri planted the green hat on her head. “Let’s switch.”

Iris’ excitement dimmed. “I… I don’t know, Sear.”

“Oh come on, it’ll be fun!”

In her opinion, it was asking for trouble with a capital T.

“There’s no way, they’d fall for it, Siri, they know us too well.”

Her sister’s shoulders sagged and for a moment Iris was about to acquiesce.

“You’re probably right. Here take your silly green hat.” She headed for the door with the red one.

“Siri.”

Siri turned and held out her hand. The excitement in her eyes was gone. “Let’s dance and rub all up on our husbands. That was your suggestion, remember.” She opened the door and dragged Iris with her.

“Check it out!” Kyle cheered when he got an eye full of the two of them in their similar low-cut, shorty nighties, topped off with the Santa hats.

“How about a little holiday hoe-down, fellas?” Siri invited, seductively, doing a full body roll.

“Merry freakin’ Christmas!” Kyle bellowed and cranked the music.

Siri seemed to perk up at his exuberance.

“How about we give them a twin show, they won’t ever forget.” Siri pressed up against Iris’ back and she tempted them, with the most sensually fluid arm gestures, using her wrists and her fingers to beckon them closer. “We'll get them so hot and horny they won't know what to do with themselves."

Kyle all but floated over to them. “What have we here?” He placed one hand on Iris’ hip and his other on Siri’s and he began to move with them rhythmically.

Both women sidled up to Kyle. Greedily, he wrapped his arms around each of them.

“Fuck you Brett, my Christmas wish came true!” he called. “I got both Beaulieu sisters.”

For a few minutes, Brett sat in a chair across the room, with his snifter of Brandy and simply watched the girls dance provocatively with Kyle.

Iris couldn’t keep her gaze from straying to Brett. Yes, he was keeping close tabs on his wife and Kyle but Iris could also feel the heat and intensity of his gaze on her as well. It made her want to move more sensually, just for him.

“Your husband likes to watch,” Kyle said to Siri.

“Indeed he does,” Siri replied in a sultry voice.

For some reason the thought fascinated Iris.

Iris pried her attention away from Brett to look at Kyle. His eyes were heavy with arousal. He was definitely getting off on dancing with the two of them. Siri was feeding off him too.

Wickedly, Iris wanted Brett to take pleasure in them too.

“Come, Brett, join us.” Iris tried to imitate the same dramatic gestures with her arms as Siri had when calling Kyle over.

She was pleased when Brett set his glass down and made his way over.

To her delight, he didn’t immediately go to his wife, instead he placed his hands at Iris’ waist and moved with her.

Gradually, the guys moved in, practically sandwiching the twins between them. Iris and Siri ended up, back to back.

Yet soon, Kyle, who was still holding Siri, reached for Iris. Skimming with his hand, he followed the curve of her neck and shoulder and part way down her arm. He then detoured around front where he cupped her breast and fondled it. She was both mortified and turned on at the same time. Especially when Brett lowered his gaze and watched Kyle’s hand at work. Brett ever so slowly trailed his hand up her side and rested his palm at the side of her other breast. He caressed her side boob with his thumb. The soft gesture sent the most delicious tendrils of sensation straight to her pussy.

Iris had to bite her lip to keep from moaning. Her nipples hardened to aching points as Brett and Kyle double-teamed her. Yet she wanted more, much more. What would it be like to be touched by both men at the same time? She tried to resist the urge to fidget hoping to direct Brett’s hand where she craved it most.

Not to be outdone, Siri turned her back to Kyle, yet kept him close. Iris wondered if her sister could feel her husband’s erection nudging her ass. For there was no doubt that all four of them were equally aroused at their spontaneous play.

“Move your hip just a smidge, Eye,” Siri whispered.

The flutter of her warm breath on Iris’ neck, made her shudder, in the best possible way.

Shamelessly, Siri reached around Iris and palmed her husband’s cock through his trousers.

“Ohhh, aren’t you nice and hard!” Siri crooned.

Iris fisted her hands. Her fingers itched to touch him too, and find out for herself just how hard he truly was.

