Miranda Fox is searching for something but she doesn’t know what. She thought it was the perfect lover. But a message in a Chinese fortune cookie tells her if she finds the perfect pearl, she will find the perfect lover. When she sets off on her search, little does she realize the temptations that await. From a private island to the windswept coast of Maine, she experiences the most erotic sexual adventures. At each stop she steps into a world of eroticism beyond anything she imagined, a realm of sensuality that she previously only dreamed about. But who is the one who holds the real answer to her quest? Who has the real prize awaiting her at the end of her quest?
Reader Advisory: Includes an M/F/M scene.
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This excerpt contains explicit sexual material and is intended for readers 18 years of age and older.
“You are so soft, Miranda.” His voice was warm and soothing. “Like velvet. Are you like velvet all over?”
“Hmmm?” The scene was a study in serenity. The azure water lapped at the shoreline, birds swooped from tree to tree and bush to bush in bright splashes if vivid colors. Gentle breezes ruffled her long hair.
She watched the waiter refill her wine goblet and lifted it to her lips. The crisp white had such a pleasant taste to it.
“I’d be willing to bet you are,” Luc continued and slid his chair closer to her. “The moment I laid eyes on you I knew you were a woman of sensuous feelings that I have to possess. Will you let me see your beauty? Look at you?” His fingers easily undid the buttons on her blouse and before she realized it the fabric had slipped from her shoulders.
I should not be letting this man undress me but his touch is so pleasant and it feels so good.
So she sat there as he caressed the slope of her breasts, petting her with a light touch. Then her bra was gone, leaving her breasts completely exposed and Luc was rolling her nipples in his lean fingers. They hardened almost at once, tingling under his touch.
“Your breasts are beautiful,” he crooned, “and your nipples are magnificent. So ripe and rosy. Like sweet berries.” He leaned forward and took one of them into his mouth, sucking on it and grazing it with his teeth.
When he bit down lightly she jumped, startled by the instant of pain but shocked even more by the arrow of heat that shot directly to her cunt, releasing a flood of liquid arousal.
Miranda lay back against the chair, sipping at her wine as Luc continued to suck and pull on her nipples, his tongue like silk against her throbbing nubs. There was something so surreal about the entire situation. She felt almost as if she was watching someone else. But Luc’s touch was real, igniting fires in her, small flames that grew with each caress of his hands, each lick of his tongue.