She matched its hue with a rarely worn shade of scarlet red lipstick and ebony mascara, also adding a touch of blush to her plump, fair skinned cheeks.
“I’m sure that’s not the last time I’ll be blushing on this particular evening,” she rolled her brown eyes in her own direction, “Again, I repeat. Why in the ever lovin’ livin’ daylights did I agree to this mess?”
Although she still looked forward to meeting Emmanuel, she did not welcome the thought of coming into any sort of contact with Pia; the woman who’d first lured her husband into even considering this outrageous idea—and the woman who, if their plan played out, would become his lover.
“I’ve never cheated on Greg before,” she mused, biting the lip she’d newly adorned. “And he’s never betrayed me—or at least I don’t believe so.”
Why, she wondered, was her husband suddenly so interested in this type of lifestyle?
And why was her own interest so piqued, for that matter?
She had to admit that, just about every night since Greg had proposed this plan, her dreams and fantasies had brimmed with visions of the beautiful, mysterious Emmanuel.
“And here I felt slightly guilty when I went to see Magic Mike and drooled profusely over Channing Tatum,” she mused through gritted teeth, adding as those teeth ground together still more, “And Alex Pettyfer. And Joe Manganiello. And Matthew…oh you get the idea?”
“I just dropped the kids off at the sitter’s house. Is the ravishing crazy lady standing there talking to herself ready to go yet?”
Freezing at the sound of an all too familiar voice, Amanda forced a smile as she turned to face the man who stood poised in their bedroom doorway; himself looking pretty ‘ravishing’ in a sleek black silk suit that accented every plane of his leanly muscled form.
Greg indeed seemed a changed man, not only in terms of appearance (indeed, his shoulder length hair had been trimmed and teased to very sexy effect and his face appeared both fresh washed and moisturized—kinda odd for a dude, but appealing nonetheless) but his overall attitude as well. He strolled into their bedroom with squared shoulders and an easy, confident gait as he offered her his arm.
“Hey babe, I was just kidding about the crazy part,” he told her, adding as he pressed his warm, moist lips against the surface of her cheek, “But not about the ravishing part.”
Amanda nodded.
“Ravishing, huh?” she asked. “Usually all I can get from you is a ‘cute,’ and that’s on a good hair day.” She noted, adding more seriously, “That needs to change.”
Greg nodded.
“After tonight, Amanda, everything changes,” he told her, adding as he pinned her with a contemplative glance, “Are you ready for this? If not tell me now, and we’ll forget about everything and stay home.”
Amanda thought a moment, and then nodded.
“I am ready for this,” she announced, lifting her chin and throwing her shoulders back as she took her husband’s arm. “And I think we need it. Let’s go.”
Chapter Four
The moment she stepped through the doors of La Coeur Restaurant, Amanda felt immersed in an aura of elegance that immediately soothed and lulled her senses.
She always basked in the vision of the gold brocade walls, vaulted ceilings and plush carpeting that formed the borders of this exclusive eatery, her favorite in the city. And now her eyes widened at the vision of tables adorned in coverings of sheer ivory lace and encircled by velvet covered chairs; topped by bouquets of dew glistened scarlet red roses and pearl pink carnations, as well as a variety of polished china that shone in the light of candle lined chandeliers overhead.
Soon her gaze was driven to a still more beautiful vision, a radiant couple whose sheer physical beauty seemed simply beyond compare.
Even she had to admit that Pia Samuelson shone in a foot length gown of sleek teal crepe, one that formed and caressed her slender figure to spectacular effect. Her waves of bountiful, midnight black hair fell graceful across her slender shoulders, proving the ideal showcase for wide ebony eyes that now flashed seductive in her husband’s direction.
“Hi, Handsome!” her lilting voice carried smooth and easy across the air as her full, ruby red lips parted to fix a beaming Greg with a charming, welcoming smile.
She was just a bit too charming and welcoming, in the view of one displeased spectator.
“OK that’s it. We’re out of here,” she whispered with a grimace. “Jesus, at this rate this woman and I aren’t going to make it through the salad course.”
