The Alessi Dominion

Where the world’s elite come to play… and every forbidden desire leads to happily ever after.

A global brand, with a luxury hotel in most major cities around the world.

Owned by Mateo Alessi, hard-earned and well-run, it is the luxurious playground of billionaires, CEOs, even royalty. With more than its fair share of closed doors and steamy encounters. Hearts won and lost in rooftop bars, beneath crystal chandeliers and between Egyptian cotton sheets.

Every story features its own central couple, but the Dominion Hotel and its residents play silent witness to each spicy billionaire romance, including Mateo’s love story in Billionaire Seduction.

Steamy, almost stand-alone, instalove romances.

Billionaire Seduction

A billionaire hotelier, a sassy self-made millionaire and a romance that neither saw coming.

Royal Seduction

A royal single dad. Two matchmaking daughters. One curvy woman half his age who just might be his happily ever after.

Snowbound Seduction

She needed one quiet Christmas Eve. He needed to stop watching her from behind the bar.

Midnight Seduction - Blurb

(Yes the blurb might change, my characters don’t always do as they’re told!)

She’s the hotel empire’s ‘Velvet Hammer.’ He’s a ruthless football billionaire twice her age. When their worlds collide, the rules don’t just bend, they shatter.

Usual rules apply. I write it here ‘live’ in Substack. You get exclusive first access, a chapter at a time.

Violeta

They call me the ‘Velvet Hammer’ because I run the Paris Dominion with absolute control. My rules keep my past trauma buried and my heart safe, until Christophe Cartier strides in. He’s arrogant, twice my age, and demands exceptions I never make. I should say no, but his blue eyes are a temptation I can’t resist.

Christophe

I’ve built my empire on rigid discipline and calculated risks. I don’t do casual, and I certainly don’t lose my head over a woman twenty-two years my junior. But when the beautiful hotel manager looks me in the eye and tells me no, my pristine control completely shatters. Now, my dangerous past is coming for us both, and the only way to protect her is to let her go.

A steamy, age-gap, protector romance with a fierce heroine, an emotionally unavailable billionaire, and a heartwarming happy ending.

The Alessi Dominion – Book Three

Where the world’s elite come to play… and every forbidden desire leads to happily ever after.

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Midnight Seduction - Prologue - Luca

I’m here, but most people don’t notice me. Not really.

I’m Luca Moretti, bar manager at the Paris Dominion, or at least I am this week, filling in while the new guy learns the ropes.

People think bartenders are invisible, and in a way, we are. It has its definite advantages. It makes it easier to spot things. People, potential, and that exact moment something is about to happen, whether it is good or bad.

Like this afternoon.

From my spot behind the lobby bar, I had the perfect view of reception, and it was absolute chaos. A pop star missing her key, which apparently seems to indicate the end of the world. The head chef threatening to walk out over a truffle dispute, and a PR executive announcing to anyone that listens that they are tweeting about the shambles.

And right in the centre of the storm is Violeta Bosch. I’d recognise the big hair and bigger earrings anywhere. Those infamous six-inch stilettos announce her intent from a hundred yards away.

Underestimate her at your peril because she has twenty-four-seven access to her bosses, the hotel group owners, Mateo and Alana Stone-Alessi.

Vio immediately took control like she owned the joint. She had almost won, too.

Until Christophe Cartier walked in.

I’ve seen him before, of course. He’s a global footballing legend turned high-stakes billionaire. A winner in every sense of the word.

Tall, breathtakingly attractive, wearing a bespoke suit, and that casual, near-arrogance that says the world always caters to him.

He clearly expects her absolute attention.

She expects him to wait his turn.

Trust me, they haven’t even exchanged names yet, but this is going to be the match to watch.

Christophe and Vio, over to you.

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My First Woman and My Husband Watched - Chapter 7 - Eloise

We ordered food because Sal said she hadn’t eaten.

Ty answered the door to room service in a hotel dressing gown. It took little imagination to know what he’d been doing.

We sat on the bed and ate chips out of one big dish, and drank the last of the wine.

Sal sat naked in all her glory. Cross-legged at the end of the bed, her hair sweat frizzed but amazingly her makeup almost unsmudged.

I gazed across at her and thought how lucky we were, to see this sensual, uncensored version of the boss.

‘What?’

She asked, mouth full of chip and dip.

‘Nothing.’

‘You’re staring.’

‘Yes. I am. So sue me.’

She threw a chip at me.

Twenty minutes later, the dish empty, wine bottle number two opened, we felt ready to start again.

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A Snippet of My Favourite Spicy Story

I’d fucked her, no, made love to her, a couple of hours ago, but my body already needed more of her.

…

We watched as Leo, a legend at oral, apparently, teased his fingers up the inside of her thighs. He kissed, sucked and chewed her skin as he slowly loved closer to her pussy. Eased her legs wider with each move. He’s not a big guy and used his size to his advantage, snuggling between her thighs and lapping at her gash.

She moaned as he lapped, peeling her lips open. His fingers pinning her lips wide whilst his tongue started a slurping, loud assault on her exposed pink pussy. Em lifted her feet and placed them on his shoulders. Her hand rested on his head, gently encouraging him in.

Her tits pinked as George twisted and stretched her nipples. She looked up at me. I stroked my cock in my fist, bit my lip. Marcus a shadow mirror image on the other side of her, his cock already engorged, his brow beading with sweat.

