Triple Pleasure

by Francesca St. Claire

  TRIPLE PLEASURE

  by

  Francesca St. Claire

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  Copyright © 2018 by Francesca St. Claire

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  ISBN: 978-1-68299-274-6

  Credits

  Cover Artist: Kristian Norris

  Editor: Cammi Smith

  Printed in the United States of America

  WHAT THEY ARE SAYING ABOUT

  Sinful Weekend

  **** STARS

  “This is the second short story I’ve read by this author and I have to say she definitely knows how to write a hotromance!

  “The bedroom scenes are scorching! I found the story well paced, believable plot, and the characters very likable…I totally enjoyed the feel good ending!”

  ~ Tory Richards

  **** STARS

  “I enjoyed the fact that Stephanie wanted to spend her time with her friends and not a guy. I also liked how Nick was willing to wait until Stephanie’s friends left. The chemistry between Nick and Stephanie is off the charts explosive. The sex is hot and explosive…

  “…I loved the ending to this story. Normally I am not fond of short stories but this was a wonderful hot story. I hope to see more from these characters in the future.”

  ~ VRainey – Night Owl Reviews

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  Sinful Weekend

  Divine Weekend

  Dedication

  Peter, who always believes in me.

  Prologue

  My name is Amanda Salt. I’m thirty-two years old with a job in advertising that pays for an apartment in the city, a yearly vacation in the islands, and a few other frills that make life so enjoyable.

  I have three lovers and no plans for marriage or happily ever after. I live in the moment, and the moment right now is as I always wanted it to be.

  Lover number one, Robert, is a journalist who just turned forty. His hair has started to gray, but he wears it well. Maturity suits him. He is clever, and I enjoy his wit as much as I enjoy his big dick.

  As a rule, we meet for drinks and dinner first and then we fuck. Sometimes, if the mood is right, we might wander to one of the artsy events to which we were both invited before going home. Or we might go to a movie, one with subtitles and social awareness. Some might find this boring. I find it sexy.

  We’ve been lovers for six years. When I thought there wasn’t much more to experiment with together, Robert wowed me by casually informing me he’d attended a three-day Tantric Sex workshop. That changed everything for us.

  We are lovers and friends.

  Neither of us believes in monogamous relationships.

  Lover number two, Jack, is a successful real estate broker with a very impressive track record both in and out of the bedroom. He’s the most driven person I know. He’s fun to be with and has fulfilled most of my sexual fantasies…and then some.

  Sex with Jack is highly physical. He is fond of quickies, but his seductions start long before we are naked, and if we’re seeing each other that night, he’ll send me sexy messages throughout the day. Once we meet, he’ll compliment me on my looks and tell me the effect they have on him. He is bold with his language and doesn’t shy away from asking for what he wants. I find this sexy. I like a man in charge. He is what I call a hunk, from his toned, athletic body right down to his sparkling green eyes. The sight of him turns me on like no one else.

  He has a very busy social agenda, though apart from me, he hasn’t dated anyone for more than six consecutive weeks. I feel special that such a sought-after hunk continues to seek my company on a regular basis. I guess I meet two of his very important prerequisites for his dates—I’m good in bed and a firm believer in casual dating, even when casual dating has turned into a string of one-night stands for the past three years.

  Alex, lover number three, is a college student who is good for my ego. He worships me, and I’m flattered by his puppy-love adoration. The sex is quite phenomenal, too, now that I’ve taught him everything I know.

  We met on Memorial Day weekend eighteen months ago and fucked like rabbits for two whole days and nights. If I left the decision to him, we’d be having marathon sex every day of the week. I enjoy being the teacher more than I ever thought I would. I like to think I’m contributing to the happiness of the girl he’ll marry one day.

  As a rule, I only see him once a week, though he often wears me down with his insistence until I agree to see him twice in one week…or sometimes a whole weekend. He’s then so genuinely thankful that I’m tempted to spend more time with him. But when I remember how much I like my life and the way it’s organized, I back down instantly. It would mess everything up if I allowed one lover to permanently monopolize more of my time and attention than the other two. There is safety in numbers.

  I’m faithful to all three of my lovers.

  Chapter 1

  It was eight thirty in the morning, and I was already at my desk. After consulting my agenda and noting all the business appointments, I sighed inwardly. It was going to be a hell of a busy week. But a glance at the private commitments made me smile happily. After three weeks traveling, Robert was back in town.

  He’d been to Iraq following the earthquake disaster in a country already devastated by war, then on to China and Japan to cover President Trump’s first official visit to Asia before going on to Vietnam and the Philippines. Now he was back, and, according to what he’d said the night before when he’d called to confirm our dinner date for this evening, he was eager to see me.

  I was eager to see him, too. I’d missed him.