Greg shook his head.
“Focus, baby,” he whispered in her ear, adding as he ran a soothing hand down the length of her back, “Focus on Emmanuel.”
Finally dragging her gaze away from the source of her ire, she shifted it instead to the focus of her desire; and, heaven help her, he was even more beautiful than his photo.
Standing from his table to strike a strong, tall stance before her, the muscular, broad-shouldered blond pulled out his chair for her even as he showed off the sleek white velvet dinner suit that accentuated every plane and muscle of his flawless frame.
Raising her gaze to his to thank him for his kind gesture, she was struck by the brilliance of his sparkling azure eyes and the perfection of his chiseled face; a visage well graced with sculpted cheekbones, full, moist lips and a perfect cleft chin.
“Christ, I didn’t think that anyone outside of Hollywood movies actually had a cleft chin—and even then I figured it was digitally enhanced,” Amanda mused, adding with a smile, “This man is just friggin’ beautiful.”
Then the ethereal, unbelievable vision parted his lips and spoke. Blast him.
“Why thank you, Miss,” he purred, his smooth, deep voice sending tingles down her spine.
“I just said that out loud, didn’t I?” she said aloud—this time on purpose. “Hate it when I do that—but blast it, it’s true. You are indeed friggin’ beautiful.”
Emmanuel guffawed outright.
“You are a delight, just as your husband described you,” he praised her, holding her gaze as he brought her hand to his full, moist lips for a long, sweet kiss. “Thank you so much for joining us this evening.”
Amanda nodded.
“Why thank you, I’m glad I did,” she assented, adding silently, “Now I am, anyway. Things could change at any moment.”
This thought was put to rest moments later, as her perceived rival leaned forward to plant her own surprising kiss square on her flushed cheek.
“Miss Amanda, I have heard wonderful things about you and am so glad you’re here,” Pia said with a grin, taking her hands and squeezing them in hers in a warm, sisterly manner. “We are thrilled to welcome you to our little circle of friends.”
“Circle of friends. So that’s what the kids are calling it these days,” Amanda replied, at the same time returning Pia’s irresistible smile and finally taking her seat. “Nice to meet you, Pia. My husband has spoken highly of you.”
“Too highly,” she added, mercifully in silence this time, as she saw Pia turn to her watching husband and engage the obviously admiring man in a round of quiet, intimate conversation.
She took in her breath moments later, as a pair of strong, sturdy hands clasped and caressed her sturdy shoulders.
Surprised at the intimacy of this gesture, she faced forward in her seat to face its most alluring source; a man who pinned her with an intense stare as he said, “Dear Lady, I realize that this can be an intimidating, even uncomfortable prospect for first time practitioners. Just be assured that what we’re doing here tonight is not only for Greg’s benefit, but for yours as well.” His voice lowered itself to a seductive purr as he added, “Think of this as your fantasy night, Bella. This is all about you, your dreams and desires. How can I please you?”
Even as Emmanuel’s bold, intimate questions made her heart pound, she managed a sharp, disbelieving laugh in response to his words.
“Wow, you really get to the point, don’t you?�
�� she asked with a smile. “I thought at this early hour you’d be asking my preferences regarding hors d’oeuvres and wine spritzers.”
Emmanuel chuckled.
“Well love, that part is all taken care of,” he assured her, taking her hands in his. “Please forgive us, but Pia and I took the liberty of ordering a magnum of champagne for our beverage this evening, as well as lobster dinners with sides of escargot and steamed vegetables and desserts of chocolate mousse.”
Amanda grinned.
“OK then, you just said the magic words,” she told him with a wink.
Emmanuel arched his eyebrows.
“Which magic words would those be, princess?” he asked her. “This is all about you, your dreams and desires? Or chocolate mousse?”
Amanda laughed.
“Both,” she admitted, adding as she waggled her eyebrows salacious in the direction of her captivating dinner date, “As a matter of fact I do believe that the two could be artfully combined.”