I wondered how she’d fastened on her mask. It stayed secure as she leant back and allowed George and Leo to move in closer. Marcus and I stood like wanking bookends, moving in for a better view.

Leo pulled back slightly. His tongue dabbing then circling her clit. He had her pussy lips pinned almost painfully wide as he stuck his tongue inside her. Repeated the move over and over again. He added to the mix. His two fingers probing deep as his tongue lashed her clit. His insistent rhythm, and Em’s purring response, almost had me hypnotised.

Em grabbed her knees, pulled her legs up and wider apart.

Fuck, she looked amazing!

Leo now had access to her ass as he licked around her clit, fingered her pussy, then used her wetness to slide his fingers over her asshole.

She moaned approval, demanded more.

He didn’t disappoint her, or us.

I glanced at George. He’s let go of her tits. No longer concerned about her pleasure, just his own. He stood over her head, eyes pinned on her finger-marked tits, wanking.

Leo still focussed on pleasing Em, licked, fingered, and slurped. His lips around her clit. When he pulled away, he’d almost given her a clit-pussy love-bite. He pulled her clit hood with his teeth. Stuck three, then four of his slim fingers into her pussy, twisting, knuckling her as he lapped at her clit. Her groans, so animalistic, so natural, I’m sure the trees outside leaned in with leaf-trembling empathy.

Em let go of her legs and stretched her arms out wide, clenching cushions in her fists.

George grabbed her hair and shot his load over his fist, her hair and her theatrical face mask. Sticky strings on the lace, just missing her eyes and lips, but catching on his fingers as he swore and continued to empty his balls.

The sight of him shooting sent Marcus over. He stepped forward and shot his load over Em’s tits. He leant in, and as gentle as touching a butterfly, he stroked his load around her nipples. It had an almost childlike curiosity in the way he then tweaked her hard nipples.

I continued to stroke, slowing when I felt I couldn’t hold back. I had to see this through.

For her.

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My First Woman and My Husband Watched - Chapter 6 - Tyler

I want to be straight with you, being told to sit and stay in that chair wasn’t a punishment and it sure as hell didn’t feel like one. Sal Montgomery, my ex-boss, had told me where to sit the way she used to tell me a profit margin was tight. I’d sat, because that’s what you do when your boss tells you to do something.

The fact that I was also being told to watch my gorgeous wife get naked might have made it a little easier, okay, for that, I’d have agreed to anything.

So I sat, hands shifting between the arms of the chair and my thighs, my crotch when no one was looking. Not once did I think about getting up, although I did unbutton my shirt, run my hand over my stomach. Small mercies.

‘Get your husband.’

She said.

She might as well have said you’ve just won a million. How I didn’t shoot my load on the spot, I do not know.

Eloise was flat on her back across the end of the bed with her legs still open and her chest heaving. She lifted her head and looked over at me, and she was absolutely destroyed, in a good way. Hair everywhere, sweat damp, mouth kiss-swollen, cheeks flushed and she smiled at me like the woman who’d just bought that winning lottery ticket as a gift.

‘Tyler.’

I got out of that chair like a greyhound from a trap. Shirt flapping open, cock straining against my zip.

Sal stood up and turned around. Shrugged the jacket off her shoulders and let it drop behind her. When she looked into my eyes, I stopped because I still wasn’t sure of the rules.

‘Now? Can I…’

She said.

‘Yes, Tyler, always so polite. Forget polite.’

I got hold of her by the waist and literally dropped her on the bed. I’d never have predicted that when I agreed a woman could have sex with my wife, I’d be the one handing them over to each other. That the dynamic could turn around in a heartbeat. It made the whole room feel as if someone had plugged it into the power grid. Static damn near sparked between us.

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My First Woman and My Husband Watched - Chapter 5 - Eloise

He told me in the corridor. There I was, one hand on the door handle, key card already in.

‘I gave her our room number.’

‘What?’

‘I’d guess at ten minutes.’

He opened the door, and I just stood there, knees trembling, heart racing.

‘El?’

I stepped inside, brain disconnected, body in overdrive.

What the fuck had my husband done?

Or, more to the point, what the hell was I going to do about it?

I stood in the middle of the room in my black dress, shoes in hand.

‘Ty, what have you done?’

‘What you’ve wanted, but for some stupid reason daren’t ask me for.’

He sat down in the armchair by the window and started taking his cufflinks out, casual as anything. If I hadn’t been debating running to the bathroom and chucking up my fancy dinner, I’d have thought he was going to just pick up a book and read in bed.

I couldn’t speak. But somewhere, deep down, a giggle threatened to burst free.

Hot damn, my husband had given out our room number!

I dropped my shoes near our bags and padded to the bathroom. When I looked in the mirror, my chest and throat were flushed pink. Then I laughed and picked up my toothbrush.

The knock came precisely nine minutes later, as Ty pointed to his watch and grinned.

He nodded to the door. Oh fuck! He expected me to open it! Expected me to invite her in.

I sucked it up, blew it out, and after quickly shimmying at my reflection, I walked to the door.

She’d unbuttoned her jacket, confirmation if I needed it that she wore nothing underneath. I glanced down as she pushed a hand in her pocket to emphasise trousers tailored to perfection around a flat stomach and wide hips.

I watched her look round the room, at Ty sat back in the chair, at me, grateful to be holding a heavy fire door for something to do with my hands.

She walked in, passing within inches of me. For a second, I thought she’d lean in and kiss me. I think I even parted my lips, but she just walked on in as if she was entering one of her infamous meetings.

