“I’ve missed you.” I felt my heart racing in my chest. “I’ve missed this.”
“I think it’s time we start working on our second child.” He pushed my gown up and wrapped his hands around my panties.
“I’m not a factory.” I bit down on my lip and smiled.
“We’ll see about that.” He pushed my panties down my hips and pulled my gown up to expose my breasts.
We quickly got undressed and he crushed my lips beneath his as our passion erupted. I felt his cock getting hard and it pressed against my pussy. Before he could push it inside me, I heard a sound from Diana’s room. A second later, the screams started—just as loud as they were only minutes before. Brendan looked at me, shook his head, and sighed deeply. He grabbed his pants and started to quickly dress. I put my hands over my face and exhaled with a sigh that made the bed tremble for a moment.
“Don’t worry, it’s my turn.” He finished dressing and started walking towards the door. “Don’t fall asleep on me though—I’m not going to Chicago with blue balls.”
“Tell that to the cock-blocker.” I chuckled and leaned up on my elbows. “Don’t worry, I’ll still be awake when you get back.”
I stretched out on the bed and waited for silence. When it finally came I smiled and waited for my husband to return. It was nearly ten minutes before I heard her door slowly close and he returned to the bedroom. The hunger in his eyes was there again. We quickly became tangled in our embrace and just when the moment was about to heat up, the crying started again. We started at each other as a comical groan lifted from both of our lips. I grabbed my gown, slid it over my head, and stood to my feet.
“My turn.” I shrugged. “Sorry that things aren’t exactly perfect now that we have a new addition to the family.”
“Are you kidding me?” He narrowed his eyes. “This is beyond perfect—just hurry up.”
“I’ll be back before you know it.” I winked at him and walked to the door.
The End
Club Infinite Fantasy Sneak Peek
Reverse Harem Romance (Haremworld Book 6)
Chapter 1: Savannah
That bitch Nancy had everything and she didn’t even have to work for it. She coasted through high school, dated all the popular guys, and then she did the exact same thing in college. If she wanted someone, all she had to do was bat her pretty eyelashes and they belonged to her.
Here comes the bride, all dressed in white. Yeah, right. White. That’s a bit of a stretch.
After riding the carousel of eligible bachelors, and a few guys that weren’t quite available, she had finally decided to settle down. Of course, she had to choose the only man I ever loved. Dominic wasn’t just my best friend, he was my everything.
Why can’t you see past her pretty face? Why do you have to be so shallow, Dominic?
When Nancy put her claws in Dominic, I figured it would be another quick trip to bliss, followed by a broken heart—for him. I was wrong. The whirlwind romance kept spinning, and it seemed like it wasn’t going to end until the wedding bells tolled. Dominic was officially a part of my past and I had no idea where that left me. I never told him how I felt. I was too shy to profess my love because I was afraid of the rejection it would bring. I also didn’t want our friendship to end. My eyes glazed over as Nancy walked past me, on her way to everything I ever wanted.
Six months later
“Do you want me to call you a cab or something?” The bartender handed me my credit card back and stared at me as I staggered off the barstool.
“No, I’ll be fine.” I nodded and tried to force a smile.
“I’ll make sure she gets home.” A familiar voice—it couldn’t be him.
“Dominic? What are you doing here?” I practically tumbled into his arms when my heel missed the step that carried me from the ledge along the elevated bar to the floor below.
“Apparently, I’m giving you a ride home.” He offered his hand and helped me balance on my heels.
“I think I can make it.” I used his hand for support and took a couple of steps.
“Yeah? Let’s see you do that by yourself.” He released my hand and I stumbled immediately.
“Okay, maybe I am too drunk to even find my way to a cab.” My words were slurred, but they sounded like poetry in my head.
“I’ve never seen you this drunk.” He grabbed my hand and helped me walk. “What are you celebrating? Did you get a promotion at work or something?”
No, I still haven’t stopped drowning my sorrows.
