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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Introduction

  TWICE SHY

  SAFE FOR WORK

  REPAINT THE NIGHT

  SAME AS IT EVER WAS

  OUT OF CONTROL

  WARRIOR

  HYPOCRITES

  THE PACT

  EXPOSING CALVIN

  SIX EYES, TWO EARS

  RENEWAL

  THE NETHERLANDS

  PREDATORY TREE

  THE MITZVAH

  AFTER THE MASSAGE

  PINK SATIN PURSE

  Scene One: The Bedroom, Midafternoon

  Scene Two: The Kitchen, at Dusk

  Scene Three: In Bed, with the Lamp On

  ABOUT THE AUTHORS

  ABOUT THE EDITOR

  Copyright Page

  INTRODUCTION

  A lot of the erotica that comes across my desk focuses on the spark of attraction when strangers meet, the cataclysmic sensation of falling, hard, for someone new and exciting. That makes sense, because there’s built-in drama and erotic tension when two people discover there’s intense chemistry between them. With this anthology, though, I wanted to explore what happens after that, once those people have been together a while (even a short while). I wanted to see what sparks fictional couples could produce on the page, and the results are, well, scorching.

  The couples in this book explore all sorts of exciting sexual possibilities, and one of the main reasons they’re able to open up in the ways they do is precisely because they have another person to rely on, coax them, challenge them, tease them and seduce them into traveling down a new sexual path. Whether that means outdoor sex, kink, a trip to a strip club or a very sensual massage, we get to see the ways the layers of trust that have been built up get used to stoke the fire that burns between them.

  In addition to enjoying naughty, wild adventures, the couples here also work out differences between one another and handle issues like infidelity in ways that ultimately strengthen, rather than destroy, their relationships’ longevity. In Cole Riley’s “Same As It Ever Was,” Joanne suspects her husband of cheating, but with a little help from her best friend, manages to recapture the sensual spirit and passion that’s been missing as both husband and wife make amends and move on, knowing what it was they almost lost. Rekindling a romance that’s threatened to go stale is also the theme of “Renewal” by Delilah Night, where she writes, “That touch sent a long-missing ripple through my body. I hesitated, hoping he’d remember what I love.”

  In “The Pact” by Elizabeth Coldwell, a woman rediscovers a man she’d once passed over, only to find that the years they’ve spent apart have made him someone she’s sorry she overlooked. How a couple deals with a death in the family, as well as religious tradition, is the subject of “The Mitzvah” by Tiffany Reisz, as Grace and Zachary find that embracing desire can be healing. Kris Adams takes us into an African village and some complicated relationship dynamics, along with a lot of voyeurism, in “Six Eyes, Two Ears.” Kay Jaybee takes a common fantasy, that of a man watching two women make love, and breathes new life into it by showing both halves of a couple as they live out this dream.

  Individual characters work through their own issues with the help of their partners, getting support, love and, of course, very hot sex. “Repaint the Night,” by Janine Ashbless, is about public sex, but, even more, a woman who is conquering a fear of the dark after being mugged ten years before. The erotic power of that story is heightened by Leah’s awe at being able to enjoy what she and Callum are sharing, as she recovers a part of herself she lost and deepens the level of trust between them.

  For those who like things a bit spicier, there’s “The Netherlands” by Justine Elyot, in which a nude Loveday serves guests tea and takes orders, while fulfilling a longtime fantasy of being “used,” with her true love there to watch.

  Make no mistake: though these are stories about couples, they are not light or fluffy. They are full of joy, lust and kink, as well as realistic elements of mistrust, uncertainty and confusion, which the couples work through in ways that don’t gloss over or ignore their differences.

  These couples, however long they’ve been a team, push the envelope by pushing themselves to try something new, even when they’re not sure where it will lead them. They go to those exotic, erotic places, to those recurring fantasies, because they know they have someone who will travel there with them. I hope this book will inspire nighttime reading—out loud—and erotic adventures, as well as conversations that have been bubbling under the surface, waiting to be exposed, just like the fantasies in the tales you’re about to read.

