Melt Me Again: A Riveting & Passionate Erotic Romance

By Janet R Berg

Just When You Think You Really Can’t Have it All...

Along Comes Maggie!

Stir up your own erotic dreams as you share Maggie’s tale of delicious lovers, amazing adventures, and more orgasms than you can poke with a fondue fork.

Maggie is on a mission. She is determined to realise her greatest dream of opening her very own restaurant. But will she find the perfect place? And will she do it alone?

Her story will capture your attention from beginning to end. Each scene is riveting, imaginative, and well thought out. Set in different locales around Australia, including the bush, the characters and their interactions with each other will transport you into their lives and heads.

Do yourself a favor and take Maggie home with you tonight! Be sure to savor every delicious bite in the last of the trilogy, Melt Me Again – A Riveting & Passionate Erotic Romance.

Reader Advisory: This story has graphic sexual language and scenes – your mouth will water and you may be inspired to rush to your nearest fondue restaurant. Who knew melted cheese could be so damn sexy?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Vivid Publishing
• Release date: Jun 14, 2016
• ISBN: 9781925515992

Janet R Berg

Janet Berg resides in Australia on the Gold Coast, which is a popular tourist mecca. She is retired and lives with her mother and a very spoilt Maltese dog called Rumba. Janet enjoys traveling, spending time with friends and family, cooking, drinking good wine, reading and listening to music. In writing Melt Me Again – A Riveting & Passionate Erotic Romance, Janet has transferred one of her life-long ambitions onto Maggie, the main character. It will take a handful of sexy lovers from the cruise, mixed liberally with hot, steamy sex scenes, sprinkled with interesting Australian locales, and topped with titillating dialogue to create the right formula. To increase your reading pleasure, you may like to be introduced to Maggie, by reading Janet’s first novella, Lick Me - An Erotic Sexual Journey. You will come to know Maggie’s personality and the challenges she previously faced. Then you can celebrate the decadence of life on a vacation when you read Is All That For Me – An Erotic Romp On The High Seas. Maggie kicks up her heels and enjoys a cruise from Australia to Asia, with more lovers than there are life-boats. Janet hopes you will savor every delicious bite and enjoy the last story in the Maggie trilogy.

Book preview

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One

He guides me through the dim light. He’s strong and squeezes my hand as he walks beside me. Our feet crunch in unison on the pebbled drive, breaking the charming country silence.

The scent of jasmine permeates the air, and golden lights peek through the greenery. A hum of conversation, a soft laugh and music reaches our ears as we walk closer to the restaurant.

Couples sit at timber tables in the garden terrace, surrounded by tubs of flowers and screened by trellises of climbing roses and wisteria. Candle light glows on their faces as lovers feed each other tasty morsels or sip on their wine.

We climb the stairs and walk towards the inviting interior, heading for the soft lounges positioned around a crackling fire. As I sip my wine I take in the details of this magnificent building. Stained glass windows sparkle, chandeliers hang from exposed beams in the ceiling, and red brocade covered dining chairs surround polished timber tables. French music plays in the background and waiters flit from table to table attending to happy diners.

Our table is ready. A ceramic pot of bubbling cheese is placed between us together with a basket of crusty bread. Long, thin fondue forks are set beside our plates. We carefully skewer a piece of bread and swirl it around the aromatic, sticky mixture, before lifting it to our mouths and dislodging the treat with our teeth. Delicious! The combination of cheeses, kirsch and garlic are amazing. We stir and twirl, dip and eat, licking our lips, while watching each other’s mouth and eyes with desire and longing. A prelude of what’s coming. On the bottom of the pot is a cracker-like crust of cheese, and I feed this to him, letting him suck and lick my fingers between mouthfuls.

It’s time to leave the warmth of the room and we step into the clear, crisp night. There are no clouds; the sky is full of stars, and a light breeze brings goose bumps to my skin. He notices this and places his jacket around my shoulders. As we walk towards our cottage, lights glow through the windows, highlighting a large four-poster canopy bed, and plump cushions. So inviting!

I draw the curtains as his arms fold around my body. He fondles my breasts, kisses my neck and turns me. Our lips touch softly at first, then hungrily we devour each other, impatient for more. We rip at each other’s clothes, our lips kissing each exposed spot as garments fall to the floor, until we’re standing naked.

He lifts me onto the bed and lies beside me, his hardness pushing into my thigh. Cupping my breasts, nipples kissed and tugged, then his hand reaches between my legs, finding my sweet spot and he massages.

I awaken to find my hand on my breast and the other between my legs, touching my bud. Shit! Was it a dream? Yes! I’m on my own, in the apartment. I take a large drink of water and snuggle back under the covers, hoping to continue my fantasy.

Two

As a teenager I listened to French songs, but never understood the lyrics. I lived in this fantasy, make-believe world. An imagined love affair while listening to a French male singer croon La Mer or someone singing Ne me quitte pas. What does it mean? I don’t know or care. I was in love. A few years later I saw the movie, A Man and a Woman. I wanted to be the female star who played a sexy French woman called Anne.