Iris peered up at Brett, wondering at his reaction.

But to her surprise, he wasn’t even looking at Siri, his focus was squarely on her.

Siri chuckled. Iris was sure the low devious sound went through them all. It certainly did her.

“Seems Kyle isn’t the only man who has a twin fetish.” Siri all but purred. She was enjoying this and not only in the physical sense. She was pushing Iris right out of her comfort zone and if she wasn’t mistaken, she was doing the same to Brett.

Just when she thought there was nothing left Siri could do to shock her, her sister proved her wrong. Siri lowered her head and kissed a slow path up Iris’ neck.

Iris was more than aware that she’d done it purely to excite the men, but in her highly aroused state, it did crazy things to her, too.

“Oh, god,” she murmured. Her eyes fluttered as she tried to maintain eye contact with Brett. That connection in and of itself was stimulating her on a whole other level. Yet what she really wanted to do, was let her head fall back on Siri’s shoulder and let them all go at it.

A nerve in Brett’s jaw ticked rapidly.

All of a sudden there seemed to be a cacophony of heavy breathing assaulting her from all sides, along with an orgy of hands.

𝑶𝒉 𝒈𝒐𝒅, 𝒚𝒆𝒔!

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#FlashbackFriday Enjoy this snip from #erotic romp Xmas Spouse Swap #ChristmasinJuly

Meet the twins who take share and share alike to a whole new level...

Xmas Spouse Swap 

“So it’s finally happened to you, too. Your little routine has turned blah. You wanna spice things up a little. Just like I do.” 

“Not like that, I don’t.” 

“You can’t keep your eyes off of my husband, Iris. I’m not blind. And that blush when you and Kyle first arrived, I mean, come on.” 

“My cheeks were merely rosy from the cold,” Iris lied. 

“Pfff.” 

“Are we going to decorate that poor tree over there, or what, ladies?” Kyle asked when the wood in the fireplace finally lit. 

“Absolutely, you guys get started,” Siri said. 

“Oh, I get it, this is going to be like last year, and you’ll both sit back here, drink wine and ogle the man-candy? I see. It’s cool. Some guys would find it demeaning.” Kyle lifted up his t-shirt and flashed them his abs. “I, for one, have zero hang-ups about the former Beaulieu sisters seeing me as nothing more than a piece of meat. Prime rib, right here, ladies.” 

“You call that prime?” Brett snorted. “More like ground round. Now, this... this is Grade A!” The generally more reserved man shocked the shit out of Iris by raising the hem of his cream-colored fishermen’s sweater giving them a little tease of the hidden six-pack beneath.

Spontaneously, Iris gasped. Brett’s gaze flew to hers. 

Shit! Had she made that noise out loud? For the second time, her cheeks flamed with heat. 

Quickly, Iris averted her attention but made the mistake of making eye contact with her sister, who let out an evil chuckle if she’d ever heard one. 

“Interested now, sista-mine?” Siri said in a low voice only loud enough for Iris to hear. 

The guys started to unpack the Christmas boxes. 

All smug-like, Siri sat back and swirled the wine around the bottom of her glass as she observed the two formidable men. 

“Mmm, your husband is fine!” Siri said shamelessly as she raked her hot gaze over Kyle’s form. 

“My husband is fine?” Iris blurted. “Dear God, how does Brett hide all of that under his three-piece suits?” 

“Hide all what?” Siri teased. 

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” Iris said, in a flat tone. 

Siri responded with another throaty laugh. “You know you could experience all of that and more if we swapped. He’s got the finest glutes.” 

“Kyle enjoys squat day, too.” Iris found herself comparing each man’s backside. 

“Mmm hmm, I can see that.” Siri made a cupping gesture. “Nice. Hard.” 

Brett hefted yet another storage box, and his shirt pulled tight over his arms, showcasing his broad shoulders. 

Iris sighed. “Bulging biceps.” There was no denying they were both incredibly good-looking, yet very different men. Kyle was tall, blond, all-American, and though muscularly built, on the lanky side—at least compared to Brett, who was at least six foot three, yet broad across the shoulders and powerfully built, all over. He loved to work out. It was something else he and Iris had in common. 

