"4 Angels!...Ms. Espinoza has developed a plot that grabs the reader and pulls them into the lives of the characters. The sex is sizzling and explosive and the emotions are truly heartfelt. There is even an unsuspecting twist that adds a nice surprise element. All this packed into a short story makes ..another great read from Pepper Espinoza."--Kara T., Fallen Angel Reviews
"5 Hearts!...a fascinating look into the lives of a couple who love each other but can't have a usual sex life...I loved the characters and found them very true to life. I was surprised by several twists the Ms. Espinoza added. I am very eager to read more of Ms. Espinoza's work -- she writes beautifully!"--Linda L., The Romance Studio
"5 Kisses!...Blazingly hot threesomes that feel very natural, not awkward...in just a few pages [the author] somehow manages to convey her characters' feelings in a way that enthralls her readers and makes you come back time and again for another Pepper fix."--Lindy, Two Lips Reviews
"4 Stars!...They say good things come in small packages and even though [this story] is short, it packs a powerful emotional and sexual punch...skillfully blends emotions and explores the sizzling dynamics of a ménage a trios...I look forward to reading other tales by Pepper Espinoza."--Just Erotic Romance Reviews
"4.5 Nymphs!...Pepper Espinoza is a wonderful author, and the more of her stories I read, the more respect I have for her style of writing. There is so much passion and caring in her characters, and always a lesson to be learned in her stories...A story about sacrifice, love, commitment, and friendship. This short story is sure to have you hoping to see more of these fantastic characters."--Scandalous Minx, Literary Nymphs Reviews
...For the first time in years, Mari noticed Paul’s nice smile. He had deep dimples that she should have been immune to, but wasn’t. And his eyes were vibrant. She watched him cut his roast, his long fingers wrapped nimbly around the flatware. Her gaze was drawn to the corner of his mouth when a drop of gravy clung there, and she was still watching when his tongue darted out to lick it away.
She had never noticed any of that before. No, she had noticed, but it was always filtered out of her mind, the way her ears automatically filtered out the sound of traffic outside, or the hum of the air conditioner. But now it almost felt like she had permission to look, to analyze, to remember.
Mari knew Justin noticed her noticing Paul. He never missed anything, and he knew Mari well enough to know when she was distracted. He kept talking and laughing and eating, but occasionally she would glance over at him, and he would incline his head in a small nod, as if in encouragement.
So he’s attractive. So what? Does that actually change anything? You’re still married. And not to him.
The actual meal passed in a blur. Mari didn’t remember touching her food, but when Justin pushed back from the table with a satisfied sigh, she realized her plate was empty as well. She must have been eating on autopilot, her body feeding more immediate hunger while her mind focused on other appetites.
“Will you be staying for dessert?” she asked automatically.
Paul smiled slowly. “I guess that depends on you.”
Mari nodded, pretending she didn’t understand his true meaning. “I’ve got chocolate chip cookies.”
“Did you make them yourself?”
“Then I’d love some.”
“Great.” She pushed away from the table and stood. “I’m just going to clear these dishes. I can bring the cookies and coffee out on the patio, if you’d like.”
Justin nodded. “Please.”
Mari exhaled slowly as soon as she entered the privacy of the kitchen. Would every meal they share be this uncomfortable? Because Paul came over to eat regularly, and they were at his place just as often.
She was arranging cookies on a plate when the door opened and Justin slipped into the room. Without speaking, he took her elbow and spun her around, pulling her against his body. He tilted his head, finding her mouth to kiss her slowly, his tongue barely teasing her lips. Mari opened herself to the kiss automatically, her arms going around his neck. She loved the way Justin kissed. He always took his time with each caress, like he wanted to impress each one on her memory.
Mari was so caught up in the kiss, she didn’t hear the kitchen door open again. And she didn’t hear Paul’s shoes on the linoleum floor. And she didn’t know he was standing behind her until he ran his fingers down her ribs and pressed his chest against her back. She jerked out of the kiss like she had been scalded, but she didn’t have the chance to say a single word of protest before Justin was kissing her again.
It was an unfair tactic, and they both knew it. Justin was using his mouth to disarm her, to steal the oxygen from her brain until she would agree to anything. Each kiss was a little deeper, a little longer, a little more thorough, until her head was spinning, and she couldn’t tell the difference between the two men as they touched her. Her lungs burned. Her skin burned everywhere they touched her.
Clever fingers on her back, her ribs, her arms, the sides of her breasts. Nobody’s touch went too far. Neither man strayed to her nipples, her ass, her pussy, but that made it worse. She shifted her weight, grinding against Justin, but inadvertently pushing her ass against Paul’s hard cock.
Mari froze. Her mind still wanted to put a stop to this, but the second she felt the proof of Paul’s arousal, she immediately soaked her panties. Her pussy clenched and unclenched rapidly, and she could already feel him. His cock between her lips. His cock pounding into her. Every second of desire, every frustrated moment of lust, every hidden fantasy finally swept through her, and she remembered what Justin apparently couldn’t forget—just what was missing from her sex life...