‘Your husband is a better man than most I’ve employed.’

‘Yes, he is.’

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Her Second Chance Taken - Chapter 23 - Julian

The Hockney had been moved.

Four inches higher, and away from the overhead light that had been bleaching the corner of the pool. Better. I stood in front of it with a glass of champagne and had to admit, it felt good.

The C’est Épicé launch had filled the Dominion lounge with diamonds, expensive perfume and, of course, good tailoring. I’ve been to enough of these to know the trick, though. Nobody looks at the art.

They stand and discuss it in the third person, and the art hangs there being scrutinised but not really seen at all.

Scarlett was across the room with the Swiss investors, wearing a backless gold silk number. Her hair was up. I wasn’t the only one damn near drolling. The line of her neck, her hand teasing her throat, was playing havoc with the usually serenely calm Swiss.

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My First Woman and My Husband Watched - Chapter 4 - Tyler

I watched them go, although not together.

Eloise went up the half flight to the mezzanine. Sal Montgomery, the boss who had done more for my career than I’ve probably ever admitted, took the long way round. She waved off a couple of young hangers-on, cut past the sponsor boards and disappeared from sight.

I looked back at the stairs.

Eloise had gone too.

I looked at my watch. Eleven minutes had passed when I looked again. In between, I sat and had a conversation about ground conditions in Rotherham with a man called Gavin. He talked for every single one of those long eleven minutes, and I couldn’t have repeated a word of it.

When this whole thing was mentioned, I’d expected jealousy. What guy wouldn’t be jealous if their wife wanted to get fingerfucked, again, by someone other than him?

What I got was my heart hammering, my collar suddenly too tight, and an erection I had to sit forward to hide. Thank god for floor-length tableclothes.

And underneath all of it, I was fucking proud. Four hundred people in that room, many of whom would have liked my wife’s attention, especially in that dress, and there she’d gone upstairs after another woman.

And I’d fucking let her!

Oh, boy, had I let her.

I didn’t feel threatened by the whole situation, didn’t feel pushed aside. If anything, I’d never felt more certain of where I stood with her.

I still did the maths though, because eleven minutes isn’t much time. Not if you’re trying to change your life. Mind you, Gavin made the most of it, rattling on about risks around piling rigs. Any other time I’d have been fascinated. But with her upstairs, with her, yeah, not so much.

‘Really?’

He carried on. I ate the lemon sorbet.

Twice I nearly got up. Not to stop them. That thought never entered my head. I wanted to see. What can I say? I’m a bloke. I’m still not embarrassed by the fact that I wanted to stand at the top of those stairs and see my wife with Sal Montgomery.

I wanted to know all the details about what had happened in that room three years ago, and I wanted to know what it meant now. So I finished the sorbet and nodded to Gavin.

Sal came back first.

My heart was still hammering, and I was still hard when Sal returned to her table. She said something to the woman beside her and laughed.

Her face gave nothing away, and if I hadn’t known, I wouldn’t have known. But for her

hair, just a flick out of place. Was that where my wife had…?

Then Eloise sauntered back into the room. She came back looking shaky. I knew it wasn’t the wine.

I stood before she reached the table, a napkin clutched at my crotch for modesty. She almost dropped into her seat. Then she looked up at me, her eyes flaring with that same look she gets with me. She took my face in both hands and kissed me in front of Gavin and everyone else.

And I tasted her. Not lipstick, not wine. I tasted Sal. The other woman. On my wife’s mouth.

I put my hand against the bare skin of her back and held her. Long enough for somebody nearby to wolf-whistle and someone else to make a joke about the honeymoon period and get a room.

I didn’t hear either of them, not really.

She pulled her chair closer and slipped her hand under the tablecloth onto my thigh. Her thumb moved slowly once, then again. Fucking hell, the word torture didn’t even half cover it.

‘Look at these two, what are you, newlyweds?’

The woman opposite said, frustration written larger than judgment on her face, as her husband slugged back yet another brandy down his fat throat.

Eloise smiled, sweetness personified.

Her hand moved a little higher, and I put my glass down.

The speeches started.

Awards. Applause. Too many people congratulated themselves on another successful year, then Montgomery and Partners won the most prestigious award.

Sal went up to the microphone and spoke about her team, not a word about herself. She got the biggest applause of the night. I sat there clapping my old boss while my wife’s fingernails tortured me beneath the tablecloth.

It was going to be a long night.

After the awards, the room broke up, the tables were cleared, and the band started. The bar opened, and half the men disappeared outside to smoke their annual cigars.

Eloise had gone to the ladies with two women from my office. Apparently, it had a great mirror for selfies. I stood at the edge of the dance floor with a pint, more for something to do with my hands than to drink, when Sal appeared beside me.

‘Tyler.’

‘Congratulations.’

‘Thank you.’

She looked across the room.

‘Dance with me.’

‘I don’t dance.’

‘Tonight you do.’

She put her glass down.

So I danced with my old boss. Badly. There were couples all around us doing much the same thing, and for the first few minutes neither of us said anything.

Then Sal spoke.

‘She told you.’

‘Three weeks ago.’

‘She kept it to herself for three years!’

I looked at her. There was no point pretending with Sal. She’d taught me better than that.

‘She’s got my permission.’

‘I guessed the way she walked up those stairs.’

I missed a step.

Sal’s thigh had slipped between mine as she turned me, pulling me closer. Her perfume hit me and I had to concentrate on not making a complete arse of myself.