“You know what I want?” For a moment, Siri clicked a highly manicured nail against her beautiful straight front teeth. “I want to recapture what it’s like at the beginning of a relationship, you know, when you’re with somebody new? Sometimes when Brett and I have been out for the night, when we get home, I tell him to kiss me, like it was our first date. Like we’ve never kissed. Never touched. It’s so hot. I want to experience all those delicious firsts. First date, first kiss, the first time he makes your eyes roll back in your head.” 

“Yes, those are all incredible things, but it’s like that for everybody, Siri. All that initial deliciousness, as you call it, dies down. It can’t be helped. We simply need to find a way to keep things fresh.” 

“That’s what I’m talking about. We can do that if we switch.” 

“Yeah, sure.” Iris scoffed, until she realized Siri was dead serious. “No. No. And no.” 

“Oh, you’re a party-pooper, too. You and Brett deserve one another.” 

“Excuse me, but you’re talking about doing all those firsts again, with my husband.” 

“And offering mine in return. Besides, we’ve faked out boyfriends before,” Siri continued. 

“But we never slept with the same guys. Just took each other’s places occasionally. At least I never had sex with them.” 

“Well, neither did I,” Siri shot back, defensively. 

Damn it. Why had her sordid thoughts gone straight to sex? 

“Geezus, Iris, the last time we switched places was before Mom and Dad split, and we were still into hand-holding and school dances. Besides, I wasn’t suggesting sex.” She paused. 

Iris got the distinct impression there was a yet dangling at the end of that sentence. 

“What if we just swap personas and maybe do some dirty dancing with each other’s husband? Kind of like we did last year. A little rubbing up against a new body for a change, isn’t that what you called it? Then we’ll swap back.” Siri practically bristled at Iris’ side. “No one gets hurt. You and I get a little hot and bothered, and in the end, Brett and Kyle still win, ‘cause our rightful husbands will be the recipients of all our pent-up hormones running amuck. Again, just like last year. Tell me you didn’t have phenomenal sex after.” 

She couldn’t dispute that. It’d been fantastic. 

They sat back and pondered their men again. 

“I don’t see them buying it, Sear.” Iris shook her head. 

“We’ll keep them drinking. What if they’re half in the bag?” Siri suggested. 

“Or well inside the bag,” Iris said, deadpan. 

“If they call us out, we’ll blame it on the booze. We’ll excuse ourselves and swap back.” 

“And if I think Brett is catching on, I’ll give you the signal.” 

“And I’ll do the same if Kyle gets wise. Or if we really eff things up, we’ll make it seem like a big joke.” 

Siri crooked her pinkie finger. 

After a moment’s hesitation, Iris wrapped her little finger around her sister’s. 

God help her, the prospect of getting up close and personal with Brett was too good to pass up, especially when she had her twin’s permission to do so. 

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She’s looking for a forever kind of thing, not just some meaningless fling.

Josslynn Rossdale has dedicated the last ten years of her life making her sister’s dreams come true, and happily so. But now that Pasha is on the cusp of taking the fashion world by storm, Joss realises she needs some time apart from Pash to find her own direction. Temporarily breaking away from the fast-paced modelling industry, Joss returns to their hometown and decides that opening her own agency is the way to go.

An overly hot and humid summer season has kept repairman Billy Maas more than busy. But when he attends a routine service call, he doesn’t expect the most beautiful woman in the universe to answer the door, let alone allow him to service more than just her air-con unit.

But Joss isn’t looking for a simple fling. After seeing how happy her sister, Pasha, is with her new husband, Lot, she wants some of that. Billy is fun and exciting, but their lives and interests are very different. So when Joss begins to have real feelings for the adorable Billy, she sees no alternative but to distance herself from the younger party boy—leaving the bewildered and lovelorn repairman with a crisis he can’t fix.