  Rachel Kramer Bussel

  New York City

  TWICE SHY

  Heidi Champa

  There is nothing like a good fuck first thing in the morning. I stretched my arms up over my head, enjoying the tired and sore feeling in the muscles of my back and legs. The deep rush of satisfaction that filled my body made me want to stay in bed, but work was calling. I knew as soon as that shower turned off, it would be time for me to get out of bed and start my day. The door to the bathroom was wide open, and I closed my eyes and listened to the sound of the pounding water, knowing it was covering his naked body.

  God, we had just finished, but the thought of him soapy and wet got me going again. It was like my body had already reset, already forgotten how hard he had just made me come. I rubbed my hands over my naked skin as I listened to the water falling onto the tile of the shower floor. We had shared that small space more than a few times, and it always ended the same way, with me pressed against the cool wall and him fucking me while surrounded by the steamy spray. My fingers reached my cunt, which was already growing wet again, my desire clearly still unquenched.

  All too soon, the room went silent as the pounding water came to a stop and I groaned at the prospect of leaving my warm bed. I heard him moving around inside the bathroom, but his voice surprised me nonetheless.

  “You bit me.”

  I turned and looked at him, his torso still damp from his shower, his face fixed on the fogged bathroom mirror.

  “I did what?”

  “You bit me. Really hard, too. I’m going to have a bruise on my chest from where you fucking bit me.”

  I shook my head as I walked into the bathroom, ready to call his bluff. He turned to face me when I entered the room, his skin still slightly red from his long shower. There, right above his nipple, was a purple-red mark, a few teeth impressions visible along the edge. Damn, he was right. I had bit him. Scrolling through memories of the morning’s activities, I couldn’t remember sinking my teeth into his chest. I looked up at him, trying my best for innocence, but his expression told me I was failing miserably. I reached my hand up and ran my finger along the small oval mark I’d left on his chest. Watching his face, I waited for him to wince in pain as I pressed down on the spot, but his face didn’t change one bit. His hand closed over mine, caressing my fingers with his own.

  “You did it when you were coming. Right after you wrapped your legs around my back, you bit me. Pretty hard, too.”

  “I’m sorry, Ben. I really didn’t mean to. I guess I just got caught up in all the excitement. You know I can’t be held responsible for what I do when I’m coming.”

  “Just watch it next time, okay?”

  I grabbed his face in my hands and kissed him, gently sucking his bottom lip as I finished, just the way he likes. Just for fun I added a quick nibble, but he didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he turned the tables on me and grabbed my bottom lip between his teeth just for a second before pulling away.

  “I promise, Ben. The next time you’re fucking me senseless, I won’t bite you. But, come on. Is it really that big of a deal? It’s just a little
bruise.”

  “Really? Well, how would you like it if I bit you?”

  “It wouldn’t bother me at all. Besides, you’ve left bruises on me before.”

  “Those were just accidents. This is different. And I don’t think you’d like it at all. You’ve never been into that kind of thing.”

  “What kind of thing?”

  “Things that hurt. That time I slapped your ass, you didn’t speak to me for damn near three hours.”

  “Maybe I would like it. I know I wouldn’t be a big baby about it, like you.”

  He smirked at me while grabbing one of my hands and pulling it toward his mouth. He turned my arm so the sensitive underside was exposed. At first, he just kissed and licked the skin above my wrist gently, teasing me enough to make my eyes close. His other hand slipped between my legs, surprised at finding me wet.

  “Well, well. Does all this biting talk have you excited?”

  As soon as he started rubbing his fingers over my hard clit and was clearly thinking about round two, I felt it. Ben sunk his teeth into my skin. The power of his bite took my breath away.

