Secret Confessions: Sydney Housewives - Emma

By Viveka Portman

From the hottest writers in Australia comes a scintillating new series. Enter the world of Sydney's elite, and find out what goes on behind the doors of the most exclusive addresses in the country…

Meet the Housewives of Sydney. They are wealthy, elegant, poised, and constantly in the public eye. But what goes on behind closed doors, in the private homes and parties where the cameras and paparazzi aren't welcome? Delve into the most personal details of their relationships, their friendships and their lives. The only question is: can you handle the heat?

Travel, money, a gorgeous pro-surfer husband, healthy son, and a new house overlooking the ocean – it looks like Emma Ross has it all, but inside she's torn apart by insecurities and her failure to have another child.

She knows that she's putting her relationship in jeopardy, so to make up for their difficulties, Emma gives Rosco carte blanche in the bedroom. But is explosive sex enough to save a marriage that is falling apart from the inside?

• Language: English
• Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers Australia
• Release date: Feb 1, 2015
• ISBN: 9780857992086

Viveka Portman

Viveka Portman is an author of romantic erotic fiction, and has a fascination about times past. With a bachelor degree in anthropology, Viveka weaves historical fact into fiction to create lively, realistic and thrilling tales, sure to titillate and engage the most discerning reader. Considered an upstanding member of society, Viveka does not make a habit of eavesdropping, gossiping or making vulgar displays of impropriety - except, that is, in writing.

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Episode 8 – Emma

She was a demon in the bedroom.

Wild, unrestrained. Shit-hot sexy.

The thought was completely unbidden.

Lachlan Rosco Ross watched his wife slip into the bed wearing an unflattering nightdress that covered her from neck to knee.

Huh?

What are you thinking about? Emma asked, sinking down into the covers.

You. Buck naked. On my cock.

Her hazel eyes widened with surprise, but her pupils darkened with something else.

Take that off, he said, gesturing to the nightdress.

She bit her lip.

Her confidence had taken a beating lately, but Rosco remembered a time, not so long ago—before the IVF—when she’d have made the devil blush.

He wanted that girl back.

He looked at her again, her white teeth biting into the plump pink flesh of her bottom lip, driving his thoughts to other plump pink things.

Rosco moved his hand, dark and tanned against the white of her nightdress, and squeezed the firm small breast beneath. Taking it off? Or not? he asked.

Once, she’d have been naked before she even hit the bedroom.

Still, after a moment of hesitation, a wicked glint flashed in her eyes, Okay.

***

Emma shimmied out of her nightgown, her heart hammering. Lately, she hated Rosco seeing her naked, but it seemed the only time they weren’t arguing was when they were screwing. She took a great heaving breath. There was no way she was going to spoil that part of their marriage too—even if it seemed she’d spoiled every other part of it.

He always knew how to make her feel better.

Come here, you… Rosco growled and reached for her; he was already naked. He’d been naked since he’d stepped out of the shower and God he was beautiful.

Her husband’s finely sculpted body contrasted against the white and blue of the bedsheets, like some golden idol. The definition of his muscles striking, honed to perfection from the hours spent in the surf.

Emma’s heart, and other things much lower, surged with longing.

The trip to Hawaii for the Pipeline Pro Surfing Competition hadn’t been a good one, at least for their marriage. Rosco had won, but they’d lost something there as well.

She dismissed the thought and leaned over, pressing her lips to his. A masculine laugh burbled beneath his breath as she rolled him onto his back.

The only time it seemed she could forget about her failures was when she was fucking her husband. Yet, even then, in the past few weeks, more often than not, they’d gone to bed with angry words rather than sex on each other’s tongues.

Irritably, she dismissed the thought again; now wasn’t the time for neurotic, self-depreciating thoughts. Instead she focused again on the golden skin of the man before her. His breath caught in his chest as her gaze grew hungry and moved down the perfect planes of his torso, finally resting on his heavy swelling cock and full tight balls.

She swallowed, lowering her body to kiss his flesh.

He was hot beneath her lips, and eagerly her tongue flickered to taste him. He tasted clean and wholesome with a hint of soap, not the salty ocean fresh taste he’d have after a surf.

Her pussy swelled as his cock lurched towards her, keen as ever. She ran her hands over it, marvelling in the hard but silken texture. Her heart gave a pang.

I love you, she whispered and caught his eye. You know that, don’t you?

The sparkling blue of his eyes met hers, Yeah. I do. His smile was gentle, as gentle as it ever had been. Despite her behaviour, despite the failures—he was still here in her bed. That had to count for something.

Her sex clenched with a sudden powerful need. Fuck me, she whispered.

A pleased smirk