Genre: Adult, Erotic Romance
After the love of her life walks out the door, Abby Simmons is depressed, run down, and overwhelmed. Working long days as an attorney in a busy firm is sucking the life out of her and Abby feels she is at the end of her rope. Then, a co-worker recommends a new type of spa called Paradise. He promises their therapies will shake off her lethargy and help her to regain her sparkle. Skeptical, but very curious, Abby decides to visit the establishment. At first, what she hears sounds too good to be true, but soon Abby uncovers a whole new world of pleasure that quickly becomes her undoing.
Step behind the door to embark on a journey where surrendering to desire is only the beginning. Welcome to Paradise.
Behind the Door Part 1:
Before I could react, he had pried my legs apart and was working along my inner right thigh, moving slowly upward. By now, my reservations were gone and I surrendered to him. And when his fingers reached the junction between my legs, I gasped when his hands slipped under my butt and gripped my cheeks, squeezing them in his hands. He could see every intimate part of me, I was sure of it. Letting go of my butt, his hands came around to my folds. At that moment, when his finger slipped between my legs, I clapped my hand over my mouth, suppressing my scream.
His fingers moved along my folds, tracking my wetness up and down. I was so wet at this point that my insides heaved with desire as he stroked me. I wanted to cry out, ask him what he was doing, but I didn’t. I let him manipulate my folds, slowly, methodically bringing me to orgasm. My hips began rocking in time with his hands. God, those hands were making me feel things I never thought possible. I could feel my climax building, like a wave caught in the shallows it was gaining momentum, waiting to wash over me.
I was at his mercy now. I ached for release and was willing to do anything to achieve it. But when his finger inched back and forth over my vagina, teasing me with the promise of what was to come. I bit my lip, desperate for him to penetrate me. His fingers did not wait long to slip inside of me, and when I felt the pressure of him moving deeper, I arched my back and moaned. He was rubbing back and forth over that spot, the one so many men try to find but give up. Well, Mr. Hands knew exactly where my spot was, and as he slowly moved in and out of me, I knew I was going to come harder than I had ever come before.
Behind the Door Part 2:
Jogging to my car as pellets of rain stung my arms, I considered if I had finally reached the end of my adventures at Paradise. Moving on would be difficult for me, no matter how sexy Mr. Hands had become in my mind. Jumping into my car, I shook the rain from my skin and eagerly turned over the ignition. Yep, I was ready to get back to my life, and close the door on Paradise for good. Nothing good could come from it. I had a date with James to look forward to, a big case to prepare for, and a life to rebuild. I was done here.
Pulling out of the white-shelled parking lot, I glanced once more through my rearview mirror to the plain red-bricked building growing smaller in the distance. Some fantasies were better left unrealized. Or else you could end up wanting to discover what was behind all the doors in a place like Paradise. Driving along, I kept thinking about the purple door and what would have been waiting for me if I had found the courage to go through it. Flashing back to my bondage experience in the blue room, I felt that heat between my legs take hold. Slowing my car, I pulled over to the curb.
“Fuck!” I shouted, slamming my fist into the steering wheel.
Spinning the wheel, I hit the gas and turned the car around. Spotting the red-bricked building further down Tulane Avenue, I pressed on the gas.
Yeah, desire could be a real bitch.
Mary Ting/M. Clarke
International Bestselling Author Mary Ting/M. Clarke resides in Southern California with her husband and two children. She enjoys oil painting and making jewelry. Writing her first novel, Crossroads Saga, happened by chance. It was a way to grieve the death of her beloved grandmother, and inspired by a dream she once had as a young girl. When she started reading new adult novels, she fell in love with the genre. It was the reason she had to write one-Something Great. Why the pen name, M Clarke? She tours with Magic Johnson Foundation to promote literacy and her children's chapter book-No Bullies Allowed.
Alexandrea Weis
Alexandrea Weis is an advanced practice registered nurse who was born and raised in New Orleans. Having been brought up in the motion picture industry, she learned to tell stories from a different perspective and began writing at the age of eight. Infusing the rich tapestry of her hometown into her award-winning novels, she believes that creating vivid characters makes a story moving and memorable. A permitted/certified wildlife rehabber with the Louisiana Wildlife and Fisheries, Weis rescues orphaned and injured wildlife. She lives with her husband and pets in New Orleans.
