I've chosen to tease from one of my completed stories, currently out on submission. This one is a friends to lovers, interracial MMF, titled Her Best Friend's Husband. It seems to have been out there for ever, and I hope I can share some good news soon.
The tease takes place pretty close to the beginning of the manuscript. Naomi has been cornered by her best friend's new husband on the day of their wedding...
"Ah, there you are." Dawson's deep, compelling voice snapped Naomi out of her day dreaming, and she took an involuntary step back when Josh's new husband advanced on her. How on earth had she ended up in this tiny service corridor? There was no way she could get past Dawson's bulk, not without plastering herself all over him, and that would be inappropriate to the extreme. As were the erotic thoughts her mind was meandering down in an instant. Damnit though. At six feet and a half, Dawson towered over her, by a good foot. To be fair he towered over most people, apart from Josh, and if his height wasn't intimidating enough, then the air of dominance that leashed out of his very pores most definitively was. It meant Naomi reverted to the equivalent of a tongue-tied school kid around him, and she swallowed past the sudden lump of apprehension in her throat. There was something dark and dangerous in the slow appraisal he gave her body in the gloomy corridor.
Her skin tingled and goose bumps broke out across her exposed flesh under his silent perusal. When his gaze lingered a fraction too long on her bosom, Naomi barely resisted the urge to bring her arms up over her chest to hide her body's far too obvious reaction to his presence. It would only draw further attention to the way her breasts heaved with her desperate need for oxygen. Her nipples were tight little beacons, practically begging for some attention, and she clenched her thighs together in a vain effort to stop the answering ache in her clit. There was nothing at all she could do about her knickers growing damp.
She was going to go straight to hell, there was no doubt about it because she couldn't help her building excitement when Dawson's lips curved into a half smile. By the time his amber gaze sought hers, trapped her with its heated intensity, Naomi couldn't have moved away if her life depended on it.
“You’re not hiding from me, are you, sweet Naomi?”
She screwed her eyes shut, and shook her head, as he closed the distance between them until he stood so close to her that his body heat seeped through her dress. The whiff of his expensive cologne melded with the scent of Dawson, and Naomi held her breath when she
felt him lean in closer. So close that his breath ghosted across her face.
“Good. Open your eyes, my sweet.”
Naomi shook her head, and a low chuckle was her reward. It brought with it more of Dawson’s virile scent, and a whimper escaped her when she felt the calloused pads of his fingers stroke across her collar bone before he buried one hand in her hair and tugged.
“I said look at me, girl.”
The submissive inside of her instantly responded to the molten steel in his low voice, and his eyes lit up with silent approval. “That’s better. Josh is looking for you.” He grinned when Naomi immediately blushed, and she held her breath when he traced the heat in her cheeks with his fingertips.
“Fascinating,” he murmured, and Naomi had to ask.
Instead of answering her, Dawson continued the gentle strokes along her skin, and her heartbeat went into overdrive when he followed the line of her jaw, and lingered on her pulse point. It would be so damn easy to relax into the strokes of the calloused pads across her hypersensitive skin. Strokes that left heated awareness of him in its wake. This was wrong on so many levels, yet it felt so damn good. When those clever fingers delved lower, along her collarbone, and lower still, until they traced the tops of her breasts, Naomi finally found the gumption to push him away. Not that it got her very far, because Dawson didn’t move an inch, and feeling the hard muscles of his chest under her hands did nothing whatsoever to calm her raging libido.
“Relax, sweet Naomi, and stop acting as though I’m going to eat you.” He pulled back to give her much needed breathing space. “Though the idea has merit…if it wasn’t my wedding night.”
His grin turned positively sinful at Naomi's gasp in answer. She gave him a shove to further reiterate her point and to hide her body's immediate reaction to this man.
He’s married to your best friend. Stop ogling him.
Surely if she repeated that mantra in her head it would have the desired effect?
She breathed a sigh of relief when Dawson took a step back. She still couldn't fit past him, but, at least, she wasn't pressed up against him anymore. Crossing her arms over her chest, to hide her trembling hands and the whole come-get-me-act her nipples were engaged in, she squared her shoulders and tried her best to glare at him.
“You have no right to say such things to me. You’ve—”
“Why not?” His casual question threw her further off balance, and Naomi was painfully aware that she must be doing goldfish impressions right now, but… seriously?
"Why not?" she echoed and blew out an exasperated huff when he winked at her.
"Yes, why ever should I not say what I think, especially when it's the truth?" He tapped her mouth shut by hooking his index finger under her chin, and Naomi swallowed hard when he gave her his full attention. That blasted blush stole back into her cheeks, and before she could think of one sensible come back, he stunned her further.
"I didn't think a blush would show with your dark skin tone…." Again, his fingers traced the curve of her cheek before he pulled that hand into a fist and dropped it next to his thigh. "I'm delighted to see that I was wrong, as it makes you far easier to read, my sweet."
"I... that is…" Naomi inwardly rolled her eyes at her complete inability to string a coherent sentence together and settled for glaring at him to try and get her point across. When that didn't work, she groaned.
“I don’t know what game you’re playing, but might I remind you that you are married. To my best friend, I hasten to add, and…"
She couldn’t bring herself to carry on, because Dawson quirked an eyebrow at her, disapproval written all over his face.
"Careful, there, girl. I don't like your tone, neither do I appreciate the implication. Josh sent me after you. He seems to have some misguided notion of needing to see you before I whisk him away on our honeymoon. He's worried about you. I don't like to see him worried, so I came to find you." He stepped back while he spoke, and in the next instant his strong hand clamped around her elbow and propelled her in front of him.
“So, let’s get this over with. Smile and dance with him, girl. Skulking around in corridors is not going to help, now is it?”
“I wasn’t skulking, I was just…”
The rest of whatever she was going to say stuck in her throat, when Dawson pushed her through the door at the end of the corridor, and she found herself emerging into the decadent ball room, and the throng of people. The vice like grip on her elbow turned into a soothing caress, as Dawson's voice bellowed out from behind her.
“Found her. You were right, of course. Our girl was working far too hard.”
Your best friend’s wedding is not the time to realize how much you love him.
Wedding organizer Naomi Young realizes several things that day. Not only is she head-over-heels in love with her best friend, she lusts after his husband.
Which is all kinds of wrong—isn’t it?
Maybe not. Especially when she discovers the attraction is not as one sided as she thought.
Dom Dawson Monroe has never had a problem going after what he wants. Both he and his new husband Josh Garrison enjoy a woman’s soft touch, so who better to satisfy that need than the one woman Josh is madly in love with?
Fortunately for them both, Dawson is a patient man, and with the honeymoon over, now is the perfect time to claim both Naomi and Josh as his submissives.
Josh cannot believe his luck, when his new husband suggests bringing Naomi into their relationship on a permanent basis.
Convention be damned. Happiness is to be found in the soft curves of Naomi’s body, as long as they can convince her that this is forever.
Only time will tell if the loving twosome can become an even more loving threesome.
Til next time, and do stay naughty, folks.