Welcome to Fantasm Island! Leave your inhibitions at the door and let your fantasies soar.
“Dayum.” Evan Knight’s duffel bag dropped to the ornate tiled floor with a thud. Sweat beaded her upper lip and rolled off her body everywhere else. Her forehead, the small of her back, between her breasts. “Look at all those chests.”
“Makes you want to dive right in, doesn’t it? Part the sea of male specimens.” Kiley came to a stop next to Evan, so close their shoulders rubbed. She leaned over as if to whisper, but what she said could have been heard on the mainland. “Which one do you want?”
Evan smiled. “I don’t know, I don’t care, but it better be that one.” She pointed none too shyly at the most gorgeous man she’d ever seen in her life. The same half-naked man currently surrounded by a throng of other women.
“Mmm,” Kiley sighed, clearly not paying any attention to Evan’s god of choice. “Methinks I like the redhead stroking his… Oh my God. Have you ever seen one that big? It’s huge!”
Evan reluctantly removed her gaze from the sandy-haired Adonis. “Wow. That is impressive.”
Kiley clasped Evan’s hand and tugged them both toward the man in question. Evan guessed it was okay to leave her bag unattended for a few minutes. Fantasmagorical was a private resort after all, only invited guests and the employees were permitted on the property.
Before they even reached the man, Kiley was already talking. “That is beautiful.”
“Thank you.” His green eyes lit up and Evan watched them touch on every inch of Kiley’s hourglass figure before settling on her face.
Evan snorted. He didn’t even look at her. Too bad, because he was rather yummy.
“Is it as soft as it looks?” Not one shy bone in her best friend’s body.
“So big. May I touch it?” Kiley’s fingertips were already stretching toward the object of her fascination.
“If it would please you.”
She hesitated. “Will it bite?”
The corners of his mouth quirked. “I would never allow it to hurt a guest, my sweet.”
Jeez, looked like Kiley had already been claimed. A sharp bark of laughter followed by several female giggles made Evan turn to the man who’d first garnered her notice, and sigh. Probably no way in hell of attracting that particular Adonis’s interest. Not with that many women already vying for his attention. Besides, she didn’t have the perfect shape of Kiley or, apparently, the wiles of any of his groupies. But he was built to the specifications of all her fantasies…
Annmarie McKenna explores the attraction and emotions involved in this threesome and you feel the agitation and anxiety as the situation works toward culmination. This was a finely crafted portrayal of an alternative lifestyle. Evan is a lucky woman and I wouldn’t mind switching places with her for a lifetime.
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