Consumed by Passion: Book Three

By Fiona Masters

My name is Zoey and my life has blown up. I've been working at a mansion, where the wealthy mingle with the kinky. That's where I met my boyfriend, Liam, but we're not exclusive. I never could be. Good thing, too, because when he went out of town, I was lucky to have a friend come take care of me.

Again and again.

Finally, my coworker Hunter made a huge mistake by inviting his ex and her fiance to the mansion. After their drama, I did my best to take care of him.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Fiona Masters
• Release date: Sep 13, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005522971

Fiona Masters

Fiona Masters is a librarian by day and a smut writer by night.

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Consumed by Passion

By

Fiona Masters

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter One

The evite for the next party at work was dated for Easter weekend, due to the mansion remodeling. It said the theme was titled, stripped. Dress code was listed as jeans and tees.

That sucks, she whined.

What’s up?

I’m going with Dylan to his family’s Easter thing in Savannah. Dammit, why do I have to be such a good girlfriend? she continued to fuss.

So, you two have titles now?

Yeah, she smiled, I’m still not sure about the whole title thing, but after he went to Maria’s quinceanera and dealt with my family, I said okay.

"It’s weird, isn’t it? We’re someone’s girlfriend. Us," I said, still baffled.

Liam’s Irish-ish, Catholic?

By association only, his grandmother is still carrying the torch, though, I brushed her shiny dark hair.

So does that mean he has some family thing to go to that weekend?

Shit, I didn’t even think to ask.

Okay, let me do you, she said. I giggled, and we swapped places, so she could brush my hair. Your hair is getting so long.

Liam likes it long, plus it’s easier to grab and pull when it’s longer, I smiled.

Yes, it is, she said, as she gave it a playful tug.

Hey, now, don’t start shit you don’t have time to finish, woman, I scolded. She pulled my hair back again and held it tight, then came over the top of me and kissed me.

I know how to finish you fast, she said, then released my hair, and laughed, "But, I do have to get going. Maggie looked at the clock, and she should have left 5 minutes ago. Damn, alright, we finish this later, young lady. Bye." She grabbed her bowling bag and trotted out. I went to the kitchen for a snack but couldn’t find anything I wanted. Then, I started thinking about what else might hit the spot. I texted Liam, Morning, Baby.

Wanna do something? He responded.

We settled on Tuesday at the beach. I met him at his apartment. He opened the front door, and my mouth dropped. He had a towel wrapped right above his dick and looked delicious. His tan rippled abs called to my tongue. I declared, We are never going to make it to the beach with you looking so good.

Back at you, Beautiful, how are you doing? he kissed my cheek, then turned around, and flung the towel over his shoulder. His muscular naked ass swayed like the pied piper of booty town, and I followed helplessly to his bedroom. I sat on his bed and looked up at him.

I’d be doing a lot better, if you joined me on the bed, I patted his comforter.

I thought we were going to the beach, he persisted.

You answer the door wearing a towel, and expect me not to jump your bones?

Well, I’d be disappointed if you didn’t try, he got dressed, I got sad, and we headed to the beach. We went to our favorite beach bar, which had chairs and cabanas right on Clearwater Beach. It was a bright, sunny day. The white sand and blue water collaborated with our pina coladas to keep us mellow. As we got comfortable, I stood up and slid my linen pants off and heard, Dayum!

What? I asked.

Your ass looks all shiny and round…, he stared and approved of my shiny gold bikini.

Aw, thanks, Baby, I said. I laid the chair flat and got comfortable on my stomach. Liam’s hand massaged my ass. I moaned.

Sweetheart, make that sound, and I will not be held responsible for what I do next.

Then, stop rubbing my ass.

I can’t, he giggled. I loved his drunk voice.

Then, suffer, I moaned some more. He swatted my ass, then removed his hand and laid his chair back. We got some beach in our souls and went back to his apartment in Tampa. I went to the shower to rinse the rest of the sand off my body, and he joined me a minute later.

I can’t believe I managed to keep my hands off you, he said