In an earlier life, I must have been born French. Why do I celebrate Bastille Day and remember the words to the French National anthem? Who knows…. I may have been one of the troops storming the fortress on the 14th July 1789.

My mind is still fuzzy from my realistic dream. I wander to the bakery to buy croissants for breakfast trying to prolong the mood. Sitting on the balcony, I enjoy my petit dejeuner, while listening to Edith Piaf. There’s a clear blue sky, rolling waves, and surfers and swimmers enjoying the water.

I stir myself from the daydream to check my emails. There’s one from John in Sydney, asking when I’ll visit. We had such a great time on the cruise, and I’m so pleased I met him. I smile. I remember the delicious feelings of him covering me with chocolate sauce and cream, then licking it off my body. He’s a great lover. How we ever squeezed into the shower cubical together was a miracle, let alone the antics.

Email

To: John

From: Maggie

Able to visit next week and looking forward to spending a few days with you. I hope we have time to check out three fondue restaurants I’ve researched. One’s in Neutral Bay and the other two in the city. Stock up on chocolate sauce and cream! See you soon. Maggie.

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The flight’s on time and in the Arrivals sector, I spy John. Being tall, his shaved head makes him stand out. As I move closer, he turns, waves and smiles. His big brown eyes sparkle as he lifts me off my feet before kissing me enthusiastically.

Hello beautiful. I’m so pleased you’re here.

I hug him back. Me too.

It takes about twenty minutes to get through the traffic to the city centre. John has decided we will spending a couple of nights in a luxury hotel. It’s exciting and he’s keeping our destination a big secret. I don’t know Sydney well, so it’s all new. When we arrive at the foyer of the hotel, John passes his car keys to the valet. He holds me with one hand, takes my suitcase in the other, and strides towards the elevators. He’s already checked-in and has the room key. This is a man on a mission!

I step into our amazing room. We are on one of the top floors with views over the city. The suite is tastefully decorated in black, white and grey. In the middle of the room is a huge king-size bed.

His highness is smiling from ear to ear and waves his arms, what do you think?

It’s fantastic! What a view! We walk onto the balcony. He holds me close before turning my head and kissing me long and hard. His tongue probing and pushing, his arms pulling me into his body.

It’s been too long. I need you. He takes my hand and leads me towards the bathroom.

My God! How mind-blowing is this!

The bathroom is enormous, black and grey marble everywhere. Steps lead up to a large spa bath in one corner, and ornamental pillars surround the tub. The biggest double shower cubicle I’ve ever seen, is the star. It protrudes into the centre of the room. There’s glass on three- sides and a wall to wall bench seat at the rear. A gold chandelier hangs from the ceiling, and heavy drapes frame the windows. Candles, cosmetics and towels fill the shelves. Unbelievable!

We undress each other, kissing and caressing, and soon our clothes are strewn everywhere. John’s organ is rock hard. Entering the cubical, he presses buttons on the remote. Warm water rushes from two sides onto our bodies.

Do you mind if your hair gets wet? he says breathlessly between sucking on my breasts.

No, that’s fine.

Get ready for a surprise.

He presses more buttons, and we are encased in a warm rain storm. Water is coming from the ceiling, massaging our scalps, pummelling our back and shoulders. It’s so exhilarating and fun. We hold each other and kiss as the water tumbles over our face and head. John guides me to the bench seat. I bend over and he enters me in one thrust, clutching my hips to anchor himself. It is wet and hot, steamy and frantic. The slapping of wet skin on skin, and our moans and groans bring the delicious crescendo quickly to a head. His hands grip my hips tighter and the pace quickens before he spurts. He stands gasping for breath.

Boy I’ve missed you. That was wonderful! You didn’t have an orgasm did you? he breathes into my ear.

Close, but it was delicious, just the same.

I’ll make amends. Come over here and lie on your back under the rain shower.

I follow his instructions. The rain is falling on my stomach and breasts as John moves between my legs, his fingers finding my sex-button. He massages in a gentle circular motion. I close my eyes, enjoying the sensations. My nerves are tingling. His mouth is now on my breasts, sucking and pulling. Then he returns between my legs, covering my bud with his mouth, flicking and licking with his tongue. His fingers reach into my wetness finding my G-spot as he thrusts. The pressure increases on my button. I hold his head, lift my hips and arch towards his mouth. A guttural moan escapes my lips as the climax hits.

We lie in each other’s arms, side-by-side on the floor, kissing and stroking. The soothing streams of water bounce off our bodies. There should be crashing waves and sand underfoot. It would replicate the love scene from an old movie I’d recently watched on television, From Here to Eternity.

We eventually leave our warm and watery cocoon, and dress in fluffy robes, heading into the bedroom. Its mid-afternoon and I realize I’m starving. Thoughtfully, John has organized food and drink. He produces a tray of fresh seafood and a bottle of champagne from the refrigerator. We sit on the balcony, eating oysters and