  A mental image of me wearing my new black lace bra and thong, and Robert’s lusty appreciation when he saw me in it, popped into my mind. That would tease him good. He adores seeing me in sexy underwear, and I am not shy to reveal my curves to his penetrating stare and expert hands. The thought of us together made me hot all over. I could hardly wait to kiss his soft lips and enjoy his lean, honed body against mine as he whispered his need for me. I sighed deeply. Still ten hours left before I could cash in on all that, though the wait would be rewarding, I was sure of it.

  I circled Wednesday’s date with Jack. With the game starting at seven, I would have to make sure I left work early. I hoped the Knicks would win. All pumped up with adrenaline, Jack would be a tiger in bed. I shivered at the thought of his hard kisses and demanding lovemaking. I’d be sore the following day, but it would be well worth it for the pleasure his athletic body would give me. I’d need a night off after that, which brought to mind Alex’s request to see me on Tuesday instead of Thursday. That would work. Good. It was settled. I congratulated myself on another well-planned week.

  That just left the weekend…who would be the lucky one?

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  We had arranged to meet in the Village. When I arrived, Robert was already sitting at the bar, chatting with the barman, whom we’d known for many years. I was struck by Robert’s gypsy good looks. He’d grown a beard as dark as his long, wavy hair. He wore his trademark black jeans and leather jacket, and he looked fantastic. He glanced over his shoulder and turned in my direction. His gray eyes assessed me with the inquiring, curious quality of a good and experienced reporter, and something else akin to joy. He smiled, and I melted, scorched by the warmth of his sexual magnetism. We kissed—a nice, lingering touch of the lips—and smiled into each other’s eyes. I was so happy to see him. When I slid onto the barstool, his hand rested on my thigh as he asked if I wanted my usual G&T. Enjoying his touch as heat spread upward, I nodded and covered his hand with mine. It was so nice to have him back.

  “How was your trip?”

  “Long. Shattering. Heartbreaking.” His shoulders slumped slightly.

  We talked for a bit about Iraq, but Robert was not into discussing what must have been a devastatingly sad experience. I lightened up the mood by asking him what he thought of the First Lady’s wardrobe during her trip to Japan. He laughed at my girly question, but humored me.

  Robert is witty, funny, and quite entertaining. Using his journalistic skills, he described each and every outfit so accurately, I could picture them exactly. We had a good laugh—his sense of humor is a real turn-on.

  Once we finished our drinks, Robert suggested we go straight home. When I raised a teasing eyebrow, he offered an explanation that dimmed my good mood. “I’ve got an early appointment.”

  “Oh.” I pouted, disheartened.

  Curving an arm around my waist, he dipped his head, bringing his lips closer to my ear. “But I need very little sleep.”

  Man, was I glad to hear it! I smiled knowingly.

  I called our favorite sushi delivery service from the taxi on the way home, and, once in the elevator, we embraced passionately and carried on kissing ’til we were interrupted by the elevator door chime. We held hands until we’d reached the privacy of my apartment.

  “It’s good to see you. It’s been far too long,” Robert said as we ate.

  I couldn’t help wondering if he meant it had been far too long since he had last seen me, or since he’d had sex. On second guess, I realized it had to be the former. Robert’s romantic, dark looks are very popular with his fellow female journalists, and three weeks was a long time to go without sex.

  A feeling resembling jealousy crept up on me. Quite surprising, really, considering I’ve never been the jealous kind. I dismissed it. I was certain I was just being territorial.

  On mutual agreement, we left dessert for later and moved to the bedroom. Dimly lit with jasmine-scented candles and cheered with bunches of fresh-cut flowers, the room looked soft and inviting.

  A lovers’ cove…

  When I turned to Robert, he pulled me to him for the kiss I’d been thinking about all evening. Gazing into each other’s eyes, we smiled in eager anticipation of what was to come. The next kiss was slow, intense, achy.

  “I’ve missed you, Amanda,” he murmured as he cupped my face, his eyes locked with mine. “I’ve missed you a lot.”

  The combination of his low voice and thumb rubbing my neck sent shivers down my spine.

  He reached behind me and slowly lowered the zipper of my black dress, his thumb trailing my bare skin the entire length of my spine. When his hand slid inside my dress and he pressed his open hand to the small of my back, I shuddered. I flattened my breasts against his chest and pushed against his cock, which was straining at his zipper.

  He shook his head and wiggled his hips away. “Not so fast,” he said.

  I frowned a little, but knew it would change nothing. He continued slowly removing the dress off my shoulders, down my arms, along my torso, and over my hips, ’til it fell in a pool at my feet. Taking my hand, he helped me step aside. His gaze dropped to the swell above my black lace bra, and a long, tanned finger grazed the edge of the dainty garment. The heat of his body seeped through my skin. Cupping his face with both hands, I eagerly kissed his downward-turned lips. I’d missed them more than I was prepared to admit. They were soft, warm, with just the right amount of padding to make them lustful. Kissable. And Robert is a great kisser. On top of his skillful technique, he always makes me believe he’s been waiting too long to kiss me, and he just can’t hold back anymore.

  Robert can make me come just by kissing alone.

  But not tonight.

