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I think SECRETS VOLUME 23:
SECRET DESIRES is one of the
best collections I have read from
Red Sage yet. From historical to
the fantastical, I was swept away to
different lands and times. This is
truly a collection that sends your
senses into overdrive.
--Dark Angel Reviews
SECRET DESIRES is one of the
best collections I have read from
Red Sage yet. From historical to
the fantastical, I was swept away to
different lands and times. This is
truly a collection that sends your
senses into overdrive.
--Dark Angel Reviews
Aidan grinned, his left dimple mocking her attempts at stoicism. “Do you always argue with your research
partners?”
Eva let out a breath of frustration. “Oh, let’s just get started.” Eva flipped through her notebook. “Now then, I
first need to get a detailed sexual history if you—what are you doing?”
Aidan had shrugged out of his tight-fitting coat and removed his neckcloth. Eva’s eyes widened as his long,
slim fingers deftly worked the tiny buttons of his waistcoat.
“I’m undressing.”
Another button popped free. Eva was mesmerized by the simple gesture. And the increasingly wide V of skin
framed by the snowy white of his loose shirt. Eva swallowed and struggled to drag her gaze back to his face.
“Why?” She was worldly. She was sophisticated. And she could handle the sight of a little male flesh. Or even
a lot.
“I thought that getting to know your subject intimately would be a good foundation for future…research.” Aidan
dropped the waistcoat in the pile of clothing between them.
“I don’t think that’s necessary.” Eva swallowed but continued to stare at his bared flesh, just a an arm’s length
away. “I haven’t seen many men in the flesh, so to speak, but I’ve studied anatomy books…”
“Books show you nothing,” he said, grasping the back of his shirt and jerking it over his head. “Books don’t
teach sensation, or texture or scent.” He added his shirt to the growing pile of discarded clothing on the floor
between them. “They don’t teach the tingle of skin on skin contact. Books can’t teach pleasure.”
Even though she’d seen his chest, and a lot more, the previous evening, there was something very intimate
about watching him undress for her. His eyes darkened, focused on her face, gauging every reaction. The
planes of his chest were fully exposed now and, the muscles of his abdomen that formed a double row of hills
stretched all the way to the top of his trousers.
Eva blinked before bringing her gaze back to his face. “I’m not here to learn about pleasure. That wasn’t a
condition of our arrangement.”
“Consider it a bonus.”
Eva didn’t reply. It was dangerous getting sucked into his aura of desire this way. And they’d barely gotten
started. But try as she might—and maybe she wasn’t trying as hard as she ought to be—she was curious about
what he was offering. The pleasure.
“Let me show you what I mean,” he cocked an eyebrow. “Unless you’re afraid?”
partners?”
Eva let out a breath of frustration. “Oh, let’s just get started.” Eva flipped through her notebook. “Now then, I
first need to get a detailed sexual history if you—what are you doing?”
Aidan had shrugged out of his tight-fitting coat and removed his neckcloth. Eva’s eyes widened as his long,
slim fingers deftly worked the tiny buttons of his waistcoat.
“I’m undressing.”
Another button popped free. Eva was mesmerized by the simple gesture. And the increasingly wide V of skin
framed by the snowy white of his loose shirt. Eva swallowed and struggled to drag her gaze back to his face.
“Why?” She was worldly. She was sophisticated. And she could handle the sight of a little male flesh. Or even
a lot.
“I thought that getting to know your subject intimately would be a good foundation for future…research.” Aidan
dropped the waistcoat in the pile of clothing between them.
“I don’t think that’s necessary.” Eva swallowed but continued to stare at his bared flesh, just a an arm’s length
away. “I haven’t seen many men in the flesh, so to speak, but I’ve studied anatomy books…”
“Books show you nothing,” he said, grasping the back of his shirt and jerking it over his head. “Books don’t
teach sensation, or texture or scent.” He added his shirt to the growing pile of discarded clothing on the floor
between them. “They don’t teach the tingle of skin on skin contact. Books can’t teach pleasure.”
Even though she’d seen his chest, and a lot more, the previous evening, there was something very intimate
about watching him undress for her. His eyes darkened, focused on her face, gauging every reaction. The
planes of his chest were fully exposed now and, the muscles of his abdomen that formed a double row of hills
stretched all the way to the top of his trousers.
Eva blinked before bringing her gaze back to his face. “I’m not here to learn about pleasure. That wasn’t a
condition of our arrangement.”
“Consider it a bonus.”
Eva didn’t reply. It was dangerous getting sucked into his aura of desire this way. And they’d barely gotten
started. But try as she might—and maybe she wasn’t trying as hard as she ought to be—she was curious about
what he was offering. The pleasure.
“Let me show you what I mean,” he cocked an eyebrow. “Unless you’re afraid?”
My favorite story was Educating
Eva. Aidan’s subtle seduction of
Eva was the best kind of mental
foreplay and was extremely
arousing...Pick up this volume of
Secrets—you won't be
disappointed.
--Just Erotic Romance Reviews
Eva. Aidan’s subtle seduction of
Eva was the best kind of mental
foreplay and was extremely
arousing...Pick up this volume of
Secrets—you won't be
disappointed.
--Just Erotic Romance Reviews
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