Lindsey Palmer is ecstatic when husband Brent finally agrees to open their relationship to another man–his best friend, Rory Chandler. However, Brent has a secret he’s keeping from his wife, a secret that could complicate everything, maybe even devastate their marriage. Not to mention his real reason for the upcoming threesome…
Secrets abound in this relationship that’s an explosion waiting to happen. Meanwhile, Rory struggles with his tragic past and the uncertainty of adding another dimension to his friendship with the couple. He determines to move the pace of their new relationship according to his own terms (read: slow), but all things came to a head when desire and lust collide in front of the camera…
Lust on Camera is a sexy and hot bisexual ménage romance with explicit MM, MFM and MMF scenes among best friends. There’s also some voyeurism, public sex exhibition, and a guaranteed HEA ending! Though it’s the second in the series, it can be read as a standalone.
Enjoy an excerpt!
“Honey, how would you like to fulfill your deepest, most secret, most wicked fantasy?”
On hearing this, though languor was stealing into her bones, Lindsey jerked to a sitting position, her eyes alight with excitement. “Threesome?”
Brent laughed. “I guess that answers my question. To answer yours, yes.”
Though she wanted to know who, she asked “why” instead. “I mean, why now, at this time? I told you my fantasy about…five years ago, I think, soon after our marriage.”
Brent had opened up the topic, and Lindsey had shared her own version of a threesome. Brent’s had involved two women, while Lindsey’s two men. Though she had been open to the idea of another woman joining their marriage bed once in a while, Brent had never acted on it. And now, he wanted to fulfill hers?
“Because it’s time,” he answered simply, running his hand up and down her arm. “Because I wasn’t ready then but I am now.”
Her heart melted; there was a ring of truth in that statement. “Oh, Brent.” She bent and sealed her lips to his in a tender kiss that soon burned the air between them. Their kiss wild and passionate, their bodies strained against one another as they devoured each other, as though they hadn’t just had sex.
Sex had always been good for them and it was going to get even better.
Yet, she sensed something more, something Brent wasn’t telling her. Five years of marriage had honed her “spidey” sense where her husband was concerned. Or perhaps, it was just that she knew him better now.
“Are you sure?” she asked once they broke apart.
A quizzical expression entered his face. “Didn’t I bring the topic up tonight? I wouldn’t if I still have reservations.”
She let it go. Brent would tell her–or she’d discover it herself–when the time came. She snuggled against him in contentment. “Who?”
Because she was plastered against him, she noted the sudden tension that pervaded his body. Which was forgotten on the heels of his revelation.
“I thought…Rory.” Before she could get over her stunned surprise at the answer, he asked anxiously, “Do you mind that he’s my best friend, sweetie? He’s the only man that I’d trust with my life and you.”
“Brent, you’re forgetting something. Rory’s not interested in women!”