  My free hand instinctively rose to my chest as I gasped, the shot of pain flowing through my whole body. His fingers kept swirling over my clit, but even with the deep stab of pleasure, the pain started to border on unbearable. All too soon, it felt like too much. It was at that moment that Ben released my skin, kissing the spot lightly before pulling away. He reluctantly removed his hand from between my legs and brought the moist digits up to his mouth and tasted them. He searched my face, but I didn’t know what he saw.

  “I guess you’re right. I guess you do like it, Celia.”

  Without another word, he turned to the sink to finish his morning routine. I walked to the shower, still holding my injured arm close to my body. I caught his gaze in the mirror, before letting my eyes fall to the spot on his chest, which was starting to turn a little blue. Looking at my own bruise, I couldn’t help but touch it. As I did, my pussy clenched, and another rush of moisture made me shudder. With one last look toward Ben, I closed the shower door harder than I needed to.

  For the next several days, the little bruise on my arm consumed my thoughts. Ben was away on business, and for the forty-eight hours that he was gone, I masturbated several times, picturing his face as he sank his teeth into my skin, all the while playing with my pussy. It was shocking how much it had affected me, how such a tiny thing had taken over my mind. Upon his return, I tried to jump Ben, to get him to put his mouth on me again. But he put me off, telling me he was tired and jet-lagged. I lay awake half the night, trying to quiet the desires that were running through my head.

  The next morning when I got up, Ben was already gone, leaving a note saying he had to head to the office earlier. I was officially pissed, agitated and horny as hell. I had no choice but to go to work and try and forget about that scarlet mark that was still staring up from my wrist.

  All day while I was at work, all I could think about was that mark on my arm, and the throb of need that beat between my legs. I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about the feel of his teeth on my arm, the concentrated sensation of the pain it produced. But, most of all, I thought about how much I liked it. I stared at the little patch of broken blood vessels and smoothed my finger over it. Resisting as long as I could, I pressed the tender little mark, shooting a dull pain through my body. It was not nearly as good as the real thing, but it was enough to get me through the day until I could get home and let Ben have his way with me, and maybe even oblige me by taking another small bite of me.

  My mobile phone buzzed late in the morning, and I knew it had to be Ben. I pressed the button to pick up his call, even though I knew I should try and get some work done. As I pressed the phone to my ear, I tried to control my breathing and sound cool and collected.

  “Hey, Celia. How’s your day going?”

  “Fine. How about you?”

  “You sound a little on edge; is everything okay?”

  I took another deep breath, trying to think of something sane and rational to tell Ben about why I sounded so frazzled on the phone. But I guess I hesitated too long, so he kept talking.

  “I know what it is. You’re still thinking about that bite mark on your arm, aren’t you?”

  “How did you know that?”

  “I just had a feeling, after seeing your reaction last night when I said I was too tired to have sex. I can’t believe that all this time, I had no idea you were into pain.”

  “I’m not ‘into’ pain. I mean, I don’t think I am. All I know is I can’t stop thinking about it. But it’s not just about the pain. It’s something else, too. Something more than that.”

  Ben didn’t respond and I stared at the stack of work on my desk and the message light blinking on my office phone. I hadn’t done one thing since I’d come in to work. I knew I would never be able to concentrate until I satisfied the curiosity that had been gnawing at me since that moment in the bathroom. I made a rash decision, talking quickly before I could change my mind.

  “You know the Montclair, around the corner from my office?”

  “That cheesy motel we always laugh at?”

  “Yeah, that’s the one. Meet me there in one hour.”

  I hung up before he could agree—or disagree—suddenly feeling lighter. The phone call allowed me to get through a stack of work before I had to meet Ben, so I didn’t feel so guilty about taking an extra-long lunch break. Ignoring the questioning looks from my coworkers, I practically ran out of the building, not even bothering to take my car, choosing instead to walk the two blocks to the motel.

