Birthday Girl: Paolo's Playhouse, #3

By Natasha Moore

For Shannon, turning thirty means getting serious. Responsible. Old. What happened to the spontaneous, crazy person she used to be? She never even checked off all the stuff on her to-do list, like that threesome she and her husband, Tyler, used to fantasize about. It fell by the wayside, right along with the bag of sex toys in the back of the closet.

Her birthday dinner starts out like any other, but then her present arrives at the table. Marc, an old college friend, whose edgy persona tickles her in all the right places. And that’s not all. Ty’s reserved a room at Paolo’s Playhouse—for all three of them.

By the time the playroom door closes behind them, Ty and Marc’s intimate touches and wicked whispers have roused her hormones to a fever pitch. But what sounds like an awesome fantasy in the dark corner of a restaurant, seems a little too real when they reach the Playhouse.

This is a previously released title.

All the Paolo’s Playhouse titles are standalone, but to enjoy in the fullest, read them in order:

Flaunt It #1

Risk It #2

Birthday Girl #3

Plaything #4

Playing for Real #5

• Language: English
• Publisher: Natasha Moore
• Release date: Apr 1, 2017
• ISBN: 9781386601357

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Table of Contents

Birthday Girl

Birthday Girl

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

About the Author

Birthday Girl

Natasha Moore

Birthday Girl

Paolo’s Playhouse #3

For Shannon, turning thirty means getting serious. Responsible. Old. She dreads the day she has to leave her spontaneous, crazy, young self-image behind. She never even checked off all the stuff on her to-do list, like that threesome she and her husband, Tyler, used to fantasize about. It fell by the wayside, right along with the bag of sex toys in the back of the closet.

Her birthday dinner starts out like any other, but then her present arrives at the table. Marc, an old college friend, whose edgy persona tickles her in all the right places. And that’s not all. Ty’s reserved a room at Paolo’s Playhouse—for all three of them.

By the time the playroom door closes behind them, Ty and Marc’s intimate touches and wicked whispers have roused her hormones to a fever pitch. But what sounds like an awesome fantasy in the dark corner of a restaurant, seems a little too real when they reach the Playhouse.

Chapter One

Shannon had been dreading her thirtieth birthday for months. Twenty-five had been bad enough. A quarter of a century! But thirty? Thirty meant the end of youth, the end of fun and spontaneity. She knew she was doomed to be a responsible adult for the rest of her life.

Sitting in the shadowed corner booth in an elegant restaurant, sipping champagne by candlelight, Shannon could almost forget what they were celebrating. Tyler had done a good job at trying to distract her so far. Of course, just having her handsome husband sitting across from her, his neatly trimmed blond hair shining in the candlelight, his deep blue eyes raking over her, actually had her thinking about things other than the number of candles on her cake.

You look beautiful tonight, Tyler said softly after they’d finished eating.

For an older woman, you mean? She knew she should let it go, but she just couldn’t kick the thought that life was rushing by her at the speed of light.

Tyler just laughed. For crying out loud, you’re only a day older than you were yesterday. Get over it.

You wouldn’t understand, she said with a pout. You’re still in your twenties.

Yeah, for a whole four months and then I’ll be suddenly be just as old and decrepit as you are.

She rolled her eyes. How did we become old, responsible, married people anyway?

He reached across the table and indulgently brushed a strand of hair out of her face. Would you really want to go back to those days when we just got out of college and were living paycheck to paycheck, barely making ends meet? He traced his finger along her jaw as he swept her long hair over her shoulder.

She tried not to react to his touch, but resisting Tyler had never worked before, and it didn’t now. You mean those days when we wouldn’t leave the apartment all weekend and had sex in a dozen different Kama Sutra positions before Sunday night came around?

He just grinned. So which position do you want to try tonight?

She wasn’t going to let him distract her from her self-pity. I’m too old to fold myself into those poses anymore. Some days she could barely walk after planting shrubs all day. Before long, they’d have to hire more workers for their rapidly expanding landscaping business.

Tyler ran his finger over her pouting lips. She evidently wasn’t too old to feel that zing of arousal. We could pull the bag of goodies out of the back of the closet.

"See? Why are the sex toys in the back of the closet? They used to be out where we could grab them whenever we wanted them. I guess I’m too old to use sex toys anymore."

Now you’re not making any sense. He pushed his empty dinner plate out of the way and took both of her hands in his. He turned them palm-side up on the table and began to stroke the sensitive skin there. The recent lack of sex toy use has more to do with us both working crazy hours to get the business off the ground. Things will settle down soon. It has nothing to do with the number of candles on your birthday cake.

That sounded way too sensible. She yanked her hands away. She knew she was being ridiculous, but she was enjoying the complaining too much. "I don’t want you to be sensible tonight. I don’t want to be sensible."

Shan—

"We never do anything kinky anymore. We never got around to having that threesome we used to talk