Alex & Kate

By Aphrodite's Lover

WARNING* Adult content

Over 18s ONLY

From hot erotica writer, APHRODITE'S LOVER comes the box set you have all been waiting for!

FOUR (previously published as novellas) stories of love, lust and lesbian romance ~ with a bit of strap-on action and all-girl threesomes thrown in for good measure!

Alexandra and Kate meet by chance, with a smile across an uncrowded coffee bar in London one cold winter's evening. Alex soon has plans to warm them both up!

A tale of new experiences, passion and love (contains sexually explicit scenes and references).

If you like your erotica with a story behind it, then this is definitely for you.

'Fifty Shades of Grey' with class" - New Shoe addict

'One of those rare things, a work of erotic fiction that's actually also well written short stories. The two main protagonists are quite believable.You find yourself hoping things will turn out alright for them. The sex scenes are graphic enough for readers who just want titillation yet tasteful enough to be considered truly erotic. A series to keep one's eye on.' ~ Shillam

'The Gift', 'Research & Development', 'Secrets & Lies' and 'Lovin' & Leaving' in one scintillatingly steamy box set.

Girl-on-girl has never been hotter than this!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Saffina Desforges
• Release date: Mar 14, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301313730

Aphrodite's Lover

Erotica writer

Book preview

Chapter 1

I saw her before she saw me.

Dark and mysteriously beautiful, a lock of hair falling across her face as she bent her head to read the tattered paperback in front of her, an impossibly tiny espresso cup, untouched on the table.

She must have felt my eyes on her. She looked up.

I allowed a tiny smile to tug at the corner of my mouth.

With a quick flick of impeccably shaped eyebrows the colour of oil-black shoe polish, she parted ruby red lips in a smile that lit up the dreary, tired café bar, transporting me from the grey East End of London to gay Paris quicker than the Eurostar.

I held her gaze for that second longer than was necessary, amused when she dropped hers, then quickly looked back up.

She smiled again, blushing as she realized her mistake.

I arched a victorious eyebrow, letting my eyes fall back to my laptop. Waiting.

The scrape of a chair, loud against the clinking of cups and the steam-train hiss of the coffee machine, light footsteps and the lengthening of a shadow on the floor as she approached my table. I didn’t look up.

Kate, she said, her voice barely a whisper. My name’s Kate.

She let out a gasp of surprise when I took the hand she held out by way of an introduction, kissing her fingers.

I dragged my eyes up, fixing them firmly on hers. A pleasure, Kate. It suits you. Your name I mean. I gestured to the seat opposite, signaling to Luigi to take the order. Join me. I could do with a break.

Kate hesitated a second, then dropped into the chair, still evidently uncertain of why she was even there.

I smiled, closing my laptop, pushing it away from me, leaning back in my seat. Alex, by the way.

Short for Alexandra?

Short for Alex, I teased.

She tipped her head toward my computer. Business?

Pleasure. I’m a writer.

Oh. You mean, like books?

Nothing you’ll have heard of, I assure you. I come here for inspiration, watching the customers come and go, guessing their untold secrets.

Like me, you mean?

Nothing like you.

Kate was pondering her next question when the smiling café owner appeared at our table like a sprite.

What can I get you lovely ladies this evening?

I’ll have an Americano, double shot, Luigi.

Kate looked up, eyes like pools of chocolate. Can I get something stronger? She spoke to the waiter, but the chocolate eyes sought my approval.

I can bring the wine menu if you’d prefer? Luigi suggested.

Kate looked at me, her head endearingly to one side.

I threw my hands up. Sure, why not? It is Christmas Eve after all.

I studied her as the waiter ducked behind the tiny bar. So, I know why I’m sat in the middle of London all alone the night before Christmas, but what’s your story, Curious Kate?

She giggled at my nickname for her. It reminded me of glitter being thrown into the air, and my stomach flipped, not for the first time that hour.

