Clandestine Lovers (Friendship Chronicles Book 3)

by Shelley Munro

  “I’ll never tire of celebrating with you.”

  Unable to resist, she ran her fingers along his jaw, his dark stubble abrading her skin. “Are you sure? What will you do for a job?”

  “Eric and Josie told me I should finish my graphic design course.”

  “Would you like that? Can you afford not to work?”

  “They offered to pay for my course.” He frowned. “They said they owed me for all the time I’d put into the farm. As far as I’m concerned, they don’t owe me anything.”

  He’d put his life on hold to help his in-laws on the farm and raise his daughter, but now wasn’t the time to fight the point. “You could get a part time job. Julia is always looking for security men who won’t hit on the customers. There’s no rush to decide.”

  “That might work.” He flashed a grin. “Only one woman I want.”

  Their lips touched and immediately the air crackled with sensual tension. She rose over him and his muscles jumped beneath her touch.

  His lust-filled gaze settled on her breasts. “I want to make love to my fiancée.” He reached up and sucked her distended nipple into his mouth.

  “That feels good.” Already renewed dampness made her ready for him and arousal coiled low in her belly.

  He switched his mouth to her other breast, sucking the nipple strongly into his mouth. Each wet pull yanked a corresponding nerve ending in her pussy. Her hand wriggled between them to curl around his cock, the skin smooth and hot beneath her palm. The musky scent of sex swirled around them as she pumped her hand up and down his shaft.

  Tyler released her nipple with a wet pop, licked a path over the curve of her breast. His fingers dipped down her body and delved into her swollen labia. The touch made her catch her breath, and the wet rasp of his tongue, the drag of his stubble spiked heady sensations in her. His thumb skimmed her clit, fire whipping through her with each drag of his digit.

  “You’re very good at that,” she said.

  “Practice makes perfect. Let me get a condom.” He reached over to grab one from the box, and immediately she missed the weight of his hands on her body.

  “Hurry,” she said.

  He laughed. “We have all night.”

  “We’re making up for lost time.”

  “Touch yourself. I want to watch while I put on this condom.”

  His eyes were dark, full of love and the little smile she’d come to cherish hovered around his sensual lips. “I love you so much, Suzy. From the moment I saw you on TV, I wanted you, and the more I came to know you, the harder I fell.”

  “I love you too, Tyler. So much.” When he lay back on the bed and grinned up at her, she straddled him and slowly impaled herself with a hot, wet slide. His cock filled her, pushing the velvet tension inside her to new heights. He met each of her downward strokes with an upward surge of his hips.

  Each rise and fall packed her beautifully, gave her exactly what she needed. Her vagina flexed and rippled around his shaft, and she increased her pace, sliding a hand down to rub her clit.

  Without warning, she came in long, languorous waves, gasping and throwing her head back to better enjoy the pleasure dragging her under.

  “You look pretty when you come.”

  Her breath went shallow while her heart brimmed over with pure joy.

  Tyler moved, taking her by surprise, and seconds later, she stared up at him. He powered into her with rapid strokes and sent renewed pulses through her pussy. He froze fully embedded, his eyes squeezed shut as his climax thundered through him. She held tight to his shoulders, aware of the happiness, the rightness of being with Tyler.

  She traced patterns over his chest and waited for his orgasmic buzz to pass.

  “Hey.” His smile was a sexy twist of lips, tinged with sweetness and satisfaction. “Katey is excited about living in Auckland. Once she heard about the zoo and the museum and making new friends, she wanted to pack straight away.”

  “Does she know about me? About us?”

  “That was the tipping point,” Tyler said. “She’s fallen in love with dancing and wants to be a ballerina. You’re going to show her how.”

  “A daughter,” Susan murmured. “I never dared to dream about a child as well as a husband.”

  “We could have more, once we’re settled.”

  Susan thought about it for a few seconds and nodded. “I’d like that. Maybe in a year or two.”

  “Anything you want, Suzy.” Tyler kissed her again and they didn’t stray from the bed for a long, long time.

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  Excerpt – Part-Time Lovers

  Lord, her feet hurt.

  Yvonne McDonald thumped the spent coffee grounds into her bin and started making a soy latte and two flat whites. While the coffee dribbled into cups, she filled a teapot with peppermint tea leaves and poured over boiling water while trying not to think about her cozy sheepskin slippers waiting for her at home.

  The Clare town festival to celebrate the New Zealand spring was great in theory. Aunt Gina was cackling gleefully about their bumper takings this week, but they needed someone stationed at the door to draft customers into their bookstore café in manageable groups rather than massive herds. A set of the mobile yards the local farmers used for their cattle would do the job.

  The bell over the door dinged a cheerful welcome. Yvonne didn’t bother to glance up since they’d hired two students to help. The two teenage girls could do the smiling thing. She bashed her bell to signal order up.

  “My feet hurt.” Kelsey loaded her tray with the coffee, tea and a plate of fresh scones, jam and clotted cream.

  “We need to hit Gina up for spa visits,” Yvonne said, almost moaning at the decadent thought. What she wouldn’t give for a man to greet her at home. Never mind the hot sex. She’d settle for a foot rub.

  A flood of whispers stormed the café. Stray words struck Yvonne like bullets. Farmer. Reality show. Susan. Nolan.

