The Game

The Game

by Jeanne Barrack

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ISBN-13: 9781622101801
Publisher: Liquid Silver Books
Publication date: 12/29/2014
Sold by: Barnes & Noble
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 91
File size: 854 KB

About the Author

I'm a native New Yorker, born and bred in Brooklyn, married for thirty-odd years (and they have been odd) to my high school sweetheart. Is it any wonder I became a romance novelist? I now live on a mountain top in rural Pennsylvania.

Although we haven't been blessed with children, we've had the pitter-patter of little Tibetan Terriers paws throughout our married life. Tibetan Terriers are called the "good luck" dog and they have been for us.

I play guitar and studied voice privately with a coach from Juilliard. I sing everything from folk music to Grand Opera-in ten languages including Gaelic and Hebrew.

Visit my website at http://www.jeannebarrack.com

Read an Excerpt

"What's so important I had to drop everything and come over?"

Kip kissed her on each cheek and led her up the stairs to the second floor. He danced her into his apartment, took off her coat and tossed it onto the living room couch, led her into the bedroom and she gasped.

Silk hangings in pink and purple and gold festooned the ceiling and walls. Fragrant smoke from incense burners permeated the air. Pillows and cushions in every color of the rainbow covered the floor and ornate, brass lanterns cast a golden glow over the scene.

Tony leaned like a pasha against a riot of plump cushions piled on the bed. Every finger bore a ring. An open, embroidered, velvet vest revealed his smooth, tanned, muscled chest, glistening with scented oils. A bleached cotton loincloth did little to conceal his semi-erect state.

"Kneel, slave, and strip."

Marcie whirled around. She'd forgotten about Kip. He'd kicked off his shoes, taken off his clothes and was similarly clad in a loincloth, but without any rich trappings.

She grinned.

The harem slave scenario--one of her favorites.

She knelt and removed her blouse and skirt, waiting for the next cue.

"Leave on your under garments and stand at the foot of the bed." Tony's voice dripped with disdain as he fell into his role of pasha. "You thought to escape with your lover, but know that the harem master found out your plans and informed me of them. Since you are so greedy for more than my attention, you shall receive it."

She almost came right then.

Tony clapped his hands and the exotic strains of Middle Eastern music danced in her ears.

Her nipples tightened. When the music came on it meantthat the guys wanted her to entertain them. They knew what an exhibitionist she was. And she knew how to tantalize them. She reached up and pulled down some of the silk hangings.

Spreading her legs, she planted her lush body in the middle of the room and passed the silk back and forth between her thighs. She rotated her hips and flexed her belly in time to the music. Totally immersed in the music, she draped the long pieces of material over her shoulders and let the ends hang from fingers. She closed her eyes and slowly began to twirl, the ends whipping around her. She danced faster and faster, her heart racing, her body wet with exhilaration until she collapsed on the floor, panting.

"Adequate, slave, adequate. Crawl up the bed and kneel between my legs. Close your eyes again when you are in your place."

She rushed to comply and placed her hands on her hips ready to take off her thong.

"Wait." Kip barked. "May I have permission to remove the rest of her garments?"

"You may, but not with your hands, use your teeth. You may commence." Tony chuckled. "Amuse me."

She heard the bed creak as Kip placed his knee next to hers. And felt his teeth pull down her thong. His tongue licked every inch of skin he passed over leaving a trail of goose bumps behind.

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