Mariah lost sense of time and had no idea what routes the car took. The only thing she knew was that when the door opened, the air was warm with a scent of pineapple. She could also hear the sound of a small stream of water near her feet. With Stan holding her hand as a guide, her heels struck an uneven road. Each step was a muted clip-clop. Then there were the stairs. After a few paces, her heels hit carpet. That was when Stan’s hand released hers. She let her hand fall to her side, uncertain of where she stood. Obviously, she was supposed to keep her blindfold on. When would they allow her to take it off?
“You look ravishing,” Clark said, his breath hot upon her ear. Her scalp tingled like wildfire from his close engagement.
“Delicious,” Britt added with demure intent—one that sent ripples down her spine.
Then Clark kissed both of her cheeks, bringing fire to her ears. The slight whisk of his five o-clock shadow scraped against her skin, stimulating her long after separation. Between the blindfold and the seduction-induced shortness of breath, Mariah sank into a dizzy spell. If Clark hadn’t held a steady hand out for her to guide her ahead, she would have for sure fainted on her feet.
Clark patted a soft surface at her right. “Sit down and enjoy the meal.”
Mariah smoothed her skirt and sank down as Clark scooted the chair forward for her. Tracking his steps and referencing where Britt’s voice had been, Mariah was certain she was situated between both of them at the table.
She inhaled deeply and couldn’t quite identify the mix of spices invading her olfactory nerves. Curious, she tentatively lifted her hand to reach for something—anything on the table.
“Down, pet,” Britt chided. “No hands. We’re feeding you.”
A napkin must have been placed on her lap, because hands moved to brush it smooth. The sound of ice clinking glass neared her. She opened her lips expectantly. Sweet bubbly cider with a hint of tartness flooded her taste buds, shocking her salivary glands into overdrive. She swallowed and expected more. Too soon the glass moved away from her lips and landed with a muffled thud on the table.
“That was delicious,” Mariah gasped. “What was that?”
“Lingonberry apple cider,” Britt said. “First batch. You met my dad, Nikolaus. They harvested the apples in October and perfected the recipe in November. You’re tasting the official pre-launch batch that made it to influential bloggers and reviewers right before Thanksgiving hit. The bottle you’re tasting is supposed to hit every major local market in the area in time for Christmas and New Year’s.”
“Sounds right up Mariah’s alley,” Clark said, his smile reflecting in his voice. The way he had read her mind was uncanny, because her head was zipping a mile a minute about additional promotional opportunities to push the product farther.
“Maybe Heartisan Foods can pick it up and bring it beyond the regional market,” Mariah said, her thoughts ricocheting faster than her speech could keep up. Excitement raced through her veins, lifting her shoulders and her lips.
“I’m sure Nikolaus would be thrilled with the idea,” Britt agreed.
“Sounds like you’ve just expanded your client base,” Clark mused.
Mariah shook her head. “It’s still within the family.”
As soon as the words slipped past her mouth, she knew she’d said the wrong thing. Sure, Nikolaus was Britt’s dad. Yeah, she had Britt and Clark as contract clients, but they weren’t her family.
Family?
When had she seen Britt and Clark as family? Shit. Wasn’t she ahead of herself?
“You look ravishing,” Clark said, his breath hot upon her ear. Her scalp tingled like wildfire from his close engagement.
“Delicious,” Britt added with demure intent—one that sent ripples down her spine.
Then Clark kissed both of her cheeks, bringing fire to her ears. The slight whisk of his five o-clock shadow scraped against her skin, stimulating her long after separation. Between the blindfold and the seduction-induced shortness of breath, Mariah sank into a dizzy spell. If Clark hadn’t held a steady hand out for her to guide her ahead, she would have for sure fainted on her feet.
Clark patted a soft surface at her right. “Sit down and enjoy the meal.”
Mariah smoothed her skirt and sank down as Clark scooted the chair forward for her. Tracking his steps and referencing where Britt’s voice had been, Mariah was certain she was situated between both of them at the table.
She inhaled deeply and couldn’t quite identify the mix of spices invading her olfactory nerves. Curious, she tentatively lifted her hand to reach for something—anything on the table.
“Down, pet,” Britt chided. “No hands. We’re feeding you.”
A napkin must have been placed on her lap, because hands moved to brush it smooth. The sound of ice clinking glass neared her. She opened her lips expectantly. Sweet bubbly cider with a hint of tartness flooded her taste buds, shocking her salivary glands into overdrive. She swallowed and expected more. Too soon the glass moved away from her lips and landed with a muffled thud on the table.
“That was delicious,” Mariah gasped. “What was that?”
“Lingonberry apple cider,” Britt said. “First batch. You met my dad, Nikolaus. They harvested the apples in October and perfected the recipe in November. You’re tasting the official pre-launch batch that made it to influential bloggers and reviewers right before Thanksgiving hit. The bottle you’re tasting is supposed to hit every major local market in the area in time for Christmas and New Year’s.”
“Sounds right up Mariah’s alley,” Clark said, his smile reflecting in his voice. The way he had read her mind was uncanny, because her head was zipping a mile a minute about additional promotional opportunities to push the product farther.
“Maybe Heartisan Foods can pick it up and bring it beyond the regional market,” Mariah said, her thoughts ricocheting faster than her speech could keep up. Excitement raced through her veins, lifting her shoulders and her lips.
“I’m sure Nikolaus would be thrilled with the idea,” Britt agreed.
“Sounds like you’ve just expanded your client base,” Clark mused.
Mariah shook her head. “It’s still within the family.”
As soon as the words slipped past her mouth, she knew she’d said the wrong thing. Sure, Nikolaus was Britt’s dad. Yeah, she had Britt and Clark as contract clients, but they weren’t her family.
Family?
When had she seen Britt and Clark as family? Shit. Wasn’t she ahead of herself?
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The above excerpt is from Purr Scent VI: The Matrimony and occurs somewhere in the first half of the book.
Purr Scent VI: The Matrimony is part of the Purr Billionaire BDSM Trio of stories that follow a bisexual female submissive awakening to her sexuality, a lesbian Dominatrix, and a heterosexual alpha male Dominant. Purr Scent I: The Meeting is free on all retail sites. |
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Jacintha Topaz is the author of Purr Erotica Romance, devoted to FF, MM, LGBT, MFF Menage and More BDSM, kink, bondage, fetish, spanking, domination, submission, hot, sexy, erotic romance reads. When not writing, she can be found indulging in cashews and kefir and her secret love of armchair gardening.
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