PASSION IN PITTSBURGH (BOOK 1)
Determined not to repeat past mistakes and
allow their sex life to become stale and repetitive, Cyndi issues Kevin a
Valentine's Day challenge: to exchange -- and fulfill -- fantasy lists. His
response provides the canvas for an evening of daring inclinations and
Kevin's romance continues in
BOUND FOR SUCCESS.
PRIMARILY M/F (PLAYFULLY M/M/F), CONTEMPORARY, EXPLICIT ADULT FICTION
Kevin's ass looked awesome in tight jeans, but it
was the dress slacks that completely undid her. The lightweight wool pair he'd
been wearing draped so elegantly from the curve of those glorious gluts that
she'd nearly asked him to stay over—something they usually reserved for the
nights before his days off, since sleep so often took a backseat to more
vigorous activities. Over their draft beer and stuffed crust, double cheese
pizza, Cyndi had opened her mouth to extend the invitation just as Kevin
revealed his wicked little idea: that they abstain from sex until next week.
The man could be damned ornery, and apparently this little idea of hers had
brought out the trait in full force. The bastard didn't even give her a single
hint about what his list might contain, in spite of her not-so-subtle prying.
She knew only that he'd worked on it already. Cyndi wondered, not for the first
time, if they'd have any of the same fantasies. What if their lists were so far
apart that they could find no common ground? Better to learn that now,
she reassured herself, before we become more entangled in one another's lives.
Cyndi climbed the narrow stairs to her studio and flipped on the track lighting,
chasing the shadows from every corner. During the day, she worked by the natural
light provided by over a dozen skylights. The nights, however, often brought out
characteristics not always evident during the day. Something about the envelope
of darkness made things jump out at her in ways that sunlight could not evoke.
Cyndi immediately felt the pulse of the piece, pulling her toward the center of
the room. It spoke to her in a primal tongue, so instinctive and pure that all
the arbitrary constructs of sin and salvation were obliterated by passion. She
unbuttoned her jeans and slipped a hand inside to cup her sex before remembering
their promise: no orgasms 'til Tuesday. Good Lord, I'll have a hair trigger
I came up here to type my list, she reminded herself, averting her eyes as she
skirted the painting to reach her computer. After clearing her inbox, she opened
a new message and addressed it, for the time being, to herself. She'd change the
recipient to Kevin on Monday morning but didn't want to risk sending it
prematurely by accident. If Kevin was going to be so secretive, then damn it,
she would be, too.
She typed the first two items onto her wish list without pause and then froze,
fingers poised over the keyboard, pondering her options. It didn't take long for
her to realize that she had no clue how Kevin felt about so many
things—including one of her most enduring fantasies. Well, he'll have others
from which to choose if this one is not his cup of tea, she thought as she
typed: "I want to have sex with you and Tony."