Frenzied and Excited: Illicit Encounters 2

By C.J. McLane

From the Publisher that brought you popular short story romances Witching Call, Hostile Hearts, Earthbound Angels, January Morrison Psychic Files, Ralph's Gift, Eve Snow Psychic P.I., In the Blood, Sex Demons, The Halloween Awakening, The Whispering, Seasons of Love, Ms Bookworm and Mr Sex Symbol, and Friend Zone. Now, here is Illicit Encounters...

CHANCE ENCOUNTERS AND TRYSTS IN THE DARK
A MAN, A WOMAN, AND A BASEMENT IN A MANSION

Elize has returned from her vacation in the Caribbean to be, once again, the trophy daughter and the trophy girlfriend. In a party in the Governor’s Mansion, who else is she and Gerald, her fiancé, to encounter but Jude and his fiancée, Tamara?

The secret here is that Jude and Elize had a chance encounter in the Caribbean as “Joey” and “Anna”. They parted ways after their wild adventure, and now has met each other again without their masks -- and with their significant others in tow. Jude has to make up a story about their being former classmates so Tamara will not get jealous. But that’s not the only secret.

The other secret here is that they aren’t the only ones who’d had illicit encounters. And the other two aren’t complaining at all when they are left to themselves while Jude and Elize “catch up” on old times.

Who else would like to be in on the secret?

Find out by reading on!

***Warning: This story contains adult themed graphical descriptions that a small number of readers might find offensive, including sexual acts and suggestive themes.

EXCERPT
“Well, shoot,” Jude said.

“I heard that your fiancée lets you step out on her as you see fit and she doesn't mind. Is that fair to say?” Elize asked.

“Does my wife care when I fuck other women, you mean?” Jude said. “Well, it kind of depends, you know. If I were to go f*** one of her friends, or say, someone in our social circle that may want to use it to their advantage and f***ed us both over with some kind of blackmail, then yes, she would care. But -- if I'm at least half-way intelligent about it then no, she doesn't mind that much. Especially if I tell her about it. The more open I am, the more receptive she is.”

Elize took a drink and reached her glass out toward Jude as he finished topping his drink off. He dutifully refilled her glass with a smile on his face.

“What does she think of me?” Elize asked.

“What does she think of you?” Jude repeated. “What does she think of you,” Jude said again, but this time, much slower and barely above a whisper. “Well, she was glad that I found a playmate that I got along with so well down on the islands. She was also pretty entertained when I told her that you and I had never dated and that you were in fact the woman who I had f***ed while I was on vacation.”

Elize's mouth dropped open and hung there for a second. “She knows?!” she said, in complete shock.

“Of course, she knows,” Jude said as he sat down the now empty bottle of champagne. “I told her after our meeting earlier, when she noticed me looking over your way too many times for it to be casual. It seemed prudent to tell her about you since I plan on f***ing you tonight.”

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Sandra Ross
• Release date: Jan 28, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310102455

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Frenzied And Excited

By C.J. McLane

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Chapter One

ELIZE REALIZED SHE was actually having a lot of fun in the party in the Governor's Mansion around one thirty in the morning, as she toured the basement clinging to Gerald's arm. Jude and Tamara were a few rooms ahead of them, checking out the sights that the subterranean part of the building offered.

At some point around midnight, the Governor had led most of the guests into the basement. It became very clear because of that that this would not be the average cocktail party. The Governor's estate also served as a kind of reservoir for the Historical Society, to include a vast collection of torture devices, fun house mirrors and other odds and ends that they didn't have any sort of calling for at the moment.

The Governor, whose name Elize never caught, seemed to be happy to drunkenly lead the charge into the basement and allow everyone else to figure it out behind him. The few stragglers who remained upstairs either trickled down in short order, or were so left behind that some of them went home.

The junk in the rooms, junk being the word the Governor used for the stuff the Historical Society had piled up in a kind of haphazard piles in his vast basement, varied from room to room. Sometimes, the they were displayed either in glass cases or laid out on tables, but other times the stuff was left in piles in corners. The torture devices were all looking menacing safely behind the glass tops of scratched up display cases. Thumb screws, cat-o-nine-tails, iron maidens and tiger cages were oooh-ed and aaah-ed at by the crowd of bourgeoisie guests the Governor was leading room to room.

Honey, Elize said. What do you think of these things? Isn't it gruesome that any of this is even real?

Well, I suppose so, sweetheart. But this is how the world works, Gerald said. I mean, I wish it didn't. I wish there was a way for me to snap my fingers and make all of the bad things go away. But I can't. And neither can you. But maybe it is enough that we see these things and know how fortunate we all are to never be on the business end of any of it.

The flowing drink had turned many into pseudo-intellectuals that liked to hear themselves talk. Elize didn't really mind, and actually found Gerald to be cute when he talked intelligently, even if he was drunk while he did it, but she was making the conscientious effort to steer her fiance and herself at least an arm's length away from the rest of the couples that were on the tour of the basement with them.

It wasn't that she disliked anyone, but some of the couples kept squabbling over petty things that really only amounted to a struggle for power in the relationship coming to froth because of the suds and bubbly everyone had been drinking all night.

Sometimes it was