“Yeah, something like that.” I faked a smile and continued walking with him.
I was the one that usually helped Dominic to the car after he had a few too many beers. Being on the other side of that was strange for me. The night had started off well, especially when a cute guy asked me to dance, but when he decided to go home with the hot redhead at the end of the bar, I decided wine was going to be my evening companion. It wasn’t like I would have been went home with him, anyway. I would have went on a date with him, but I wasn’t quite desperate enough for one night stands. I was still a virgin, the eternal cliche of a woman saving herself for one guy—a guy she had to watch get married. Dominic helped me to his car, got me into the passenger seat, and walked around to the other side.
How many times have I dreamed of this?
“How’s Nancy?” I turned my head towards him as soon as he slid into the driver’s seat.
“I wouldn’t know.” He sighed deeply and held up his left hand, which was missing the wedding band I watched her put there. “The ink is still drying, but we’re divorced.”
“Shit…” I exhaled sharply. “I’m sorry, Dominic.”
“Don’t be sorry.” He shook his head back and forth. “She cheated on me.”
“Well, then fuck that bitch!” My words came out harsh, guided by alcohol, before I even realized what I was saying.
She had Dominic and she cheated on him?
“Yeah.” A smile slowly crept across his face. “Fuck that bitch. It feels good to say that out loud.”
I’d love to say that the night ended in glorious passion as I healed his wounds with my innocence, but that was never how it ended for us. He parked his car, helped me get to my apartment, and once I was safe in bed, he was gone. The one moment when Dominic was single, available, and vulnerable was lost. I was too drunk to do anything more than cling to him in order to keep the world from spinning into oblivion. Even though the blackness of sleep was calling my name as I lay there with my head against the pillow, I couldn’t help but wonder what might have been if I hadn’t spent the last six months drowning my sorrows.
How many nights did he need someone to talk to when I wasn’t there for him?
I stayed away out of respect for Nancy. She was his wife, and I was the female best friend. That was like fire and ice, unless they came together, and then it was kerosene against an open flame. I felt her jealous eyes on me the first time she walked into her apartment and saw us having a drink together. It was uncomfortable to say the least. Dominic would have never touched me when he was with her, but she didn’t know that. I understood it after I found out she cheated on him. She probably thought he was doing the same thing to her. Maybe he should have been. Maybe I should have been a homewrecker instead of an innocent virgin. Perhaps that would have taken me down the path to Dominic’s arms instead of loneliness.
“You’re late.” My boss, Mr. Stone, stared at me as I shuffled into the conference room and took a seat.
“Sorry, I had a late night.” I tried to avoid the stares that were cast in my direction—they were all disapproving.
“That’s the—what is it, Wednesday? That’s the third one this week.” Mr. Stone shook his head and turned back towards the presenter. “Anyway, you were saying?”
“Sorry…” I mumbled under my breath and tried to figure out what I had missed before I arrived.
I sent Dominic a message thanking him for the previous night, and a few minutes later I g
ot a response asking if I wanted to meet for coffee. I accepted immediately. We hadn’t been able to meet for a coffee-lunch since he got married.
My heart sank into my stomach when I walked in and sat down because the golden band missing from his finger the night before was back. She had come to him in tears that morning, told him she was sorry, and they decided to work through their problem. I lost a lot of respect for Dominic when I heard those words. Nancy was going to have her cake, her pie, and Dominic. He really was wrapped around her little finger. By the time the coffee-lunch was done, the only place I wanted to be was back at the office. I would have been happier if he was alone, but he was right back in Nancy’s adulterous clutch.
“Mr. Stone wants to see you.” One of the secretaries walked by my cubicle and tapped her finger on my desk. “Now.”
“Okay, let me just save what I’m working on.” I pushed my mouse across my screen.
“He said now.” She repeated her words and her stare said everything.