  “Yvonne.” The familiar masculine voice hurled her into the past…

  A dark bedroom.

  Naked bodies sliding together.

  Mind-zapping touches.

  Pleasure storming her body, culminating in sweet, sweet bliss.

  Stellar sex. Superior and awesome and stellar sex.

  Another word bullet hit, and her head jerked up at the repeat of her name.

  Nolan.

  Damn, the man.

  Her gaze settled, and irritation punched her in the chest, stealing her ability to breathe for a few seconds. She glared at Nolan Penrith, the bane of her life. Tall and lean from hard physical farm work, he was a male in his prime. His light brown hair—currently full of blond streaks from a fortnight of spring sunshine—needed a cut but he suited the unruly curls. His brown eyes sparkled with open admiration as he stared at her, and his sensual lips curved upward in a smile of greeting.

  This acknowledgement with the underpinning of lust was a new development, and the hair lifted at the back of her neck in a silent warning to take care.

  She directed her scowl away from his tempting smile and started to build the next order. A skim milk latte and a hot chocolate. Her disobedient mind refused to focus and like a rambunctious child, darted back to thoughts of sexy Nolan.

  The man owned a farm on the outskirts of Clare and recently he’d brought
fame and notoriety to the country town when he took part in the reality show Farmer Seeks a Wife. The minute he’d started dating women from the show, their…fling—the best description for their relationship—ended.

  Kaput. A full stop on her sex life.

  Yvonne frothed a jug of milk, the hiss and whir of the coffee machine overly loud and rubbing her nerves raw. The café section of the bookshop had become library quiet, but she didn’t intend to glance up to see why.

  She. Would. Not.

  She sucked in a deep breath, tried to ignore the zing of sensual awareness tugging her breasts, the tremor of her hand guiding the coffee machine, the clamp of invisible hands constricting her ribs. She brushed off her hormones’ celebratory rumba.

  “Yvonne.”

  Cursing under her breath, she gave up the fight. She tore her gaze from the steaming milk and glowered at the man. “Nolan, what can I get you today?”

  “I’m here to ask you to dinner,” he said in a husky, jump-in-bed-with-me-now voice. “Tonight.”

  Yvonne’s mouth dropped open. Shock kicked her square in the solar plexus while irritation charged like a mad bull seconds later. “You have got to be kidding me.”

  Her voice emerged in a high-pitch shriek, the register of her tone reminding of her of a squeaky cartoon character. The customers in the café were pin-drop quiet now, entertained by the impromptu Nolan and The Dumped Girlfriend show.

  Nolan straightened, his good humor visibly cooling. He shot a glance to his left, one to his right. “No. I’m asking you on a date. If tonight doesn’t work, we can try another night.”

  “You’ve treated me like a dirty secret,” she snapped. “And I don’t need your mother’s shrewish attention focused on me again.”

  The man had rocks in his head if he thought she’d come running after his behavior. And the way his witch mother had flown around town on her broomstick to spread rumors about Yvonne’s morals. Bah. Elizabeth Penrith might consider herself Clare royalty, but that didn’t give her the right to treat people like crap for not measuring up to her lofty standards.

  “Our dating has nothing to do with my mother. Look, we can’t discuss this here. The café is too busy. I’ll see you later at your place.”

  The bell tinkled as someone left the café.

  Yvonne didn’t blink. “I’m not a disposable commodity for you to discard then pick up when you have no better offers. I’m tired, my feet hurt and all I want to do is go to bed.” Her good-for-nothing husband had left her and walked away with another man. Nolan had searched for a wife elsewhere. The third time was not a charm.

  “You tell him, love,” an elderly woman called from her table over by the magazine stand.

  “Make him grovel,” another woman shouted out her advice.

  “Don’t throw him away,” a teenage girl called. “Give him a chance, or better yet, toss him my way.”

  “Make him work for you. He should apologize.” Elderly Mrs. Wright added her two cents in a deep voice.

  Yvonne felt heat rise up her neck to take residence in her cheeks and gave silent thanks to her Maori grandmother. Not many people would notice her discomfort.

  “Tonight,” Nolan repeated in a firm voice. He turned to face the café patrons and bowed from the waist, straightened and strode from the café. The doorbell tinkled for long moments then silence fell—a long one in which everyone studied Yvonne.

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  About Shelley

  USA Today bestselling author Shelley Munro lives in Auckland, the City of Sails, with her husband and a cheeky Jack Russell/mystery breed puppy.

  Typical New Zealanders, Shelley and her husband left home for their big OE soon after they married (translation of New Zealand speak – big overseas experience). A twelve-month long adventure lengthened to six years of roaming the world. Enduring memories include being almost sat on by a mountain gorilla in Rwanda, lazing on white sandy beaches in India, whale watching in Alaska, searching for leprechauns in Ireland, and dealing with ghosts in an English pub.

  While travel is still a big attraction, these days Shelley is most likely found in front of her computer following another love – that of writing stories of romance and adventure. Other interests include watching rugby (strictly for research purposes), cycling, baking bread and curling up with an enjoyable book.

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  Copyright © 2017 Shelley Munro

  ISBN: 978-0-9941483-8-4

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  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.

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