MenageaDare by Frances Stockton Page A

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frequent part of a ghost hunt.
    “Blindfolds aren’t so scary,” Eve claimed.
    “Good, then you’re game?” Easing closer, he let her feel it
first to prove how soft the blindfold was. She nodded, permitting him to place
the blindfold across her eyes and secure it with the strap.
    “Lie down, face up, and put your hands over your head, on
the pillow,” he instructed, helping her comply so she wouldn’t bonk her head on
the back wall.
    Inwardly, Remy knew this was lighthearted fun, but blindfolds
could be scary and were often a good way to introduce a lover to bondage
without pushing the envelope. They were still new together. The last thing he
wanted was to push too far too fast.
    As Eve lay there a quiet sigh spilled from her lips, a sexy
flush sweeping over her skin. Her nipples taut, begging for a kiss, she was
more tempting than a Playboy bunny.
    Promising himself to kiss her all over, he looked around for
the condom, found it and placed it in her hands.
    “Take care of that,” he insisted. “If you feel the need to
see, drop the packet. Okay?”
    “Yes, I’m good, Remy. I trust you. The camper’s warm, the
bed is soft. I want you. Please play with me.”
    “As my woman wants,” he said, moving around so he could
straddle her.
    Lowering his head, he kissed her, starting off gently so as
not to scare her. As soon as she relaxed, he traced the shape of her mouth with
his tongue. Liking the way she followed his lead, he let his tongue delve
inside.
    Eve’s tongue darted away from his, challenging him even
though he was topping her. Taking her up on it, he caught her tongue, sucking
on it. Intentionally shifting to notch his iron-hard cock up against her
silken-wet slit, he enjoyed her little mews and pleas to move.
    Giving her what she wanted without entering her, he eased
off kissing her and glanced up to be certain she still had the condom. She did.
Not until she let go of it and the condom was in place would he take her.
    Proud of her, he wanted her to know it. Slowly, he dotted
kisses all over her face, tracing them down her chin to her throat. Cruising
his way down her body, he halted when he reached her breasts.
    “You are the perfect woman for me, Eve,” he complimented,
bowing his head to lick and tease her erect nipple.
    She arched into his mouth, intentionally pushing her breast
deeper. Sucking on her as strongly as she seemed to want, he set her off. She
keened, undulated and purred same as a kitten.
    “I love everything about you, Remington,” she whispered,
tossing her head side to side while he drew strongly on her taut,
raspberry-colored flesh.
    “Everything about me?” he asked upon freeing her nipple, for
once not freaking out at what it meant to be with her. “I’m far from perfect,
sugar, but I aim to do right by you. Understand what I’m saying?”
    “Think you’re telling me that you’re planning to be true to
me,” she answered. “That’s great, but Remy, don’t stop being you. You’re
attracted to men and women equally. I know, I understand.”
    The bravest woman he’d ever known lay beneath him, offering
more than her body. She was offering her heart, her trust, her faith.
    “There’s no other woman I’d trust my heart to, Eve.”
    Turning his head to kiss and lick her other nipple, he took
his time teasing her. Eve’s moans did a fancy two-step on his gonads,
threatening to be his undoing. He couldn’t let go yet. There was more to do
before he untied her wrists.
    Freeing her nipple, he looked at what he’d done. Both of her
breasts were moist from his mouth, her nipples tight. Arousal colored her
lovely skin.
    She had a dusting of freckles on her nose and an adorable
little birthmark in the shape of a crescent moon on the upper swell of her left
breast. She was exquisitely made, feminine, pretty, a woman he was proud to
call his own.
    Wanting to worship her, he continued his trek down her
slender body, taking note of the flatness of her abdomen and