Hard and Fast

Chapter One

Josslynn Rossdale stood in line at the bank. Another scorching day with the humidity so high that one perspired just standing still. Most of the other customers appeared to be melting, each with that fine layer of sheen and flushed complexion. In a lightweight cotton blouse, beige short shorts and sandals, Joss attempted to beat the heat.

“Next,” the first vacant teller drawled.

Joss stepped forward.

“Hey, Joss, how are you?” She’d been in the savings and loan so often lately that the employees knew her by name.  

“Good, Tracey, and you?” 

“It’s so much better in here now that they’ve got the air conditioning back up and running.” 

Joss noted the serviceman in the standard blue work shirt, placing his tools back into his box. “Mmm, should suggest him for my building. AC’s on the fritz at my apartment too. I put in a call to the building manager but I’m still waiting.” 

The repairman was tall, with short dark hair and nice broad shoulders. Snug, navy work pants showcased his well-toned glutes. As if he knew that he was being scrutinized he turned and zeroed right in on Joss. He had the most piercing blue eyes. Too cute, and too young. He couldn’t be more than twenty-five, she guessed. Somewhat used to a certain amount of healthy male attention herself, she smiled, totally aware that he was checking her out too. He grinned in return and the action brought out a charming dimple in his left cheek. He sported a fine layer of stubble as if he hadn’t had time to shave that morning. Joss liked it. It gave him a rugged appearance. Yes, he was a very attractive guy. 

“What can I help you with, Joss?” Tracey snagged Joss’ attention back. “He’s really freakin’ hawt, right?” Tracey said under her breath, just as the young workman set down his toolbox on the counter-top next to her work-space. 

“Actually, I was hoping to catch Tom,” Joss answered. “I’m not sure if he’s in, but he said he’d leave some paperwork for me at the customer service wicket. But your man Tech Co here is using it to store his tools at the moment.” Joss read the company name off the guy’s shirt. 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt. I just need a signature and then I can get out of the way.” He said this to Tracey but kept his gaze trained on Joss, grinning, the corner of his mouth curling adorably.  

“I’ll get the manager. I’m not taking responsibility for anything,” Tracey scoffed, leaving her post. 

“Hi,” Tall, Dark and Handsome said simply. He had a pleasant, deep baritone voice. 

“Hi,” she responded. 

“It’s another hot one, huh?” 

“Sweltering,” Joss agreed. 

He peered directly into her eyes. She liked it but it was also a little disarming. 

“I hear it’s supposed to be this way all weekend,” he added.

“That’s what I hear.”

His lips were nicely shaped, the bottom one nice and full. 

“I guess I shouldn’t complain. It keeps me busy.” 

“I imagine.”  

On even closer examination, under that dark and grainy stubble was a slight cleft. Joss was a sucker for a man with a dent in his chin.  

“Here we go. The manager is on the way,” Tracey said to the repairman. “And, Joss, here’s the portfolio Tom put together for you to go over.”

“Thanks, Tracey. I’ll probably see you again in the next week then.” 

“Yep, see ya then. Next!” 

Joss glanced back at TD&H. “Have a good day then,” she said lamely.

“Yeah, you too.” He nodded as the manager joined him. 

Joss began to walk out when one of the other financial managers stopped her to make sure she’d been waited on. She assured him that she had, thanked him kindly then continued to the exit, arriving as the rugged repairman did. It just so happened his hands were full— toolbox in one and a ladder in the other. Joss held the first door open for him.

“Well, thank you,” he said with a wide smile. He had excellent teeth too. 

Joss rushed ahead and opened the second door.

“Thanks again.” He squinted up at the sky. “Whoa, it is hot out here. Being in there, in the cool, makes you forget for a while.” 

“I know. It’s nasty, isn’t it?” Joss let the door swing closed and she turned in the direction of her car. 

“Take care,” he said then continued on his way. 

For shits, Joss peeked over her shoulder, and to her delight, he was doing the same thing. How sad had her life become that she was now thrilled by such a little thing?

* * * *

Fuck, that woman is gorgeous, Billy thought as he tossed his gear into the service van. He found himself straining to see over the seats to catch a glimpse of what she was driving. He’d keep an eye out for her in future. Everyone else in town reminded him of sweat soaked marathon runners. But not her, she looked like the heat didn’t even affect her—fresh faced and radiant. 

