Mile High Menage
Monica Corwinn
Rone is hard edged, controlling, and
intense. His boyfriend Josh is sex appeal and puppy-dog eyes. When the two men
join Tanya for the best intercontinental flight she has ever had, she has to
ask, Eric who?
Excerpt:
“I’m going to my room. Do you want to
come?”
He stood, smoothed out his jacket, and
grabbed the bottle of vodka. “Lead on.”
Her heart skipped a beat, and her breathing
resumed. Standing with equal alacrity, she headed down the hallway. Once they
were both inside, he dwarfed the room making the space even smaller. Her head
didn’t even reach his chin.
She took the bottle from his grip, careful
not to brush against him as she slipped past, and stood near the bed. Guess I
found something to keep me occupied for the flight, after all. After taking a
swig from the bottle, she asked, “Can I take your jacket?”
Shrugging it off, he handed it to her,
offering a nice view of his white shirt and bulging biceps. He rolled up his
shirtsleeves revealing large forearms, devoid of hair. Her mouth watered at
that small hint of bare skin.
She laid the jacket over the arm of the
chair, and they approached each other, ending up close, their bodies not quite
touching. He smelled like scotch and aftershave, a sexy combination. She gazed
up into his crystal green eyes and waited for him to kiss her.
He stopped a breath from her mouth. “I know
what you want.” He had to hear her heart beating. Breathing grew low on the
list of priorities as his words caressed her lips. “I have one demand in order
for us to do this.” He trailed his fingers across her cheek to the clip that
held her hair in place and tugged it free, where it cascaded to the middle of
her back.
She swallowed, trying not to lean into his
touch or drool on him. “Okay. What?”
He ran his thumb across her cheek to her
lips and rubbed the bottom one, adding to the seductive spell he wove. “My
partner has to join us.”