‘Tyler, I stopped that night because you worked for me. She was newly married. I wasn’t going to be that woman.’

‘Thank you.’

What the fuck?

I’d just thanked my ex-boss for fingering my wife to the edge and not doing more. What the hell was wrong with me?

I spun her round, mostly because I needed to feel like I had some control over something. I realised that I honestly didn’t bear a grudge. I found the whole thing horny as hell.

There was a pause. The music slowed, and she stepped into my space, her lips brushing my ear as she whispered.

‘But I’ve thought about your wife ever since, and…’

She said it without embarrassment, her cheek almost against mine.

‘And?’

‘I’m bored of being sensible.’

I laughed despite myself.

‘We’re all grown-ups.’

I turned her at the corner of the dance floor because I had no idea what else to do. I daren’t look down. There wasn’t much that suit was hiding, and Sal knew it.

Where the hell was Eloise?

Where was my wife?

Then she was there. We both saw her at the same moment. El was laughing at something one of the women had said, her head tipped back, watching us. In that black dress…

‘So what happens now?’

Sal followed my gaze.

‘You tell me.’

I looked back at her, then across the room, eye to eye with my wife. Eloise was still laughing.

I heard myself say my room number.

Sal understood.

She gave me an exaggerated little bow, then one of her team appeared and dragged her back into the room.

I strutted back to my wife. She looked like she needed a lie down.

I know I did.

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Her Second Chance Taken - Chapter 22 - Scarlett

I’ve spent my entire life building strategies and structures that do not collapse. In business, you manage risk by anticipating every variable, eliminating the wild cards, and ensuring you hold the absolute position of strength before you ever sit down at the table. Even more so as a woman.

But as I sat in the private dining room of the Alessi Dominion, watching the door, I had to admit that the two most formidable variables I’d ever created were about to walk through it.

Booker and I raised our children to be independent, razor-sharp, and utterly unapologetic. We gave them the world, but we had also given them teeth. They’d self-sharpened after Booker’s death, and now, those teeth would be directed at the thirty-one-year-old academic currently sitting next to me, quietly adjusting his cuffs.

Julian looked gorgeous, dressed for the occasion. He’d chosen the suit from our Dominion dinner, but the nervous, wide-eyed young academic who had first stepped into this hotel was gone. The month of silence, the grief of Elena’s death, and the raw days we’d just spent hidden away in his Oxford cottage had left him, well us both, changed. There was a quieter gravity to him. A stillness in how he occupied his space that made my stomach tighten in a way that had fuck all to do with maternal anxiety.

‘You’re doing the thing again.’

Julian whispered from behind his glass of sparkling water.

‘What thing?’

‘Your corporate predator face. You look like you’re about to hostile-takeover the bread basket.’

He turned my way, a devastating smile building from the corner of his mouth. I wasn’t sure I’d ever be able to resist that, nor that I’d want to.

‘They’re just your children, Scarlett. They can’t fire you.’

‘You haven’t met Blake when she’s had a double shift and a flask of cold coffee.’

I muttered as the tension in my shoulders eased, mostly thanks to his hand warming the back of my neck.

I reached under the crisp white tablecloth, my hand finding his thigh. Through the soft fabric of his trousers, I felt the hard, dense muscle of his leg flex beneath my palm. He didn’t pull away, instead, his hand came down over mine, his fingers tangling with mine, pressing my hand more firmly towards his inner thigh. I think I might have even blushed. I don’t do blushing, or I didn’t… until him.

The door opened, and my beautiful variables arrived.

Sebastien came in first, still limping from the motorcycle accident but refusing the cane he’d been given. He was his father’s son, broad-shouldered, olive-skinned, with Booker’s warm, easy-going eyes. He spotted Julian, and a massive, knowing grin split his face.

‘Mum.’

Seb said, stepping up to double-cheek kiss me before turning his full attention on Julian.

‘Julian. The man who ruined the Valentino.’

‘Sebastien. I hear you have to sell the bike.’

Julian said, standing up to shake Seb’s hand. His grip firm, his smile easy.

Sebastien laughed, booming, genuine amusement that immediately made the elegant room feel more intimate and relaxed.

‘Oh, the bike’s gone. Mum threatened to tickle my broken toes if I ever got back on it.’

Then came Blake.

Unlike my surrogate parent Seb, my daughter did not do easy-going. She stood in the doorway, her surgeon’s eyes scanning the room, performing an instant psychological autopsy of the scene. Still wearing tailored medical scrubs beneath a long wool coat. My cashmere, I wondered where that had gone.

Her stethoscope still slung around her neck like a statement of authority. She looked at me, then her gaze drifted down to Julian. She didn’t smile.

Playing the hard taskmaster, she strutted over, kissed my cheek, and then turned to Julian, her chin up.

‘Julian.’

She said, cool and clinical.

‘Blake! Scarlett told me you’re the one who actually holds the family together.’

Julian said, unflinching under her very direct, damn near interrogating stare.

‘Did she now?’

Blake said, taking her seat opposite us.

‘She usually tries to run the room, so I suggest you get your word in early.’

The service at the Dominion is legendary, and within minutes, Luca had personally overseen the delivery of a bottle of 1985 Sassicaia.

The conversation began easily enough, largely driven by Sebastien’s gossip about his gallery and his questions about Julian’s research on Renaissance patronage. Julian spoke with that quiet passion I’d fallen in love with, translating complex historical power dynamics into stories that had Seb leaning forward, utterly fascinated.

