So this is an excerpt from the paperback version of The Meeting Point, which was released almost a month ago - I haven't even tweeted about it yet - such is my capacity for being distracted by all the finery that you lovelies of the internet have to offer. But when I saw this prompt from Kayla, I couldn't resist sharing a scene from my book.
Deborah couldn't
believe what she was witnessing. From the mirrored glass balcony, she could see
three people making love in a bedroom chamber below. One was Marcus, she was
sure of it. Her skin prickled and tensed, sending electrifying currents over
her flesh. She wanted to scream and shout and bang on the glass, but she had to
hold on to her reserve with all her might.
Two women were astride a man tied to a
bed by the wrists and ankles. One riding his groin, the other, his face. Their
long hair fell about their backs as they both faced the wall, the woman behind
reaching around and massaging the other's breasts. It was the strangest
sensation. Deborah was seething so hard with jealousy that she could have torn
her own teeth out in despair, but in the ultimate betrayal of her emotions, her
pussy bucked and spasmed between her legs, aching to be touched.
