Once upon a time there was a princess who learned that she liked to have sex, and lots of it.
In this contemporary fairy-tale, Jade Redfearn has led a sheltered life, but now must choose one of three brothers as her partner. Will it be athletic tennis coach Joe, shy genius Adam, or ultra-successful Luke? With the help of her wealthy father's all-knowing PA Gwendolyn, Jade sets out on a quest to find out.
A very adult tale from the author of You
, Letting Go
, and the Girls' Club series.
This story, told in three encounters, includes explicit descriptions of a variety of sexual activities, including oral sex, bondage and multiple partners. EXTRACT: The Virgin and the Three Brothers
They talked for the entire evening, about their childhoods, their parents, the world, Adam's brothers, about anything and everything. Jade hadn't had so much fun in ages, and she couldn't remember ever being appreciated and enjoyed as much as this.
At the end of the evening they were the last to leave the restaurant and it was an automatic, unthinking thing for Jade to coil her fingers into Adam's as they emerged onto the city street.
They walked the short distance to the station and Adam took her other hand and kissed her tenderly on the cheek, and that could have been how the night ended. But instead, she turned her head slightly and her lips brushed against his cheek as he pulled away. He paused, turned, and their lips met, pressed, softly at first and then harder, more urgently.
"I... I have a place not far," he said, when they pulled apart a short time later. "That is..."
They made it to his front door, pushed through, swung it shut behind them and then they were kissing, her hands on his face, his around the narrowing of her waist. She pushed him back against a wall, hooked a hand into the neck of his shirt, and held him tight while she kissed him again.
He pulled away, took her hand, led her through to another room, a bedroom. Light from the street gave the room a half-lit, shadowy appearance. She looked around and then he was holding her, hands running over her, a delicate, teasing touch.
He found the top button of her blouse, freed it, worked down. Pulling it open, his head moved down, lips and teeth working at the skin of her neck, her collarbone, the first swell of her breasts.
Her bra was loose. She hadn't noticed him free it, had been lost to his touch.
He pushed it aside and his lips found a nipple, sending an almost electric thrill through her body.
He started to flick at it with the tip of his tongue and it was as if she was transported from her body and there was just her nipple and that flicking, lapping sensation.
Lying back on the bed a little later, her breasts exposed, and his mouth on her smooth belly, she felt the heel of his hand pressing against the mound of her pussy. She reached down and freed her skirt, allowing him to pull it free.
Just in her delicate satin knickers now, she wriggled up the bed so that she could rest her feet on it, her knees up, legs parted.
For a moment, he paused over her and then he dipped his head again, gently biting and tonguing her belly, her hip, the outside of one thigh. ...continues