But Blake sat back, wine glass untouched, watching Julian with the unblinking focus of a predator waiting for the wind to shift. The apple doesn’t fall far. I knew the strike was coming, recognised the tilt of her head, the way her fingers tapped against the stem of her glass.

‘So, Mr Blackwood…’

Oh shit.

Her voice was quiet, but it halted the conversation as cleanly as her scalpel.

‘I deal in diagnoses and predictable outcomes. You’re only thirty-one. A researcher with an apparent book deal. What do you see in my mother who is a billionaire, fifty-two, and sits on four international boards?’

The room fell silent. Seb openly winced, but he didn’t interrupt. He knew his sister.

‘Blake.’

I warned, my voice dropping into CEO mode.

‘Enough.’

‘No, it’s fine.’

Julian said.

He reached out, placed a hand flat on the table, his fingers perfectly still. He didn’t look to me, he looked directly at my daughter, matching her gaze.

‘It’s a fair question.’

‘Yes, it is.’

Blake said as she picked up her glass, took a sip, and placed it back down. All measured, giving her time to think, or to stretch out the agony for everyone else before she continued.

‘Because from where I’m standing, something doesn’t quite add up. My mother is a very wealthy and, though she’d rather die than admit it, vulnerable woman. She doesn’t do ‘casual play dates’ anymore. So what exactly is your plan here?’

A spike of anger rose in my throat, I was ready to tear into my own daughter to protect the man beside me. Plus she’d called me vulnerable. What the actual fuck?

Before I could speak, I felt Julian’s hand under the table, his fingers gripping my knee, a silent, firm instruction to let him handle this. I forced myself to take a deep breath.

Slowly and very deliberately, I slid my right foot out of my red patent Louboutin pump. I found the hem of Julian’s dark trousers. I slid my toes up, tracing the hard, sculpted line of his shin. I felt Julian’s thigh muscle go rock-hard under my touch. His fingers on my knee tightened, his thumb pressing into my skin with a sudden, fierce pressure.

His face remained entirely serene. His eyes never wavered from Blake’s.

‘I don’t have a plan, Blake. Neither of us does.’

Julian said, disarmingly honest as he nodded my way to speak for me.

‘If you’re asking if I’m comfortable with the wealth disparity, the answer is no. Your mother’s money fucking terrifies me.’

Sebastien let out a sudden, startled snort of laughter. Blake’s eyes widened, her clinical veneer cracking just a fraction at the raw honesty of the word.

‘Every time we go to a restaurant…’

Julian continued, his voice steady even as my bare heel slowly stroked the back of his calf, teasing the sensitive skin there.

‘I feel sick when the bill arrives. I grew up on a council estate with a mother who worked two jobs. I know exactly what this world is, and I know I don’t belong in it. But I’m not here for her bank balance. I’m here because your mother is the most intelligent, formidable, and breathtaking woman I have ever met. I’m here because she’s worth my being scared shitless.’

Under the table, my toes over his, hard leather under a bare arch. I felt him take one slow, deep breath, his knuckles turning white where they now gripped his wineglass, but his voice remained absolutely level.

‘I won’t apologise for loving her.’

Julian said, his eyes scoring into Blake’s.

‘And I will not run away and hide because the money stuff is complicated. I’ve spent my whole life choosing the safe, predictable option. I’m done with safe. I’m choosing her.’

The silence that followed was heavy with the scent of roasted lamb, expensive wine, and the dangerous static running between Julian and me under the white tablecloth.

Sebastien grinned, leaning back in his chair, looking at Julian with absolute respect.

‘God, you sound exactly like Dad when he was trying to prove a point. Stubborn as a mule.’

Blake looked at Julian for three long seconds. I counted each one. Then she slugged down the last of her drink and stood up.

‘At least you don’t use academic jargon to avoid a question. And you’re right. She is complicated.’

She looked at me, a soft, maternal smile emerging.

‘You did good, Mum.’

She whispered as she leant in to excuse herself, another surgery awaiting her attention.

‘I always do.’

I said, full of pride.

Under the table, I slid my toes back into the red Louboutin, but not before Julian’s fingers gave my knee one last, hard, possessive squeeze.

We’d survived the skeptics. We’d held our own.

And as the waiter arrived to clear our plates, I looked at the man beside me and knew that the ‘we’ we had built in that small Oxford cottage, and tempered in the Dominion, was strong enough to conquer any room in the world.

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The morning of the event, he held out his phone, showed me the hotel app.

‘Ty, what did you do?’

‘Our room booking. Means we can drink and not worry about missing the train.’

I read the confirmation twice. Booked three weeks ago.

I looked up at my husband, who had developed a sudden, deep interest in the toaster.

‘Ty.’

‘It’s just a room, El.’

‘You booked this on the night I told you about her, didn’t you?’

‘Maybe.’

He put toast on a plate, slid it across to me and kissed the top of my head on his way past.

‘The black dress is nice.’

He went off to take a shower. I sat at our kitchen table with the confirmation on the screen and my heart pounding so much that my hands shook. The toast ended up on the garden bird table.

The hotel room was better than I expected. We were really high over the city and I think he’d asked for a sneaky upgrade since the booking. The bathroom mirror had some fancy back lights all the way round it. Usually brutal. That night, I had nothing to complain about.

I’d had my hair done that afternoon, super curly, super shakeable like some shampoo ad.