  I arrived before he did, sitting in the tiny armchair that was the only other piece of furniture in the room. Taking off my blazer, I tried to remain calm as I waited for the door to open, for Ben to join me, but I was jumpy, the confluence of need and anticipation making my body nearly shake. It didn’t take Ben long to arrive, his demeanor the complete opposite of mine. He couldn’t have been more tranquil, and seeing him that way only made me more antsy. He had to know what I wanted, but he seemed completely unaffected by it all. He began taking off his suit, undressing without me even asking. As he slid his tie off, he gazed at the bed and its tacky floral covering. He yanked it from the bed, throwing it and the extra blanket underneath it to the floor. Looking at me, he hooked his finger and motioned for me to come closer.

  “Well, what are you waiting for? This was your idea, after all.”

  I didn’t answer him, just walked the short distance to him, shedding my blouse and skirt along the way. I had spent the whole morning thinking about this forbidden hour, visions of it pushing away all other thoughts. Pulling my panties to the floor, I stood in front of him naked, not sure exactly what to do next.

  He walked over to me, pausing just a moment to set his glasses on the dresser next to him. From outside, I could hear the noontime traffic. The window was open a bit, and a light warm breeze was flowing in, making the room seem less sterile.

  “So, Celia. What exactly is it you want?”

  “You know what I want.”

  “Do I? I don’t think you ever said, at least not really.”

  I stared at him, noticing the curl of his smirk as he finished removing his pants, leaving his hula-girl boxers in place. I loved that he wore such outlandish things under his conservative suits. His hands slid down my arms and back again, resting lightly on my shoulders. I took one last look at the mark on my arm, which was now a full-fledged bruise, and I knew I had to say it.

  “I want you to bite me.”

  “Is that all? I mean, I already did that two days ago. And I could do that just as well at home.”

  “You know what I mean.”

  “I want you to say it, Celia. Say the words and I’ll do it.”

  “Ben, I want you to bite me. I want to feel it while you’re fucking me. I want to feel it while I’m coming. I can’t wait another minute; I need it now.”

  The last words came out as a whisper,
my eyes falling from Ben’s gaze. He took my face in his hands, forcing my eyes back up.

  “Get on the bed, Celia. Now.”

  I didn’t move right away, but Ben helped me along with a playful shove, and I landed facedown. He pulled me up to my knees, his hands running over my asscheeks, raising goose bumps despite the warm air blowing from outside. I waited for the sharp blow of pain his teeth would provide, but he had more in store for me than I realized. He parted the cheeks of my ass and pressed his tongue to my puckered hole. He made one spiral and then another. The tip of his finger teased my wet cunt, entering me easily as his tongue continued to work. It all felt so good, but it wasn’t what I wanted. As another finger entered me, his tongue dove into my ass, nothing teasing or gentle about it. The tip went right for my center, pushing my asshole open little by little. I couldn’t stop myself from rocking back into him, trying to get more of his fat tongue in me.

  But he stayed firmly in control, his tongue easing away, going back to feather-light licks around my rim. I groaned at the torture, but loved every second of it. He was groaning too, pushing his tongue back into my ass, wiggling and squirming his way deeper inside. His fingers kept up their steady rhythm, joined by his thumb strumming my clit. His mouth left my ass, his voice breaking as he spoke to me.

  “Tell me again. Tell me what you want.”

  “I want you to bite me, Ben. Please.”

  His mouth grazed over my asscheek, down to the sensitive skin of my thigh. I held my breath; his fingers stopped moving inside me for just a moment as I felt it. My gasp filled the room as his teeth sank slowly into my flesh, the pain searing and direct. My pussy clenched around Ben’s fingers, the slow pull and push of them starting again. He moved up my body, this time his teeth gnashing on my ass, a series of light nips mixed in with hard bites as he moved all over my asscheek with his mouth. I felt like I was going to come right there around his fingers but Ben moved again, taking down his boxers and entering me with little fanfare, sliding his cock inside me slowly.