It’s not the age. It’s the attitude—and a healthy dose of kink.
Paolo’s Playhouse, Book 3
For Shannon, turning thirty means getting serious. Responsible.
Old. She can’t help dreading the day she has to leave her spontaneous, crazy,
young self-image behind. Then there are all those unfulfilled items on her to-do list, like that threesome she and her husband, Ty, used to fantasize about. It fell by the wayside, right along with their neglected bag of sex toys.
Her birthday dinner starts out like any other…then her present arrives at the table. Marc, an old college friend, whose edgy persona tickles her in all the right places. And that’s not all. Ty’s reserved a room at Paolo’s Playhouse—for all three of them.
By the time the playroom door closes behind them, Ty’s and Marc’s intimate touches and wicked whispers have roused her hormones to a fever pitch. But when kiss comes to nipple clamps, Shannon’s not sure she has the courage to step off the edge of fantasy and fall headlong into reality…
Product Warnings
Two sexy men focused on pleasing one lucky woman. Wild, anything-goes loving complete with toys your mother never wanted you to know about. You’re welcome! Copyright © 2012 Natasha Moore
All rights reserved — a Samhain Publishing, Ltd. publication
“You look beautiful tonight,” Tyler said softly after they’d finished eating.
“For an older woman, you mean?” She knew she should let it go, but she just couldn’t kick the thought that life was rushing by her at the speed of light.
Tyler just laughed. “For crying out loud, you’re only a day older than you were yesterday. Get over it.”
“You wouldn’t understand,” she said with a pout. “You’re still in your twenties.”
“Yeah, for a whole four months and then I’ll be suddenly be just as old and decrepit as you are.”
She rolled her eyes. “How did we become old, responsible, married people anyway?”
He reached across the table and indulgently brushed a strand of hair out of her face. “Would you really want to go back to those days when we just got out of college and were living paycheck to paycheck, barely making ends meet?” He traced his finger along her jaw as he swept her long hair over her shoulder.
She tried not to react to his touch, but resisting Tyler had never worked before, and it didn’t now. “You mean those days when we wouldn’t leave the apartment all weekend and had sex in a dozen different Kama Sutra positions before Sunday night came around?”
He just grinned. “So which position do you want to try tonight?”
She wasn’t going to let him distract her from her self-pity. “I’m too old to fold myself into those poses anymore.” Some days she could barely walk after planting shrubs all day. Before long, they’d have to hire more workers for their rapidly expanding landscaping business.
Tyler ran his finger over her pouting lips. She evidently wasn’t too old to feel that zing of arousal. “We could pull the bag of goodies out of the back of the closet.”
“See? Why are the sex toys in the back of the closet? They used to be out where we could grab them whenever we wanted them. I guess I’m too old to use sex toys anymore.”
“Now you’re not making any sense.” He pushed his empty dinner plate out of the way and took both of her hands in his. He turned them palm-side up on the table and began to stroke the sensitive skin there. “The recent lack of sex toy use has more to do with us both working crazy hours to get the business off the ground. Things will settle down soon. It has nothing to do with the number of candles on your birthday cake.”
“That sounded way too sensible.” She yanked her hands away. She knew she was being ridiculous, but she was enjoying the complaining too much. “I don’t want you to be sensible tonight. I don’t want to be sensible.”
“Shan—”
“We never do anything kinky anymore. We never got around to having that threesome we used to talk about. You never even give me a good spanking anymore.” Shit. Her voice had gotten a little loud. Shannon looked around, but no one seemed to have heard her.
“Sweetheart, we can still do anything you want to do. But…we might draw a little too much attention if I put you over my knee right now.”
“Tyler, I just want to feel young again. I want to be spontaneous. I want to be crazy.”
“Well, you’ve already made me crazy with this…” he fingered the fabric at her throat, “what do you call this thing?”
“A blouse?” she replied wryly. While her sheer white top buttoned up the front to a high collar that circled her neck, her shoulders and back were completely bare. “It’s driving you crazy?” She almost grinned. At least she wasn’t too old to drive her husband crazy.
He reached across the table and traced the curve of her unbound breast through the thin fabric, scraping his thumb across her beaded nipple. She shivered from the tingles that single stroke sent through her system.
“What did you expect?” he replied. “This material is so thin I can see the shadows of your nipples.”
Shannon smiled, really smiled for the first time tonight. She knew he’d love this top. When he’d told her he was taking her out to dinner on her birthday, she’d spent hours shopping for just the right combination of discreet and naughty.