Of course, the black dress. Ty was right about that.

Ankle-length with a high neck but no back at all, it holds everything where I want it, exposes just enough, well, okay, quite a lot. The bits covered in fabric left little to the imagination.

Ty came out of the bathroom doing his cufflinks and stopped dead when he saw me.

‘Wow, bloody hell.’

‘Okay?’

‘Oh, so much more than okay, El.’

He came over, stood behind me, and put his hands on my hips. I shivered and my nipples stood out like bullets. I nuzzled back against him, threw in a cheeky arse wiggle against his crotch.

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Eloise Fox has a tell. Well more than one, to be honest. She goes quiet and she gets busy. Then she starts touching me more than usual, which sounds like a great problem to have and mostly it is. But I’ve been married to Eloise for long enough to the difference between happy busy and not telling me what the heck she has on her mind.

Three weeks she held out. Ever since I sent her the awards thing. I kept thinking about what could have triggered it. Turned it over as I waited for the kettle to boil, in traffic, even in the shower. She’d been fine before I sent the awards email.

Friday night. Takeaway cartons open on the coffee table, half a bottle of red downed, telly playing some thriller neither of us was watching. El had stretched out on the sofa with her head in my lap, one arm lay loose over my thigh. My hand was down the back of her top, tracing from between her shoulder blades, down her spine and back up again. She made that lush near-purring sound she makes when she’s half-asleep and doesn’t want me to stop.

‘El.’

‘Mm.’

‘What’s up?’

She didn’t move or look up. That was answer enough. Another tell.

‘Nothing.’

I kept the same slow caress going with my fingertips. Down over each bump of her back, up again. She shifted a little, pressing her cheek harder against my thigh.

‘Is it the awards? Because we don’t have to go.’

‘I want to go.’

‘Right.’

I let the silence linger.

‘So, is it the guest list?’

She went completely still under my hand, but I felt sweat breaking on her skin.

‘Ty.’

‘Sorry, ignore me, it’s fine.’

‘It isn’t fine. You’re right, it’s really not fine.’

She sat up, straightened her top, wineglass abandoned on the floor, colour already warming her throat.

Cross-legged, she faced me, knees wide, t-shirt pushed clumsily between her legs.

‘I’ve been trying to work out how to tell you.’

Shit, that wasn’t good. We had an amazing marriage. We had no secrets.

‘El! You know you can tell me anything.’

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I drove myself. Just me and the M40 and a decade of my own rules left behind as I passed one junction at a time.

I left grief behind to become what many consider to be a cougar. After all how dare a woman date younger men without being seen as predatory. I made my own rules for my private and business life and that first one, I would never chase a man, for anything, and I stuck to it, I don’t chase.

I’ve never driven over an hour to stand on a man’s doorstep uninvited either. Oh, I’ve had men fly to meet me, but I’ve always had the good sense never to want a thing badly enough that I’d have to go and fetch it.

But here I was.

I’d hung up the phone on him at gone midnight and known I wouldn’t sleep. By four I was sat up in bed working on the laptop, by five I’d showered and dressed, by six, two coffees in, I got in the car.

He’d said come now. I took that as the invite I needed to justify not really breaking that first rule.

The rose over his door was more thorns than flowers. I sat in the car for a moment, contemplating how carefully we’d been tiptoeing around each other. I didn’t feel nervous. I was long past nerves by then.

He opened the door before I knocked. He didn’t say anything. Nor did I. He reached out, got a fistful of my coat, and pulled me over the threshold. The door kicked shut behind me before I’d caught my breath. Then his mouth was on mine, and there was nothing careful left.

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I had her name up on the screen before I’d got the front door shut behind me.

That’s the truth of the day I buried my wife, much as it pains me to say so. I still even had my suit on. The order of service, folded in my pocket, with Elena’s face on it and my thumb hovering over another woman’s name.

I didn’t press it. I put the phone down on the hall table and went to find the whisky.

The cottage was exactly as I’d left it that morning, of course. I hate funerals, for that. You witness flesh being returned to the earth, then come back and put the kettle on. It’s all so damned British. The whole place just sat there, with the gall to be completely unchanged, but then as I sat down and waited for the kettle to boil, I felt the comfort in that too.

I’d sat at the front of the church, Elena’s mother and two aunts, shoulder to shoulder down the pew like the judge and jury flown in from Bologna. More than once I’d looked past them for a glimpse of dark hair, more than once I was disappointed.

Scarlett wasn’t there.

I’d sat through the service, aching for her to be there. For her to be quietly seated at the back of the room. I ought to be ashamed of that. I wasn’t.

You’ve never chosen anything that frightens you, Jules.

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Three years ago she had me pinned against a window at my husband’s Christmas do. Then somebody laughed in the corridor.

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Ty forwarded the invitation with no message attached, so I knew he’d already thought about it.

His industry awards. Black tie. Drinks from seven, carriages at midnight. That made me smile. We’d be on that last train home at twenty past eleven if we made it that late. These things are usually just loads of handsy guys taking advantage of the occasion to grope up colleagues or guests and use alcohol as an excuse to get away with it. No thanks. We needed to show our faces, though, part of the whole work thing.

I opened the attachment in the corridor outside treatment room three, another coffee going cold in my hand. Checking my notes, I had a torn hamstring waiting for me behind the door. I quickly scrolled past the sponsors and the shortlist to the seating plan.

Table nine. S. Montgomery.

