Book Excerpt for Birthday Menage

Birthday Menage -- Extract

Nadine Leilani

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Birthday Menage

Thomas' sofa bed was unfolded and made up with lightly perfumed sheets and soft pillows. Lizzie was draped across it, a beguiling smile on her face as she took note of Paul's reaction.

She'd taken extra pains with her appearance. Her hair was dyed a bold mix of crimsons until it looked like liquid flames with tiny devil horns clipped in. She wore nothing but red body glitter, red lace garters with sheer stockings, and a wicked pair of four-inch red stilettos.

"Close the door, Paul. It's drafty." Lizzie spoke using her best throaty, Lauren Bacall-like sexy whisper.

To his credit, he complied, even though he wore a completely dumbstruck expression. "Not that I mind the view or anything, but did I just walk into the wrong apartment?"

Lizzie giggled in response, crawling forward to the edge of the bed and crooking a finger at him.

"I heard today was your birthday, so I came all the way over here to grant you a wish."

Paul took an involuntary step forward and stopped, gripping the doorknob like a lifeline. "Ah! Is that what you want? All right darling, anything for you."

Lizzie rose to her feet. She snapped her fingers as she stalked over to him, moving slowly, having a ton of fun in her role of seductress.

"You will never win him over, demon."

Thomas, right on cue.

Paul's eyes looked behind her. "Holy shit, Tom, what-?"

Lizzie knew Thomas looked sensational. She was intensely proud of how she'd transformed him for the night. His silk briefs shimmered like a pearl, and the golden glitter on his body and in his curls made him actually look like an ethereal being.

"He's all mine," Lizzie said in a growling voice over her shoulder to Thomas. Then she reached out and grabbed Paul firmly by the front of his shirt, pulling him along with her as she walked backward.

By the bed, Lizzie whispered to Paul in a harsh voice, "Don't look at him."

As Paul started to speak in reply, Lizzie cut him off by pulling him to her for a kiss. She started undoing his buttons one by one, and when he broke away for a little air, she kissed the length of his jawline until she reached his ear.

The End