The strawberry blonde, shoulder-length hair was what had caught his eye first. Expecting blue eyes, he’d been pleasantly surprised when she’d returned his level stare and he’d discovered they were dark—smoky and warm. The minute she’d held his gaze, his cock had flexed. He was pretty sure she’d been checking him out too. But then again, the bank tellers had been doing it all morning. Billy knew he was a pretty good-looking guy. He did all right with the ladies. But this one was a little older than the chicks he was usually interested in. Maybe thirty, he approximated. That coupled with the fact that she was drop dead stunning, a guy might find striking up a conversation with her intimidating. But he thought he’d held his own. 

After slamming the rear doors, he hopped into his service truck, as a bronze-colored Lexus drove slowly past. With a big wave, Billy added an even larger grin to the lovely woman driving by. She nodded in acknowledgment and gave a vague wave in return. No doubt she was thinking he was an overeager idiot. But damn, what he’d give to run into her again. Or spend a few minutes of real conversation so that she’d know he wasn’t a complete loser. He could practically imagine his buddies’ faces if he showed up at some party or backyard barbecue with her on his arm. His friends would go nuts. 

Billy tried to get his mind focused on work. Calling into dispatch, he then jotted down the address of the next work-order as it was read off to him. He then went back to the grind, but all afternoon his mind kept drifting back to the bank. This time his thoughts fixated on those gorgeous legs that went on forever—they’d wrap nicely around his waist.  

Quitting time and an ice cold beer couldn’t come soon enough.

* * * *

Joss and three of her girlfriends sat around their regular table in one of her favorite restaurants. They’d been meeting for lunch every Friday since Joss had moved home. It had been a weekly thing for them back in the day. The only difference was Joss’ twin sister Pasha was missing from their little custom. With their orders placed and drinks served, they started to catch up. 

“So, how are things going with the financing, Joss? Any word from my brother yet?” Lara asked.

“I picked up another proposal this afternoon, but I haven’t had a chance to read it through yet.” Actually she’d tossed it aside in disgust when she’d noticed that Tom had labeled the document with Pasha’s name. These documents would have to be reworked, because this guy couldn’t seem to get his shit together or put his obsession with Pash aside long enough to do his job. Another delay just put Joss’ plans that much further behind.  

“Did he leave his card inside with all of his numbers on it?” Bryn teased.  

“Proposal, you say? If Tom made it up you can bet it has nothing to do with finances. Has he found his balls and asked you out yet?” Leave it to Della to get to the heart of the matter. 

“Oh, don’t be so hard on Tom,” Lara defended her sibling. “He’s had a crush on Joss and Pash since high school. Just them moving away to launch Pasha’s modeling career broke his heart.” 

“Tom’s interest was in Pasha. Not me. And now that she’s off the market, he is free to move on to someone else. Preferably a woman who doesn’t look anything like Pash. That’s what he needs, a fresh start.” 

“How was Hawaii, Joss?” Bryn asked.
   
“Beautiful,” she sighed, thinking of her sister and her new husband. “It was perfect. The ceremony, the setting, the couple. Lot and Pasha are so in love with each other it’s ridiculous.” 

“You sound a little jealous there, Joss,” Della commented, watching her. 

“Not so much jealous, but envious. Seeing them together kind of made me want it too. Not Lot, he’s a bit on the arrogant side for my taste, but that type of relationship. I want someone to be that crazy over me.” 

“Well, Tom’s all over that,” Della said, only loud enough for Joss to hear. “At least the crazy part.” Della lifted her glass to Joss then took a long sip.  

“Arrogant? Well, then Lot must be the perfect match for Pasha!” Lara sniped under her breath, but the nasty crack was loud enough for the entire table to hear.  

Joss chose to ignore it. 

“I think for Pash, though, it helps having him around to calm the withdrawals of us being apart. She’s not as sad that we’re not living together anymore. But I’m still kind of lost without her. I miss her so much sometimes it hurts. But seeing her so happy makes me feel less guilty about leaving.” 