I walked into Mr. Stone’s office with my stomach in knots. I needed my job. I knew I had been screwing up and coming in late, but I wasn’t the only one. The office frowned on it, but I had never heard of anyone getting fired over a few tardies. He had a scowl on his face, like he normally did when he was about to crack the whip on someone. I took a seat across from him and looked at him with a nervous glance. He didn’t say anything at first. His intense dark-colored eyes locked on me and I felt like a child that had just been caught with my hand in the cookie jar, but there were no cookies to at least make the punishment worth it.
“Do you know how far you’ve stretched my patience the last six months?” He tapped his fingers on the desk.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Stone. I know I haven’t been myself lately.” I swallowed a lump that tried to form in my throat.
“So what is it?” He narrowed his eyes at me. “A broken heart?”
“Something like that.” I exhaled sharply. “Maybe a little more complicated, though.”
“You know that I see a lot of potential in you, right? I don’t hire people because they have a pretty face or a padded resume. I hire them because I see intensity.” He leaned forward in his chair. “I don’t see that in you anymore.”
“I’m trying to find it, I promise.” I stared at his desk, feeling like I was in the Principal’s office being scolded for misbehaving.
“There’s a part of me that says I should fire you, but the intensity I used to see was strong enough that I want to give you another chance.” He exhaled sharply. “I’m going to send you home for a week—we’ll call it administrative leave.”
Oh no, that’s just a prelude to termination.
“Mr. Stone, I promise I’ll do better. Please don’t do that!” I looked up at him with a horrified expression on my face.
“You need it. Maybe you don’t see it, but I do.” He opened his desk drawer and pulled out a card. “I’m taking a chance even giving you this, and Human Resources would be up my ass if they knew it, so this has to be between us.”
“What is it?” I watched as he tossed the card towards the edge of his desk.
“It’s called Club Infinite Fantasy. It’s exclusive, but I’ll make sure you’re on the guest list. It’s a place where you can mend broken hearts.” He leaned forward and tapped the card. “If you tell anyone I gave this to you, I’ll deny it.”
“I don’t know…” I picked up the card and stared at it. “This doesn’t sound like somewhere I would go.”
“Well, you’ve got a week of administrative leave. Why don’t you try something new? You definitely need to, because what you’re doing right now isn’t working at all. If you don’t come back in a week as a different person, then I’ll have no choice but to fire you.” He leaned back in his chair. “It’s your choice, but I guarantee you won’t be thinking about whoever broke your heart once you get a taste of Club Infinite Fantasy.”
I had never heard of Club Infinite Fantasy. It definitely didn’t sound like a place for a virgin. I spent the first day of my administrative leave like I spent most of my working days, nursing a hangover while I tried to remember the night before. When I finally got over it and was ready for the evening, I checked social media and saw a post from Dominic. It was a testimony to his wife, a glowing thank you to the man upstairs for uniting him with such a beautiful woman. It made me want to throw up. I looked at the card laying on the table next to me, and instead of walking past it like I had the night before, I grabbed it.
Club Infinite Fantasy, huh? Maybe that is exactly what I need right now.
I gave the address to the Uber driver and then I was on my way. We left the good part of New York where the rich people lived, passed by the middle-class neighborhoods, and then we were in a part of the city I would have never ventured into on my own. I was nervous to even step out of the car. I looked at the card one last time, confirmed we were in the right place, and stepped out onto the sidewalk. There was no sign for Club Infinite Fantasy. It was just a building with wooden doors and two angry looking bouncers standing beside them. When I approached, they pulled the doors open and I stepped inside.
Okay, I guess I’m here.
“Can I help you?” A man in a tuxedo walked up as I walked into what appeared to be a lobby area.
“Uh, yeah.” I held up the card. “Quintin Stone sent me here?”
“Ah!” He nodded quickly. “Our special guest for the evening—come with me.”