It’s nothing wildly exciting I’m afraid. Kate flashed a smile at the waiter as she took the menu, then locked her gaze firmly back onto mine. I was due to spend Christmas with a friend but she had to fly out to the States at the last minute. I guess it’s just too late to make other arrangements.

No family to annoy?

Kate shook her head, oil-black hair shimmering slightly then falling neatly back into place around her face. I don’t see them much.

I’m sorry.

Don’t be. I’m not, she said, closing the menu. "How about some Champagne? Seeing as we’re stuck here with nowhere to go?’

I hesitated a split-second, then, Perfect.

Certainly, ladies, the waiter bowed theatrically, backing away. Clearly they only stocked one brand of Champagne.

‘So, what do you write?" Kate asked, wriggling out the chunky cardigan she wore, revealing an unsurprisingly perfect figure.

Anything. Everything. Nothing, at the moment. I’d been sat here staring at my screen for the past two hours, uninspired - until you came in, I finished slowly. I watched as she blushed again.

I’ve never thought of myself as anyone’s muse before, Kate said, obviously embarrassed and pleased in equal measure.

Well, there you go then. Maybe I’ll dedicate a story to you. Or write one about you.

We sat in silence, weighing each other up, scrutinizing every little detail as Luigi poured the Champagne. He even dragged a flaking, slightly drunken-looking ice bucket over. I watched the Christmas lights draped around the edge of the bar reflect in Kate’s eyes as she waited for him to fill our glasses.

Holding the flute aloft, she beamed at me, and my heart lurched in my chest.

Merry Christmas, Kate said.

I touched my glass to hers. Backatcha, beautiful. I sipped down the golden fizz, the effervescence making me squint.

Mmmm, perfect. Kate twirled her glass in the early evening light, mesmerized as millions of tiny bubbles raced to the surface, bursting like miniature fireworks as they met with the air.

Here’s something crazy, I said, putting my glass down, leaning my elbows on the table and resting my chin on both fists. How’d you fancy a liquid Christmas dinner? I might even have some ready meals at the back of the freezer somewhere. I searched her face. Come home with me.

Leaning back in her seat, a smile playing on her lips, Kate sipped her drink. As that wasn’t a question, I won’t answer, but I’m not leaving my Champagne.

Chapter 2

I held the door ajar for her, making a sweeping gesture with my free arm. Welcome to my humble abode.

Kate laughed, stepping past me into the cavernous, partially lit entrance hall. Humble? For a writer, you have a pretty poor grasp of the English language. There’s nothing humble about this place.

Locking the door behind me, tugging at my scarf, I flicked a switch.

Wow! This is really something. Kate stared in admiration as light flooded the apartment, reflecting off white gloss and granite surfaces. She put a hand up to her brow, squinting. Where’s my Ray Ban’s when I need ’em?

Smiling, I put two hands on her shoulders, turning her away from me, slipping the coat from her. I felt her tense as my hands slid the heavy fabric down her arms, a tiny gasp loud in the stillness of the apartment. I stood behind her, silent, inhaling her scent.

She didn’t move.

There’s wine in the fridge, I breathed into her ear, watching her shudder. It was maybe five seconds before she stepped away.

I smiled to myself as she crossed my white-marbled floors and I hummed a carol as I hung up her coat.

Where’d you keep the glasses? I heard her say, her voice echoing and distant as if she was shouting down a cardboard tube.

Cupboard next to the fridge, I threw over my shoulder, knowing full well she wouldn’t find it. Coats secured I followed her into the kitchen.

As expected, I found her stood perplexed, one hand on a hip, a finger to her lips, spinning around in the kitchen. Here’’ I said, touching her arm as I passed her, I should have said the white one, right?"

She laughed. This kitchen is amazing! You must be a pretty successful writer.

I shrugged, scooping two wine glasses up by their stems, closing the door that rendered the cupboard invisible again in the white wall. I opened