A laughing Emmanuel clasped her hands across the table as he told her, “Now that’s the spirit. All we need you to do is relax and enjoy your evening; and if I have it my way, Darling, you’re going to enjoy it very much.”
Proving his words moment later, Emmanuel set about making Amanda his full and true date for the evening. He handfed her nearly every bite of her gourmet dinner, insisting in exchange that she tell him every detail about her career and her interests. He also shared details about his own career as an artist, and asked if he could possibly commit her image to paper.
“Oh please,” Amanda snorted, adding as she rolled her eyes heavenward, “I’m sure that your wife would make a much more pleasing subject—unless, of course, you’re seeking to draw the centerfold of Cuddly Perky CPAs Monthly.”
Emmanuel guffawed outright.
“When I draw my subjects, I do my best to capture their soul on paper,” he told her, adding as he reached across the table to cradle her face tender in his hands, “Have you ever really looked at yourself, Amanda? Have you noticed how your eyes light up when you laugh, the beauty of your smile? Those are the things that I see when I look at you.”
Amanda said nothing for a moment, only took in her breath as their eyes locked and their public surroundings dissolved around them. She lost herself in the intense beauty of his pure crystalline gaze; reading a promise in his seductive eyes that seemed impossible to resist.
“Why thank you,” she told him finally, adding with a shrug, “I guess between the work and the kids, I haven’t taken a good look at myself lately.”
Emmanuel nodded.
“Well you should—because from where I stand lately, you are a sight to behold,” he whispered, adding as he gestured in the direction of the crisp, clean lined dance floor that formed the center of their dining spot. “Care to dance, Amanda?”
Biting her lip, Amanda turned to ask her husband if he would mind terribly if she danced with another man.
“Since part of the premise of the evening’s activities involves me sleeping with another man, it seems just a bit redundant to ask,” she mused, adding as she bit her lip, “Still and all, I don’t believe that either one of us has danced with anyone else since our wedding.”
Turning toward the opposite end of their table, where she’d last seen Greg chatting happily away with his apparent favorite co-worker, her eyes flew wide as she beheld two empty seats.
Turning full in her chair, she immediately located Greg and Pia at the center of the dance floor; where they danced slow and close, their arms wrapped around one another and their chests pressed together as they stared deep into one another’s eyes.
“When was the last time he looked at me that way?” she mused in silence, “If ever? Of course, I guess that I don’t have a lot of room to talk. I didn’t even notice when he left the table.”
Bolting suddenly to her feet, she took Emmanuel by the hand and led him to the dance floor; launching herself full into his muscled arms, determined to gauge her husband’s reaction to their own sensual slow dance.
All thoughts of Greg, and pretty much everyone else in the world, faded from her psyche as her handsome partner swept her into his muscled arms; pulling her body closer than close as the sounds of a nearby string quartet flew gentle over her senses.
Savoring the feel of his hard, bulging chest against hers, Amanda wrapped her arms around Emmanuel’s muscled shoulders and leaned into his solid heat; smiling in spite of herself as his firm, trim hips gyrated full against hers.
“It feels so good to be held again,” she whispered, hugging him to her as he swayed her across the floor.
Emmanuel’s answering chuckle sent tremors down her spine as he pulled her closer still.
“Imagine how good it will feel when I make mad, passionate love to you,” he growled low and sultry in her ear, punctuating his words with a sexy hip thrust that set a fire low in her belly. “Later tonight, at the beautiful hotel suite we’ve reserved for our first encounter. That is, if that’s what you want baby.”
Amanda threw herself into his welcoming arms as she nodded vigorous in response to his words.
“I’ve never wanted anything more,” she told him. “Take me there, Emmanuel. Take me now.”
Chapter Five
Within an hour Amanda found herself in a luxury suite that seemed like something out of a dream; a pastiche of a suite that came complete with gold brocade walls lined with oil paintings that depicted various pastoral scenes, rose jacquard curtains framing panoramic clear paned windows, ivory shag carpeting, polished cherry wood bureaus, and—as a centerpiece—two brass handled four poster beds swathed in thick, luxurious lace coverlets.
