I knew their rhythms so well by now I could recognize the signs that she was about to come. When she did so it was with a ladylike sigh, but the deep glow on her face betrayed the real passion she felt. As he let out a deep masculine groan I took my clitoris between my thumb and forefinger and gave it a little twist to push myself over the edge into my climax. As I did so, the woman turned her beautiful face up toward mine and made direct eye contact. Unable to control my orgasm, I came so forcefully that my legs buckled beneath me and my upper body fell to the floor with a thud. At this point, the expression on her face changed to one of horror. I hadn't had any idea that she could see me through the crack in the floor, but she knew someone was watching her. She knew someone knew her secret. Hurriedly I replaced the carpet, crawled into bed, and hoped that she wouldn't knock on the door demanding to know why I had been spying on her.

I wasn't surprised when they never came back, and a couple of evenings later, I sealed the hole with newspaper. Within the week I found my own Parisian waiter, who was more than willing to make my ancient bed-springs creak for the remainder of my stay in France. But the memories of their bodies, the sight I'd seen, kept me in sexual fantasies for years, and I believe the erotic inspiration they gave my writing is the reason my last novel sold as well as it did. In fact, I dedicated my book to them, even though I didn't know their names.

THE END OF THE PIER SHOW

What's better than having a gorgeous, charming man absolutely aching with desire for you? Having two guys aching for you, that's what. When her gay best friend Rick fell in love for the first time, Kyra worried that it would drive them apart.