My hand shook as I checked my phone was on silent and dropped it into my pocket.

Four years we’ve been married. I love my husband so much it bores everyone who has to listen to me. Tyler Fox was an international athlete. A second-row, solid when I met him, a little softer around the edges now, physically if not mentally, he’d moved on to law, finally using his qualifications.

He still makes that ridiculous, adorable purring sound in his throat when I get undressed, and he still texts me from the sofa when I’m upstairs, or the bathroom whilst I’m cooking.

We have no secrets, but one.

I worked through the hamstring, a frozen shoulder, then a teenager with shin splints whose mother never stopped talking about his sporting potential. I guess shin splints was the least of his problems. His headphones protected him against the worst of it, I was tempted to put some on myself.

I have my hands on other people’s bodies all day, but back in the staff room, catching up on a protein bar and my next week’s diary, I thought about someone else’s hands on me.

Three years ago the Christmas do had been held in the office because the new managing partner was a tight sod. To be fair, it is a great location. The boardroom had a decent view over the river.

I wore a new green bodycon dress. I’d bought it to be looked at, and even though I say so myself, I thought I looked fucking hot. Fighting off Ty before we’d even got out the front door told me I wasn’t wrong.

I’d first encountered Sally Montgomery, Ty’s boss, the senior partner, in a room full of men who called her Sal to her face, and other things behind it. She wore a black suit with nothing under the jacket that I could see. Old enough to have stopped explaining herself, she had a spine of steel and a caustic wit. Her reputation was more than a bit intimidating. I’d seen her business profile pics online but they didn’t prepare me for her presence. This woman had it, whatever that elusive it is, she had it in spades.

When I was introduced, she already knew my name. Nothing unusual in that, I guess. A good employer knows their team. The way she held my hand a moment too long. Had I imagined her fingers stroking my inner wrist? I didn’t think so. My cheeks flared, and her half-smile told me it hadn’t been an accident.

That I didn’t pull away told her something in return. I slid my hand into the loop of my husband’s arm and hung on for dear life as we sauntered away, my knees trembling.

By ten, karaoke had started. I went looking for somewhere quiet to swallow down a headache tablet as Ty did his usual catch-up with the boys. I found an empty filing room at the end of the corridor. Well, I found an office first, but that was occupied by a couple who didn’t even hear me open the door, but then his ears were blocked with her thighs.

The room, lined with shelves, dusty and cold, was a welcome breath of fresh air from the heat of the testosterone-charged event space.

She came in behind me.

I’ve wondered since how I didn’t realise she’d been following me.

‘You escaped.’

Her voice quiet, not seductive so much as intimate, as if she’d turned her authority volume down now she was away from work colleagues.

‘I can’t sing.’

I said, my voice shaky.

‘Neither can any of them.’

She didn’t smile, but she shut the door, didn’t lock it. I could just walk out. I didn’t.

She stood next to me at the window, close enough that our arms touched. Neither of us moved away.

‘That dress is very green.’

I laughed, looking up at her. Same height barefoot, her heels put her a good two inches over me, and she knew it.

‘It’s just a dress.’

My hand on my throat, her hand touching my hip.

‘Eloise.’

My whole body sizzled like a struck match. My stomach tightened, my heart racing.

I turned to look at her. Her hand came up. She cupped my chin, fingers on my jaw, held me there, eyes on mine. She gave me time to step back.

I slid my foot between hers, put my hand flat on her chest, pushed her against the window, and kissed her.

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I must have lost my mind. This was my husband’s senior partner, for fuck’s sake. I could get him in serious trouble, and more. I could face a sexual harassment charge.

She laughed into my mouth.

Then I stopped worrying, and she stopped laughing.

She kissed back. No urgency, but absolutely no doubt about where it was going.

Her hand tightened on my hip, turning us so my back was against the cool glass instead. I just let her.

Dear God, did I let her.

She kissed the corner of my lips, my ear, my throat. Then she hitched up my very green dress. Her palm swept up the inside of my thigh, pushing my legs apart with the back of her wrist. I breathed in that hint of her behind coconut perfume.

‘Tell me to stop.’

She whispered against my ear.

‘No.’

My voice more confident than I felt.

‘Say it if you want it.’

‘I want… ‘

I never got to finish those words as she tugged my thong aside and thrust two fingers straight into me. No foreplay, no gentle teasing of my clit, no, this was full-on finger fucking and I could do nothing more than moan about it.

I moaned her name into her ear. I moaned and cursed her when she bent her knuckles. Then I moaned when she placed her other forearm across my tits and pinned me in place.

She had taken me to the edge before I’d caught my breath.

Thighs shaking, I had one heel off the floor, almost looping my leg around hers for balance.

Somebody laughed in the corridor.

She stopped. Not a hint of guilt, though.

She took her hand from me, held those two fingers between us, wet, and looked at them. Then she wiped those fingers, tasting of me, around her lips and over her tongue. Watching my face while she did it.

‘Sal…’

Fingers licked clean, she wiped them dry on my inner thigh, then stepped back and pulled the hem of my dress straight.

She stopped at the door and looked back at me.

‘Your husband is singing Wonderwall.’

She said.

‘And fix your lipstick.’

I still see the look on her face before she turned and left me alone.

She resigned a few weeks later to set up on her own. Gone from strength to strength, according to all the media articles I pawed my way through. Ty often came home full of it, proud of her, gutted for himself. Montgomery and Partners. His new ambition became a self-titled company. One day. Oh, we both knew he’d do it, with me supporting him all the way. That’s how we do things. Together.