“Well, you sacrificed a good decade to get her where she is, I don’t think it’s selfish of you to want a life of your own, separate,” Della commiserated.  

“It wasn’t really sacrifice—I enjoyed it. I was good at it. And it kept us together for a lot longer than either one of us had thought we’d be. But I need more.” 

“I think we should set both Tom and Joss up with somebody new, but definitely not each other,” Bryn, always the mediator, suggested smoothly. “They don’t suit at all. Don’t you, Lara? I mean, Joss isn’t Pash. They are not the same person. Not interchangeable.”  

“I know that,” Lara snapped. 

Joss, Della and Bryn all turned to stare at her.  

Joss picked up a glass of white wine and surveyed the restaurant, bored of the conversation already and sick to death of the Tom subject. She didn’t want to have to get rude about it either. Joss hoped he never found his jewels. That way, she wouldn’t be forced to turn him down. But she did have the old reliable excuse—I wouldn’t feel right about it while we’re working together—at the ready if she ever needed a quick way out. But she was convinced he was dragging his feet where business was concerned, to keep Joss coming around, because he wanted to see Pash. Besides, she didn’t want to hurt Lara’s feelings. They’d almost quit being friends back in secondary school because Pasha had finally let Tom have it. Though Pash and Lara still didn’t speak.  

A bunch of guys had started to collect at the bar, all of them wearing the same colored shirt as the incomparable Tech-Co, from the bank. For the ‘nth time Joss wished she’d caught his name. He was someone she could see herself spending time with, even if he was a little younger.

Just then, one of the wait-staff placed another glass of wine in front Joss.  

“I didn’t order—” she began. 

“The gentleman at the bar sends his regards.” 

Joss grinned and glanced around the table at all her girlfriends, then as one, they turned to see who’d sent the drink. Joss started at one end of the bar and scanned the blue work shirts once again, but this time the repairman that she’d been hoping to see was there. He had his mug of beer raised in salute accompanied by a devastating grin on his ruggedly handsome face.  

“Oh my God!” Joss breathed, grinning back like an idiot. Excitement built in her stomach, the likes of which she hadn’t known in a very long while.

“Who the fuck is that hot piece of man and where have you been hiding him, Josslynn?” Della asked.  

“I don’t know his name, I ran into him at the bank. We had one of those conversations that was completely benign but it was like we connected and said a whole lot more with our eyes.” 

“By the way that the two of you are devouring each other right now, I’d say you just had your second conversation.” Bryn giggled. 

“How old would you say he is?”  

“Hmm, I’d put him about twenty-five,” Della replied. 

“That’s what I thought too.” Joss was disappointed. He was a bit young for her. She and Pasha had recently celebrated her thirty-second birthday. 

“Go over there!” Della suggested, grinning from ear to ear. 

“No,” Joss said. But she really did want to. “All his work buddies are there.”
 
“Yes! Go. You’ll have every one of those men wishing they were him. He’ll be a freakin’ God to them. Go.” 

Joss took another sip of the wine that she’d been working on then stood, picking up the full glass that had just been delivered. 

While trying to tune out the snickering and rude comments that her girlfriends were making, Joss toned down a runway walk and sexily made her way over to the handsome man at the bar. He watched her every step. Ignoring all the other men seated on either side, Joss concentrated only on him.

“Well, hey there, Tech-Co,” Joss said, taking hold of his lapel, near the company logo. She gave it a little jiggle then let go.  

His pals chuckled at her nickname for him. He’d undone the top four or so buttons, baring an expanse of his bronzed chest. The damn shirt had been concealing some major muscle mass under it. Joss also detected a tattoo but couldn’t make out what it was.  

“We meet again.” 

“Of all the bars…” He grinned. 

“You had to walk into mine,” she finished. 

“No, baby, you’re in mine.” 

“Oh no, Tech-Co, my girlfriends and I have been haunting this particular club for at least a decade.” There, that would give him a little heads up to her age.  

“I’ve never seen you here before, and I guarantee I would have remembered you.” 