  When he broke the kiss, his hands swept down my back and over my bottom, caressing, kneading, and lifting me ’til our pelvises joined. Mmm…now we were talking.

  His erection pressed against my pelvic bone, and I wiggled a little to cradle it within my folds. Lifting my arms, I encircled his neck while nibbling on his ear. I was rewarded with a fierce shudder from him. He returned the favor by grazing the side of my throat with lips that were warm and clever. I trembled, pressing harder against him as a long, pleading moan escaped my lips.

  “New perfume?” he whispered, nuzzling my neck, his voice a little raspier, and I smiled inwardly.

  “Yee-e-s.” I laughed, aroused. “Like it?”

  “Very much,” he said with glee in his eyes. He wiggled his eyebrows playfully. “Where else have you sprayed it?”

  My lips curved in a slow, teasing smile. “That’s for you to find out.”

  “Oh, yeah? I don’t mind if I do,” he said. “Let’s start right…here.” A finger swept lightly over the upper curve of my breasts, and jolts of electricity raced from the tip of his finger to my nipples.

  “Mmm…” My moan echoed in the still of the room, and I smiled lazily.

  His nose deep in my cleavage hardened my nipples into two stiff pebbles before he even put his lips, or hands, on my breasts. He pushed down my strapless bra and covered the engorged nipples first with his lips, then with his mouth. Lust speared down to my core.

  “Let’s see what else smells good,” he rasped and dropped to his knees, hands caressing my thighs as his lips skimmed my midriff and below.

  His featherlike kisses and tongue action were set to destroy me. Silently, I thrust my hips, demanding his attention to a more intimate area of my body. I clenched my hands in his silky hair, guiding him to the vortex of my thighs. But he ignored my silent plea and continued kissing down my hip and along the side of my thigh, taking the time to remove my lace-top thigh-highs before his moist lips swept the back of my knees. I whimpered as lightning bolts raced to every corner of my aroused body.

  “Oh, God!”

  He was going to drive me insane with this slow seduction for sure. My clit throbbed with anticipation and need, but my eagerness would not secure faster results. I had to be patient, though I was ravaged by lust. Reaching under his turtleneck sweater, I slid my palms up his tight torso and slightly hairy chest.

  “Mmm…still as I remember it,” I cooed delightedly.

  He chuckled. Reaching behind my back, he unhooked my bra and dropped it on top of the discarded dress. His eyes widened and his nostrils flared as he ogled my perky breasts.

  “You’re so beautiful, Amanda,” he said, cupping my breasts in his large, gentle hands. One hand skimmed down to my hip as the other lifted to the nape of my neck. “I thought of you a lot,” he murmured, lips skimming my jaw.

  I turned my face, seeking his lips, but a tighter grip on my neck stopped me from succeeding. He was not to be rushed. The wait paid off. When he finally captured my mouth, he lingered ’til I was a pool of wet lust.

  Impatiently, I tugged at his clothes and pushed his turtleneck sweater up, revealing his long, firm torso. I was desperate to see him naked, to drown in the heat of his body without any hindrance, to touch him to my heart’s content.

  Reaching behind his neck, he pulled the sweater over his head, toed his shoes off, and, with two economical moves, removed the rest of his clothes.

  He faced me fully naked, hi
s splendid arousal a test to my overexcited nerve endings.

  I was again reminded how a lean, taut body with just a dusting of dark hair can be just as attractive as any sculpted one with muscles. Marveling at his sexy physique, I unconsciously rubbed my tongue across my upper lip.

  His gaze lingered on me before he winked. “Now you,” he said, sliding his thumbs inside my thong and pushing it down my legs and over my feet. “Lie down.”

  My heart stopped for a couple of beats at his commanding order.

  Finally! Foreplay was over—now he was going to fuck me. Ohhhhh, yes.

  My heartbeat raced, and every raw spot in my body tightened with anticipation. I imagined his hard dick sliding inside me and braced myself for the long, hard ride ahead. Then I noticed Robert reaching for the massage oil.

  I wanted to shout, “Not tonight!” but I was torn. His massages are always so erotic, so magnificent. I’d be fucking wild by the time he was done touching me.

  His hands were warm when he smoothed the oil over my entire back in wide, gentle strokes. A deep moan escaped my lips as he began rubbing me slowly and deeply.

  Leaning over, he let his chest rub my back ever so slightly. Oh, fuck! He was going to drive me mad with need before this was over. His fingers traveled to my wrists and the inside of my elbows, lingering.

  Jesus, he is going to make me scream.

  He exhaled slowly along my spine, and shivers raced up and down my aroused body. I could hardly keep still when he slid down, his dick rubbing over my ass, between my thighs, down my legs.

  I wanted to turn around and put my hands on him. Instead, I tightened my hands in the bedcover and bit my lower lip. The rubbing of my thighs and legs should have relaxed me, calmed me, but I was more energized and aroused than before.

  “Robert!” A long, deep shudder rocked my body from head to toe.

  “Let’s try something else,” he said, flipping me onto my back.