I was led to another set of wooden doors. I could hear music coming from the other side. He pulled the doors open and motioned for me to enter. The first thing that hit my senses was the smell of smoke. I walked into a crowded room full of men dressed in suits, naked women dancing in cages, and cocktail waitresses with little left to the imagination serving drinks. There were strobe lights flashing, and once the doors were open the music was almost deafening. The room looked to be filled with debauchery of all kinds and it was clear that the people in the main part of the club weren’t there for a happily ever after. The closest they might come to that would be a happy ending. It was like a carousel of flesh rather than a night club.
“Come with me.” The man in the tuxedo walked up beside me. “We have a VIP suite reserved for you.”
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Reverse Harem Romance (Haremworld Book 5)
Chapter 1: Lyric
“You’re really going to do this?” My sister, Muse, peered at me from the bed as I typed my information in the website I had loaded on my screen.
“I’ve wanted to go to the World Ball since I was a little girl.” I rapidly moved my fingers across the keyboard. “I’m finally twenty-one, or at least I will be when the event is held.”
“I honestly thought you would grow out of it. Lyric, that place sounded romantic when we were kids, but it isn’t all glitz and glamour.” She moved to the edge of the bed so she could speak in a hushed voice. “You know people are basically just hooking up at this thing, right?”
“What’s wrong with that?” I looked over my shoulder and grinned.
“Well, for starters—you’re still a virgin.” She continued speaking in a hushed tone. “I don’t think many virgins go to the World Ball.”
“Mom and Dad met at the World Ball. Look how happy they are.” I put my hand over my heart. “I want that kind of love.”
“Maybe you should see what love is about before you settle down with the first guy that you let in your panties.” She sighed and shook her head. “I still haven’t found the right guy and I’m almost thirty.”
“I’ve waited my whole life for this. I’m not missing my opportunity.” I finished typing my details into the website, loaded a head shot, and hit the submit button.
My parents had the kind of love and romance I had always dreamed of finding. The World Ball brought them together, and I hoped lightning could strike twice for our family. Muse was more of a free spiri
t. She was sexually active by the time she got to high school and her pregnancy scare at sixteen made my parents pay a lot closer attention to who I spent my time with. I was one step above sheltered and I wasn’t allowed to go on any dates that weren’t chaperoned. They even gave me a curfew when I started college, although they loosened the reins a little bit once I turned eighteen.
“What are you going to tell our parents? You can’t very well tell them you’re heading off to New York for the World Ball. They’ll put the brakes on that plan real quick.” She chuckled and leaned back on the bed. “Do you really have it in you to lie to them?”
“No, I’m not going to lie. I’m going to tell the truth. If they try to stop me from going to the World Ball, then they are hypocrites.” I closed my laptop and turned to face her. “They’re not going to say no.”
“I think you’re wrong.” Muse chuckled. “Dad didn’t even let you go to any of the graduation parties.”
“They don’t want me living with them until I’m thirty.” I stood to my feet and hopped on the bed next to my sister. “I mean, they already have one disastrously unmarried daughter. Surely they want grandkids at some point.”
“You bitch!” Muse sat up and pushed my shoulder. “They weren’t very excited about the prospect of grandkids when I was sixteen!”
“Yeah, cause you were sixteen!” I laughed and pushed her with a little more force.
“It’s too bad too, because I would have made very beautiful babies with Adam.” She pulled away before I could push her a second time.
“Well, now you’ll just have to settle on being the world’s greatest aunt.” I leaned over on my elbows. “Because I’m going to make beautiful babies with whatever hot guy I meet at the World Ball.”
We continued teasing each other for several minutes before I had to leave for work. My part-time job didn’t bring in a lot of money, but I had managed to pad my savings account a little bit since I was still living at home. College was over for the summer and I had cleared my schedule so I could attend the World Ball. I was being a little presumptuous since I wasn’t sure I would even get accepted, but I felt like it was destiny. There had to be a reason I hadn’t found love yet. I fantasized about meeting someone amazing that proved love at first sight wasn’t just isolated to my parents. They were so incredibly happy and I just wanted that kind of love.
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