Menage in Paradise (Pleasure Island Book 8) by Anya Summers

Author:Anya Summers [Summers, Anya]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Blushing Books Publications
Published: 2017-12-10T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8

As Olivia stared in the mirror, prepping herself for the club, she realized a part of her wanted to avoid Ian at all costs.

It would be better if she just chose Eric. Yet even as she thought that her heart squeezed painfully. Why couldn’t she decide between them?

After today, and all her ping ponging emotions, her gaze was haunted even to her own eyes, and no amount of make-up or artifice would hide that fact. She would go because she had to make amends—not just for the way she’d reacted earlier but for Scotland, as well. After their interaction earlier today, she worried about irrevocable damage being done to their friendship.

And they had been friends before Scotland.

Their relationship had been strained ever since, much of it her fault. She couldn’t erase the past. All she could do was put one foot in front of the other and hope that she could choose between the men before they both ended up hating her.

Tonight, she decided on a babydoll negligée in salmon with a black scalloped lace trim. It was a simple design, elegant, and it had an enticing V cutout in the back that stopped just above her rear. The hemline grazed her upper thighs with more scalloped lace. There was a matching itty bitty thong that she wore underneath which was more decorative than practical, but it made her feel pretty—which was the point, after all.

Her one concession to the naughtier aspect of the lifestyle was the pair of thigh-high black patent leather boots with a five-inch heel. Again, not practical in the slightest, but they tended to scream ‘do me.’

At the knock on her door, Olivia knew her time for getting ready was up. With a deep breath, she opened her door—and that same breath lodged in her throat. Dark, sensual, and completely badass. That was how Ian looked tonight. His muscular chest bare. Black leather pants rode low on his lean hips, all the way down to his shitkicker boots.

But it was the simmering lust—for her, as he perused her body, showing approval at her club gear—that started the low burn in her midsection. How could she want him when she’d literally just had another man’s cock in her mouth an hour previously?

Regardless, she did.

“You look lovely, my dear. Shall we head down? I’ve reserved a station for us and it should be ready in a bit,” Ian said, holding out a hand toward her.

All she had to do was take it and cross the threshold. Shivers erupted in her frame. Why did it always seem like she was giving more of herself away?

“Olivia, are you going to leave me standing here all night?” His gaze was intent, studying her reaction.

She shook her head. “No. Sorry. It’s just been a long day,” she admitted. Because it had been. As much as she might enjoy a scene tonight, she was ready for this exhausting and thoroughly emotional day to be finished.

She placed her hand in his, wondering what he had cooked up for her this evening.

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