by Anise Storm
Thaddeus shifted her body slightly, and his hand crept up her thigh. Hannah shivered, and it had nothing to do with the cool breeze blowing off the Indian Ocean. “Tell us more about this dream, sweetheart,” he teased.
Hannah moaned as he slipped his hand between her thighs. Naked, she seemed to be at a disadvantage, or maybe it was an advantage, she soon thought when Finley tossed his swim trunks to the side and pulled her onto his lap. He impaled her onto his shaft and Thaddeus moved behind her. A few seconds later, both seated fully inside her, she realized that Nirvana was more than a club in Atlanta. It was the feeling of peace, love and happiness these two men brought her. Her moans, echoing over the hillside, soon turned to screams of ecstasy as they once again brought her to the edge then sent her soaring.
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Nirvana: Infatuation
Anise Storm
Excerpt
Chapter One
The plane ride wasn’t nearly long enough for Hannah’s liking, but it did allow her some much-needed time to think about what she’d just done. Packing up and leaving the best job she’d ever had had been a drastic move, but one she’d felt she’d needed to take. There was no way she could work beside Thaddeus again, especially if he started to talk like he had at the airport.
His confession of love was something that she’d dreamed about hearing, but she also knew Thaddeus Remington was ruthless and that he would say or do whatever he needed to in order to get what he wanted. Whether he was engaged or not, there could never be anything other than lust and sex between them, at least on his part.
On hers, however, there was nothing more than a fantasy she harbored. The two were from different worlds and had nothing in common except for—
Her thoughts were cut short when the line in front of her started to move. She shifted her carry-on bag from one arm to the other and, within a minute, she was finally off the aircraft and back on English soil. It felt strange to actually be in London again, because it was the one place that she’d doubted she’d ever return to until she’d seen Finley the other night.
“Please have the landing cards you filled out on the plane ready. If you didn’t fill one out then, there are kiosks available,” the attendant greeting the passengers from her flight told everyone as they entered the terminal.
There wasn’t much in her bag, so Hannah hoped that the process would go smoothly. In fact, she’d packed barely anything, having only checked two additional suitcases in Atlanta. Afterward, she could go and find her friend.
Finley Wetherall knew what time her flight arrived and had said he’d be there to personally escort her back to his place. Hannah briefly wondered whether staying with him was a good idea. She didn’t have many other alternatives, so, for the moment, his hospitality would have to do.
He told her that he had a large penthouse, which she didn’t doubt at all. Even two years ago, he’d been very successful and driven, much like someone else she knew. There might not have been too many differences in the men, but there was in her relationship with the two. Finley had always been a very good friend to her.
She reached the Border Control and Customs area and, not having anything to declare, she followed the signs and found herself in another semi-long line. This entire process was more cumbersome than the security process one encountered when arriving at the airport. If nothing else, it did give her more time to think about what she was going to tell her friend. Naturally, he’d have questions about why she’d called him up and practically begged for his help.
Beg might be a bit harsh. And it was. Hannah knew, though, that Finley had to have been curious about why she’d suddenly needed a place to stay, especially when she’d told him that she worked and lived in Atlanta, Georgia. To his credit, as soon as she’d told him that she needed help, he’d immediately asked what he could do. He’d always been there for her, since the night they’d first met.
“Next,” the Border Control agent said, and she stepped forward.
So much for this extra time. Handing him her landing card, she answered the numerous questions that he asked about her stay. The airport had changed a lot since the last time she’d been there. Back then, she had come to London with a head full of dreams. This time, she had nothing but the shattered pieces of her heart.
Once cleared, she picked her bag up again then exited the area, looking for the signs to the arrivals lobby. Hannah kept following the arrows then saw a restroom sign. She stopped and debated on whether to take a few minutes to freshen up. After all, she had cried on the flight over here and she could only imagine how horrible she must look.
Hannah knew Finley would be waiting on her and, even though she hated to make him wait even longer, she decided that being presentable was important. She entered the bathroom and saw that her earlier suspicions were correct. There were dark shadows under her eyes but surprisingly, her waterproof eyeliner had held up, since there were no noticeable smudges. Relieved about that small miracle, she touched up her makeup and hoped a good night’s sleep would eliminate the other issue.
Finally, she emerged from the restroom and made her way to the lobby. Hannah recognized Finley right away. He was standing there in his suit, looking every bit the corporate mogul she knew him to be. He was turned slightly away from her as he talked on his cellphone. It had been a familiar sight during her time at Remington Industries. She’d often seen Thaddeus, Martin and Isaac in a similar position.
Plastering on as bright a smile as she could muster, she took the last few steps to him. Hannah was prepared to apologize for inconveniencing him when he turned. His lips quirked into a smile and he hauled her into his arms.
“I’m glad you made it safely, Hannah,” he told her, as he loosened his hold on her. When she stepped back, he looked her over and added. “I hope you enjoyed your flight.”
“I did,” she replied and her fidgeting drew attention to her hands, because his gaze moved from her face to them, and he grabbed the carry-on bag from her. Hannah had no idea why she was suddenly so nervous. She’d spent a lot of time with Finley in the few years that they’d known each other. Although, two years had passed since then.
She wasn’t the same naïve girl that had left here and, while she had changed, it was a safe assumption that Finley had as well. She had also never stayed with him more than a night or two here and there. This wasn’t going to be a permanent arrangement, though. As soon as she found a job and saved enough money to get a place, Hannah planned to get a small flat.
“Well, let’s find the rest of your bags then we’ll head home.”
Finley mentioned home in such a casual tone, as if there was nothing strange about it. Barely nodding her head, she walked beside him until they reached the baggage area. The fluorescent tags on her suitcases made identifying them much easier. Soon, they reached the parking area and he loaded her bags into the trunk of his slate Jaguar F-type Coupe.
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About the Author
Anise Storm is a new author of erotica, including BDSM and ménage. Possessing a life-long love of writing since childhood, she started by dabbling in poetry and other short stories.
A Southern transplant, Anise is married with children. She has a love of football, shoes, and tall, dark heroes. When not spending time with family or traveling, she can be found either curled up with a good book or writing.
Email: [email protected]
Anise loves to hear from readers. You can find her contact information, website and author biography at http://www.totallybound.com.
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