She’d have remembered him too. “I just moved back to town recently and we’ve resumed our weekly meetings.” 

“Ahh. Lucky me.” 

“And why would that be?” 

“All you lovely ladies have classed up the joint.” 

“Well, I’d better get back. Thanks for the drink.” 

“Any time.” 

Joss started to walk back when he called, “Hey, beautiful, what’s your name?” 

“We’ll save that for next time, Tech-Co.”

Joss made sure to give them the best display of a sexy walkway rear view that she could muster. It must have worked—she got some cat calls and whistles. Pash, her supermodel sister, would be proud.  

Bryn and Della were all smiles when Joss sat back down, but Lara didn’t seem too pleased.  

“Stop teasing every man you meet, Joss. And he’s way too young for you.” 

“Wow, you’re on a roll today, aren’t you!” Joss countered angrily, finally sick of her viciousness. 

“I’m no longer hungry. I’m gonna go.” 

“Lara…” Joss said. 

“Oh, Lara, you’re such a downer,” Della said. 

“Lara, it’s all in fun,” Bryn added. 

“It’s not amusing for the people that she and her sister string along. Add that poor kid to the list, right behind my brother.” 

“Tell us how you really feel,” Della called after her. 

The remaining three ladies watched their friend walk out. 

“I have never once encouraged Tom,” Joss said.  

“We know.” Della sighed, picking up her drink. “I don’t think Tom needs any.” 

“And now that he’s in charge of my loan application…”  

“Have you considered going somewhere else?” 

“That’s what Pasha suggested too. But our parents have always done business there, I automatically went there first, you know. And the wheels are already turning. If I go somewhere else, I have to start from the beginning again. And that puts me that much further behind again. Sooner or later, I am going to need to make some money.” 

“So, that’s where you met that guy over there?” Bryn asked, smiling, thankfully changing the subject. 

Joss observed the man in question. Not surprisingly, he was watching her too. 

“Why don’t you have a fling with him?” Della’s eyes lit as she made the suggestion. 

“A fling? What are you trying to push me into, you old married lady?” 

“Something I can live vicariously through, of course.” 

Joss rolled her eyes and her gaze again strayed to the bar. 

“You are really digging him, aren’t you?” Della teased. 

There was definitely something about him.

Chapter Two 

Joss woke up early the next morning, too sticky and hot to remain in bed and called the superintendent about the air conditioning. She’d been trying to get it to work since she’d returned and now that she needed it, it wouldn’t even turn on.  

This apartment had been hers and Pasha’s for years. They’d kept it even while they’d been stationed in LA, so they’d have a place to stay when they were in town—or a place to come back to if things hadn’t worked out. 

On the way to the kitchen, Joss paused to open Pasha’s bedroom door. It was bright and beautiful just like Pash. Joss took a deep breath. It even smelled like Pash. 

After taking a cool shower, she put on a thin tank top and a pair of sleep shorts as she puttered around, unpacking from the trip to Hawaii and her sister’s wedding that she’d been neglecting. 

There was a knock at the door. She expected it to be the super. Her building was a secured one, so folks couldn’t come and go without being buzzed in. But when she opened the door, it was most certainly not the manager. Instead she met the amazing blue eyes of the man that had occupied her thoughts all night long. 

His handsomely rugged features showed surprise as well. The corner of his mouth turned up boyishly. His gaze skimmed over her scant clothing, heating her up again. In a smooth, smug gesture he leaned against the doorjamb.  

“You’ve got to be kidding,” Joss commented, amused.  

“Did you call for a service, ma’am…?” 

Joss snorted at his choice of words and he turned five shades of red then began to back track and trip all over his tongue to correct himself.  

“I meant a service man, ma’am. Er…aw, fer fuck! Oh, shit, again, I’m sorry.” 

Finally he just hung his head. Joss waited until he peered up at her through his lashes. He was too cute. 

“Did my friends put you up to this? You’re not like a male stripper or something on the side, are you?”

“No. I’m here to repair your AC unit. Your super let me up. I had no idea who lived here.” 