Standing stock still at the center of the room, she watched with a sharp sense of erotic curiosity as she saw an attractive young couple rolling naked between the sleek pink satin sheets that lie just beneath these coverlets; kissing passionately as their bare muscled bodies strained together—moaning and gasping outright as passion overtook them.
Suddenly she felt like a naughty voyeur, or perhaps like an attendant at a XXX picture show. Her gaze flowed free across the flawless entwined bodies frolicking free, their chests pressed together and their legs entwined as they drowned in a seemingly endless embrace.
The fantasy became all too real as the actor showed his face, and she identified him as her husband of 10 years.
With a cringe and a grimace she turned away, only to come face to face with a far more pleasing vision.
Having excused himself moments earlier to retire to the master bath, Emmanuel now emerged naked and unashamed from its confines; finally showing her the gorgeous body she’d dreamt of for weeks.
Her appreciative gaze raked nice and slow down the surface of his tall, sculpted frame, lingering on his hard, bronzed muscled chest, chiseled abs, and long firm legs—before widening substantially as she beheld the long, hard shaft that seemed to salute her presence.
“Come to me Amanda,” he whispered, opening his arms to her.
With a soft smile she went to him, sinking with a sigh into his embrace as he seared her lips with a white hot kiss; his full, wet mouth plying hers as their tongues joined briefly but meaningfully between them.
“Just a taste, my love, of the pleasure to come,” he promised on a whisper, wrapping his arms around her trembling body as he swept her most literally off of her feet. “Relax and enjoy me.”
With a lusty growl he tossed her body in the softness of a smooth lace coverlet, hopping onto the foot of the bed in a single smooth flourish as he knelt between her feet.
She thrilled moments later as—after freeing her from her shoes and hose--he suckled her toes and licked the pads of her tired feet; then licking and nipping his way up her legs before laying adoring kisses on her fleshy thighs.
Throwing her head back as arousal overcame her, Amanda moaned outright as an impassioned Emmanuel settled himself at the juncture of her thighs; kissing open her feminine folds as a red hot jolt of arousal cours
ed every fiber of her being.
This desire was satisfied on an intense and immediate level, as he opened her folds with a resounding lick and fixed his full, moist lips around the surface of her throbbing clit.
Slow and intent he suckled her nub; gracing her with an intimate kiss as his long, wet tongue flicked like lightning against her skin. He shifted his head from side to side to intensify the feeling, continuing to kiss and lick her clit as the flaxen tendrils of his long, thick hair brushed against her thighs.
Hoisting her hips forward to encourage his attentions, Amanda reached down to stroke these soft, luxurious strands, even as he reached up to stroke and caress her heaving breasts through the fabric of her dress.
Although totally enthralled by her dream of a lover, she also stole a stray gaze to the other bed in the room; where her husband still lay nude and entangled with the exotic Pia. She gasped outright as she saw Greg’s lithe, lean muscled body engorged in his lover’s slender form; the perfect little behind she’d always adored gyrating back and forth as he lost himself in her softness.
Oddly aroused by this captivating vision, she cried out in a show of passion as her lover delivered a long last lick that sent her hurdling across the edge of an incredible climax.
Amanda writhed wild on the bed beneath her as her heart pounded and her pulse raced, her being lost in the intense heat of the deepest, hottest orgasm she’d ever experienced; one followed by a dream of an embrace that touched and warmed her quivering body.
Slithering up the length of her body with a devilish smile, an ardent Emmanuel swept her up in his arms and stared deep into her eyes.
“You’re such a sexy little fire cat, aren’t you?” he growled, pausing to rub her shoulders before reaching behind her back to unzip her confining, sweat lined frock. “All you needed was someone to bring it out in you.” He paused here, adding with a salacious wink, “And I do indeed plan to bring it out in you, several more times this evening.”
True to his word, Emmanuel stripped off her dress in a slow, smooth move, burying his head in her exposed breasts to lick her nipples until they rose to hard, erect points beneath his attentions. His strong, gentle hands lowering to caress her full hips and tickle her rounded tummy.
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