“Did you get enough to eat?” he asked lightly, as if he wasn’t blatantly fingering her breast in a public place. She didn’t think he could turn up the arousal surging through her body any higher, but she was wrong.
Eat? Food was the furthest thing from her mind. The shrimp cocktail and medium-rare filet had been delicious, but she wasn’t all that hungry tonight. Except for Tyler.
He tweaked her nipple and she drew in a shaky breath. At least he was acting as if he still found her desirable. Maybe he didn’t see her as a rapidly aging older woman.
“You’re too far away.” He patted the cushioned seat beside him. “Slide over here. I want you closer.” That seductive tone he used sent chills dancing along her skin. “Close enough to do all kinds of naughty things to you.”
They were in a restaurant. How much could he do? Honestly, she was ready to go home and let him do all those things they couldn’t do in public. Still, she grinned and slid around to the middle of the horseshoe-shaped booth, feeling suddenly spontaneous and a little bit crazy.
Her silky skirt slipped and tangled around her hips as she slid along the seat. When she was sitting next to Tyler, she reached down to pull the material back over her thighs. Without a word, Tyler stopped her. He wrapped his fingers around her wrist and brought her hand back up from beneath the table.
“Ty?” She frowned. Tingles of unease—or maybe it was excitement—buzzed through her body.
“Trust me.” He kissed her fingers before placing her hand on the table. “The tablecloth covers you well. Nobody knows but me.” His eyes seemed even more shadowed. “I like that. I like being the only one who knows that your legs are bare all the way up to those pretty pink panties I watched you put on tonight. In fact…” A sly grin crossed his face. “Take off those wet panties and give them to me now.”
A tickle that was definitely excitement ran through her body. Did he really want her to do it right here? “How do you know they’re wet?” she asked slyly, more to delay the deed than to know the answer. She already knew the answer.
“I can smell how turned on you are, sweetheart,” he answered, keeping his voice low. “Your scent makes me so hot I can’t fucking stand it. Now stop stalling and give them to me.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “Don’t pull your skirt back down. And don’t draw attention to yourself.”
Easy for him to say. Damp fabric never slid easily, but Shannon managed to slip them over her hips without too much wriggling. Her skirt was now totally bunched up around her waist. She was tempted to whip the panties out from under the tablecloth and dangle them in front of his face, but she didn’t have the nerve. Besides, it would definitely draw some attention. So she slid them onto his lap, still under the table, still hidden by the tablecloth.
Tyler caught her hand along with the wet lace and squeezed her fingers, then slipped the panties from her grasp. She couldn’t tell what he did with them after that, but his smile was a heartwarming reward. She never tired of seeing it. Tyler was the light of her life.
He poured them each another glass of champagne. “To my beautiful wife. Happy birthday, Shannon.” Their glasses touched with a gentle clink, but before she could take a sip of her drink, Tyler leaned over and covered her mouth with his.
It was a hungry kiss. A brazen, definitely-not-for-a-public-place kiss. He nibbled her mouth, nipping at her lips, his teeth scraping the sensitive flesh. He was devouring her whole and she was going willingly. She could hardly breathe. A voice in the back of her mind whispered a warning about nearby diners and hovering waiters but she couldn’t really care about who was watching them.
First the panties and now this. The night had turned edgy. Shannon hadn’t realized how much she’d missed edgy.
She clung to his shoulder with the hand that wasn’t still clutching the champagne flute. Her lips parted beneath the pressure of his insistent mouth and her sigh disappeared on his tongue. Tyler drove his fingers into her hair, pulling her closer and plunging his tongue into her mouth. The combined taste of Tyler and champagne rocked her senses. She closed her eyes and gave herself up to the wild sensations sliding along her skin and gathering between her legs.
Too soon, he slowly released his grip on her head, softened the kiss, then lifted his lips and leaned away. Her eyes drifted open and he fixed her with his heated gaze, his ragged breathing matching hers. He tapped her glass with his own, reminding her of their toast. “Drink up.”
Her hand was shaking as she brought the glass to her lips and took a sip.
“I’m taking you someplace special when we leave here.” Tyler’s voice was smooth, yet intense. He looked at her over the top of his glass. “Have you ever heard of the Playhouse?”
Was it the tone of his voice that sent the shivers along her skin? Or the words like “special” and “playhouse”? She shook her head. “What is it?”
“It’s a place to play out sexual fantasies.” He ran the back of his fingers along her cheek. “There are all kinds of playrooms there. For all kinds of fantasies.” He traced his finger down her arm. “And I know you have lots of fantasies.”
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