Joss shook her head at the impossibility of it all while she stepped back to let him in. “This way,” she said, very aware of him at her back. Visions of him doing the most delicious things to her body invaded her mind...

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Miranda and Jordan Lang cordially invite you to their divorce...

Jordie is not completely surprised when Miranda suggests they separate. Their marriage had been deteriorating from the moment they took their vows. Although heartbroken things didn’t work out with the woman he expected to spend the rest of his life with, he doesn’t contest her decision.

The only thing holding up the final divorce decree is the sale of their get-away cabin. In a weak moment, Miranda heads there for the weekend knowing full well that Jordie will also be there. Accidentally—on purpose, she seduces him and leaves an open invitation for another naughty weekender.

But the next time they meet, Jordie’s anger over the entire situation has kicked in and he finds himself being rough and commanding with her. And even more surprising, his ex likes it.

Follow Jordie as he finds and embraces his dominant side and Miranda her submissive self. Will it be enough to save their doomed relationship or will the issues that drove them apart remain more than they can overcome?

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Jordan drove cautiously up the winding mountain road toward the cabin. Anxiety mixed with unwelcome excitement had his stomach tied in knots and his cock at half mast in anticipation.  

Would she be there?  

Visions of his soon-to-be ex-wife, Miranda, swam in his memory. His traitorous dick lengthened almost painfully as he relived last weekend’s impromptu romp.  

Did he want her to be there?  

No, he didn’t, but apparently his cock had other ideas. He palmed himself, then pulled at the knee of his trousers, trying to readjust for the sudden constrictiveness in his crotch.  

“Fuckin’ bitch. How dare she do this,” he said aloud, disgusted that she could so easily wind him back up. They were over. Done. There was no going back. So why was he in such a hurry to return to the cottage?  

Impulsively, he pulled over to the side of the road. He jammed the shifter into park and rested his forehead on the steering wheel. This was insane. Stupid. He’d regret this. But he couldn’t shake the image of Miranda slinking around in her tight little white panties. She’d come to the cabin last weekend just to fuck. She knew he’d be there. She’d sought him out. He’d made her admit it. The moment he’d walked in and seen her there, he’d doubted his sanity. She was a dream, a vision in his open dress shirt. Her tits on full display. A fucking temptress. She knew exactly what he liked and she’d only come there to torture him. And he was helpless to fight it. He’d approached her, expecting her to fight and spit at him, but instead, she’d melted at his touch. 

Tentatively, at first, he’d kissed her shoulders, moving to her full, responsive breasts. She’d been a mass of quivering need. He’d fingered her rather roughly, but she’d loved it. She’d wanted it, practically begged for it. And that was all he had intended to give her. The same kind of tease she’d obviously planned for him. Until she’d admitted she’d not been with any other man since they’d broken up. It had surprised him. And weakened him. She’d mounted him and, again, he’d been too weak to deny her.  

Then after she’d used him to slake her lust, the little bitch had even had the nerve to ask him if he’d be there the following weekend. As if inviting him for a repeat performance.  

Fuck her. “The crazy slut wants me more now than she ever did when we were together.” He’d practically had to make an appointment to schedule sex, she was always so busy and focused on work. Then when she was home, she was “too tired.” 

He should just turn around and drive back home. Leave the horny little bitch hanging. Make her drown in her own need, like she’d done to him the entire week. Wondering. Missing her. Drowning in memories.  

But it was their encounter at the cabin that had him confused. It had been different. She’d needed him in a way she never had when they were together. “Vulnerable, that’s what she was.” Never a word he’d ever associated with his wife in the past. It was also something he didn’t want to be on the other end of with her ever again. He’d been dealing with their breakup fairly well, he thought. The decision to split had been a mutual one. They were heading in different directions. Had grown apart. Her career was more important to her than their relationship. And he wanted more.  

“Turn around and go home, Jordan.” He looked up into the rearview mirror and stared back at himself with steely determination. “You can find good pussy anywhere. Ya been there, done that.” 

He maneuvered a hasty u-turn and headed back toward town.

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