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Excerpt — More Than a Voyeur

Will a threesome save Patrick and Annie's relationship or destroy it?

Chapter 1: Patrick

Patrick turned off the car and stared at the wall of his garage. This was the first time since Annie had moved in with him that he’d dreaded going home. They’d had some rough patches before but nothing like this.

Things hadn’t been great between them since the blowup with her brother Vic. His news tonight wasn’t going to make it better, but sitting here wouldn’t change anything. It’d only delay it. He got out of the car and walked into the house, smiling at Sophie and Boomer’s barks of joy as they raced to greet him. At least they were happy to see him.

“You may have to share the couch with me tonight.” He bent, scratching Boomer behind his long, floppy hound dog ears while rubbing Sophie’s belly as she dropped onto the floor and rolled over. She’d gotten so big. She’d been a sweet little puppy when Nick had brought her to La Petite Mort Club, but now she was a forty-pound gangly terror.

“Patrick, is that you?” Annie called out.

“Yeah.” Who the hell else would be coming in through the garage? But he kept that question to himself. It’d only start another fight and they were already in for a doozie once he told her what he’d done. “Dinner smells great.”

He headed into the living room, the dogs trotting at his side. She was an excellent cook. His hand drifted over his stomach which wasn’t as flat as it’d been before they’d met. Her food was the best he’d ever tasted. He used to work it off at the gym and in bed. Their sex life had been off the charts hot—at least to him—but not lately.

He started for the kitchen. She’d been working a lot, trying to get her catering business going and when she was home, she was usually busy cooking something. He veered toward the small bar in the dining room next to the kitchen. Tonight, they were going to both need a drink. He’d make hers stronger than normal to help soften his news. He pulled his phone and keys from his pocket and put them in a bowl on the counter. “I’m going to make a drink. You want one?”

“Sure, but you’ll have to help me drink it.” Her voice came from behind him not from the kitchen.

He spun around and his knees shook as his gaze wandered over his wet dream come to life. She was stretched out on the couch, wearing nothing but a blindfold and handcuffs. His throat dried at the sight of her body—all that hot, warm skin, fragrant and waiting for him. Her nipples were already hard little buds and her small waist curved into large hips that a man could sink into. Her legs were slightly open, and he swore that was wetness glistening on the patch of hair between her thighs.

“I thought we could fuck before we eat.” She smiled and her lips were so wide and lush.

“I think we’ll both be eating something very soon.” He kicked off his shoes as he walked to the couch. “Starting with me.”

He grabbed her ankles, moving her legs before sitting sideways on the couch. He leaned in, kissing along the crease of her thighs. She moaned and wiggled as his lips moved toward her pussy. He paused, inhaling the musky scent of her arousal. Fuck. He’d missed this. They hadn’t been completely celibate but lately sex had been infrequent and quick. His dick pressed at his zipper, but that was staying locked up for a bit. He licked upward, slipping his tongue between her folds, and teasing her clit.

She moaned, her mouth open and her chest heaving. “Please, Patrick. Fuck me.”

“Later.” He didn’t want to hurry through this. After he told her his news, she may not let him touch her for a while, so he was going to get his fill.

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