Awakening

By Bonnie Dee

When is three not a crowd? When a trio of friends indulges in a weekend of erotic play.

Melissa silently lusts after her co-worker Michael, but can barely speak to him. When her roommate, Rachel hooks up with this man of her dreams, Melissa is at first devastated then abruptly drawn into a threesome.

The experiment is meant to last one wild, sex-filled weekend, but as the three become entwined, it’s clear that at least two of them don’t want to let it go.

Can Melissa re-think her “one woman, one man” attitude and embrace a different kind of connection?
Previously included in Three anthology.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bonnie Dee
• Release date: May 5, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476453200

Bonnie Dee

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Awakening

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Awakening

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Bonnie Dee

Chapter One

Melissa gazed into the eyes of the man of her dreams. They were a deep cobalt blue, the vibrant color only achieved by contact lenses or certain movie actors. No one she’d ever met in real life had eyes so vivid, so piercing, so... Guh, the things he was doing with his finger, while his eyes stared into hers. She squirmed at the touch on her clit. Slowly moving circles grew faster, and her body jerked in time to the rhythm.

"Oh, please," she whispered almost soundlessly.

"You like that?" His clipped British accent coupled with his husky voice made the question sexy.

"Uh!" she nodded, biting her lip.

"Then you’ll love this." He knelt before her, grabbing her hips and placing his mouth where his hand had been. As he licked up her slit and flicked his tongue lightly over her clit, waves of sensation built deep inside her.

Oh, God, Michael! She wanted to shout it out, but kept the words inside her head. They were at work in a room anyone might enter. She had to keep silent.

But as the fizzy champagne bubbles of her orgasm built and built at the point of contact, she couldn’t suppress her panting breath and gasp of pleasure. One last stroke and the cork popped. Champagne fizzed through her entire nervous system, drenching her in tingling wetness.

Melissa moaned softly and opened her eyes. The stall door faced her. She pulled her finger out from under the elastic of her panties and smoothed her skirt over her hips. Breathing heavily, she flushed the toilet to give herself another moment of privacy, then opened the door and walked into the ladies’ washroom. She crossed to the sink and turned on the water, staring at her face in the mirror.

You pathetic bitch! she whispered at the girl with wide brown eyes, an upturned button nose and sharp pointed chin. Her hair was drawn back from her face in a simple ponytail, and the few straggling curls on her forehead stuck to a sheen of sweat.

Melissa tested the running water with her hand and found it warm. She wanted to plunge her whole head into water and cool herself down, but settled for dampening a piece of paper towel and blotting her forehead and cheeks.

Before washing her hand, she breathed in the scent of her finger coated with her own carnal juices. Sex. At this rate, the only kind she was going to have would be with herself.

Pushing through the door, she walked back to her cubicle at Stoltz, Bloomington and Huff to face the stacks of files and paperwork waiting to fill the rest of her afternoon. With a sigh, she gazed at the cluttered surface of her desk and the spiraling screen saver on her monitor, then sat down and tapped the mouse. She jumped when someone spoke behind her.

Hey, love? Could I ask you to pull the files on these? Before the end of the day if possible. Ray needs them on his desk before the weekend. He wants to go over them.

Melissa whirled away from her desk to face the speaker. Her heart shot up into her chest, knocking against her breastbone and blocking her breathing. God, the voice! Him! Would he know? Could he see on her face that she’d just come to images of him in her mind?

Michael rolled his unbelievable blue eyes as he handed her the document. Sorry. Not too PC of me. I didn’t mean to call you ‘love’ nor ‘dear,’ ‘sweetheart’ or ‘darling.’ Bad habit, that.

Uh. She took the sheet of names and stared at him, mesmerized by the eyes, the voice, the presence.

So, do you think you’ll be able to? Get to this, I mean?

Yeah. Sure. No problem.

Great! Later. Have a lovely weekend. He was gone as she blinked.

Bye, she said to empty air.

Melissa glanced at the list of files she needed to search for in the records room, then she gazed at the swirling corkscrew of light on her computer monitor for a moment. What should she have said to him? How would he ever notice her if she offered nothing more challenging than monosyllables? What would Rachel have done to attract his attention?

She smiled, thinking about her roommate. Rachel was the stereotypical redhead, outgoing, a little hot-tempered, bold and brassy as hell. She took no shit from anyone and raced through life with gusto. Her life was a revolving door of men, all kinds, whomever and whenever she wanted. No one ignored or rejected Rachel. She was a natural force ... and Melissa’s polar opposite.

Crossing one leg over the other, Melissa let her skirt ride way up. She wiggled her foot and gazed up at an invisible man from under seductively half-lidded eyes. Michael, I would love to ‘pull your files.’ She imbued the words with sexual innuendo. And honey, you can call me ‘love’ anytime.

If she really did that, he’d probably laugh. Good one, Melissa. You’re very amusing.

She sighed and sat up, reaching for the Henderson file and opening it. Time to get some serious work done, or she’d still be at her desk by midnight. Lawyers might go play golf, but a paralegal’s work was never done.

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By the time Melissa dragged herself through the front door of her apartment at about nine o’clock, she was exhausted, irritated and totally frustrated. Her research for the Henderson case had led to one dead end after another, and it had taken much longer than expected to get through the list of names Michael asked her to pull files for. She was almost the last one out of the office, except for Dale Bloomington, who she suspected never left the building for any reason.

She dumped her purse and briefcase and walked toward the kitchen to pour a much deserved glass of wine. As she passed through the living room, noises from Rachel’s room caught her attention.

Ah-ah-ah-ahhhhh! Do it! Oh, yeah, baby, Rachel moaned. Squeaking springs, a rhythmically thumping headboard and deep, masculine