I never saw her again.

I never told anyone.

Not that I ever felt comfortable about that, because Ty and I don’t do secrets, and this wasn’t a fantasy from some wet dream.

It was a thing that happened while I was married to him. It was finished almost before it started, but I honestly wasn’t sure how his protective streak would manage it. I decided to leave that particular can of worms firmly shut.

I’d almost forgotten about it, well not, but then I saw a client who wore that same perfume. A coconutty chocolate scent that took me straight back to that filing room, that cold glass at my back. I even shivered at the thought.

That night I got home before he did. Went straight upstairs, dropped my work bag on the landing, yanked off my work clothes and sprawled out on our super king-sized bed.

I didn’t need any build up. I’d not stopped thinking about it all the way home.

One hand on my tit, pinching my nipple, I wasn’t in the mood to be kind to myself.

Hand inside my lingerie, I knew I’d be soaked. My thighs had felt sticky since treatment room three and that fucking coconut.

The cold room, colder glass. Hot mouth, hotter hands. Confident, dominant, forearm across my chest.

Two fingers.

But this time, on my marital bed, alone, nobody laughed.

I came fast. Too fast.

I lay there afterwards, heart pounding, hand between my legs.

‘Bloody hell, El!’

Ty stood at the door, his hard-on clearly uncomfortable as he reached for his belt buckle.

I slid off the bed and went down on my knees. He stepped in, and I levered his cock free. I took him into my mouth, still half soft, soon rock hard against my tongue. His hand settled on the back of my head and stayed there. He braced his other arm on the doorframe.

I sucked my husband off in our bedroom doorway with my eyes shut. I was thinking about a woman in a black suit sucking my taste off her fingers.

Ty shot his load, cursing me, like he does.

I swallowed and sat back on my heels and looked up at him. Goddamn, I love that man and that half horny half adorable smile!

‘What have I done to deserve that?’

‘Nothing. Yet.’

I got up and kissed him, lips swollen, mouth sticky, tasting of him.

I didn’t tell him then, how could I?

We lay together in the bath and discussed his day. He mentioned the event.

‘You don’t have to go with me.’

‘Oh, don’t worry Ty, I’m coming.’

Six weeks.

She Went Down To Claim Her Reward

Her biceps ached, her forearms throbbed with pain, but she would not let this opportunity pass her by.

Her thighs almost gave out as she dropped to her knees. Her personal trainer had really hammered her today. But she did it. A pull up. Her. First one, solo.

Six months of training and a shift in eating habits, and she achieved her goal.

Now she was going to take her reward. He had almost tripped over in his enthusiasm to follow her to the changing rooms. He’d tried before, but she had always knocked him back. Not really her type, if she was honest. Too pretty, smooth. Too groomed. She almost snorted with laughter as she pulled down his shorts and saw how neatly shaved and trimmed his pubes were.

To stop the laugh escaping, she licked his end. He’d already got a semi. She took his balls in her hand. Squeezed gently as she licked and sucked him into her mouth. Slow strokes brought his cock to a solid rod, thinner than she’d expected but long. Damn. She didn’t want to deep throat him. She loved giving head, but the retching, semi-choking thing was not her style.

Her tongue lashed around him. Glad he tasted good. Salty, not musky.

It took all her concentration to stop her hand cramping. Her forearms screamed as she grasped him and pushed him hard between her tongue and her cheek. She moved her head, bobbed in and out, nose clashing with his perfect pubes.

She glanced up.

OMG, he was looking at himself in the mirror.

She swirled her tongue around his end, wanked him harder. He gasped and looked down at her.

Better.

She closed her eyes and sucked and licked and wanked until she felt him swell. No way was he coming in her throat. She pulled off and continued with her powerful strokes as his thighs tensed. He swore and shot his load on her bare tits.

He helped her to stand. Good job because her thighs were burning.

She walked in to the shower and switched it on. Turned her back as he stripped off. He stepped up to stand behind her.

She washed his cock for him. Then allowed him to watch as she soaped herself. Slow, deliberately seductive moves, hands stroking tits, pinching nipples, sliding between her legs.

His cock hard again, thrusting upwards, wanting more. She had to get ready to leave, couldn’t be late. She’d have to let him do all the work.

Alone.

She rinsed off, stepped out of the shower, and grabbed her towel.

He watched her walk away, then turned towards the wall with a shrug. His hand dropped to his crotch, ass cheeks tensing as he settled into his own familiar routine.

Maybe it was time she found a new personal trainer. One with less focus on trimmed pubes.

A man willing to fall to his knees for her.

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My First Woman and My Husband Came Too

A loving husband indulges his curvy wife’s old school crush on a beautiful social media star. And he comes along for the ride.

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My First Woman and My Husband Made Three

A loving husband indulges his wife’s six-year crush on the woman who taught them to dance. And he comes along for the ride.

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My First Woman and My Husband Made Three - Bonus Scene - Tiff

The second time we went to her, Carlotta had plans that didn’t involve a sofa or a tiny bed.

Her wetroom was warm and steamy, the slate floor heated beneath our feet. Carlotta stepped under the rainfall shower head first and tipped her face towards the water, letting it run over her throat, between her breasts. Droplets clung to her lashes when she opened one eye.

‘Tiffany.’

‘Yes.’

Her mouth lifted into a teasing invitation of a smile.

‘Come here.’

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