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Erotic Fiction: Mia's Men

Mia tasted whiskey on Thomas’s lips, as he no doubt did on hers, and she found that she didn’t want to stop kissing him. She’d only planned it to be a friendly peck of gratitude, but for some unknown reason she’d remained in position, her lips fastened to his, and he hadn’t pulled away or protested.

She shifted her body closer to his, so their torsos were flush. He still didn’t pull away or protest, so she deepened the kiss, peeking her tongue out to seek entry to his mouth. Thomas let out a groan and opened to her, and now she tasted the whiskey on his tongue, too. They both still held their glasses, so their movements were limited, but Mia slid her free hand around the back of Thomas’s neck, while he wound his around her waist, pinning her in place as their kiss moved from surprising and tentative to needy and sensual.

This is probably a terrible idea. The worst idea you’ve ever had. And that’s saying something.

But despite her internal doubts, she continued to kiss Thomas, and he kissed her right back. It grew increasingly hot and heavy as their tongues twisted and thrust and danced together, and her arousal started to crowd out everything that wasn’t the here and now. Soon, Mia was entirely consumed by Thomas; by his strong arm wrapped around her, by his hot lips moulded to hers, by his heaving chest as he fought for each breath, and by the feel of his soft, thick hair clenched in her fingers.

Her body having taken over her mind, she used her grip on his hair to tilt his head back, breaking their kiss. Then, her olfactory sense full of his fresh, spicy cologne, she peppered butterfly kisses and gentle nibbles over his neck and jaw line, before shifting to his left ear and pulling the lobe into her mouth to suck on it.

Thomas’s moan, now no longer muffled by her mouth, rang out into the room and sent thrills racing through her. She released his earlobe, then licked a line down and under his chin, up to the other ear, where she repeated the gesture.

“Oh, fuck,” he said, his words a little slurred, but Mia was confident it was arousal causing that, rather than drunkenness. He’d had even less alcohol to drink than her, and all she felt was a pleasant buzz, mixed with just enough brazenness to continue what she’d started. “Oh God, that feels good.” He crept his hand down to her arse and gripped one buttock, hauling her against him. She felt the hardness of his cock through their clothes and suddenly wanted nothing more than to see it, touch it, taste it, have it inside her. Deep inside.

When she stepped back, he released her without hesitation, his eyes wide with panic. But his concern soon evaporated when she took his glass from him and put it, along with hers, down on a side table, then advanced on him once more. He grinned and held his arms wide, then wrapped them around her as soon as she stepped into them.

She tilted her head back and looked up at him. “Are you sure you’re up for this?”

He let out a splutter of a laugh, his lovely eyes crinkling at the corners. “Are you joking? I’m a man, and you’re as sexy as hell. Besides, shouldn’t I really be the one asking you that, given the circumstances?”

She smirked. “Maybe. But although my inhibitions might be the tiniest bit relaxed, I’m still in full control of my faculties. And the fact I just said all those big words without tripping over them should reassure you that I’m plenty sober enough to know what I’m doing. We’re just two adults enjoying each other, right? Having a bit of fun.”

“Well, I’ve enjoyed what we’ve been doing so far, but I think we can improve on that…” Apparently done talking, he scooped her up against him and sealed his lips to hers once more.

She relaxed into his embrace and looped her arms around his neck, glad to have the use of both hands. They picked up where they’d left off—their kiss frantic and frenzied, their mouths and tongues working hard, and their lips crushed bruisingly together.

The level of Mia’s need spiralled out of control. She wanted to fuck Thomas, and she wanted it now. She began walking, pushing him backwards towards the three-seater sofa. He stumbled a little at first, but once he realised what she was doing, he went willingly, pulling her along with him. When they reached the sofa, Mia stepped back, then gave Thomas a shove so he fell back onto the cushions.

His resultant chuckle died in his throat as she unzipped her hoodie. He remained silent as she pulled it off and tossed it onto the armchair she’d recently vacated, then bent and removed her socks. Once she’d straightened, she jerked her chin towards him, her eagerness making her impatient. “Now you.”

Without taking his eyes from her, he toed off his own socks and ditched his hoodie. The black T-shirt he wore was just loose enough that she couldn’t make out his muscles beneath it. Figuring there was an easy solution to that, Mia pointed and said with a smirk, “That, too. In fact, why don’t you just get naked?”

With a lazy lift of his right shoulder, he shot back, “I will if you will.”

“You’re on.” Thankful for the warmth the fire was now pumping out, Mia undressed, her arousal making her clumsy. Once the remainder of her clothes rested in a haphazard pile on top of her hoodie, she turned her attention to Thomas, who had, by now, divested himself of his own garments and retaken his seat. And wow, was he worthy of that attention.



Mia’s world has fallen apart. Then, just when she thinks it can’t possibly get any worse, it does.

Mia Harrington’s father just lost his brave battle with cancer. Naturally, she’s devastated. With her mother long-since dead, and no siblings, Mia has a great deal of responsibility to shoulder. She’s also the sole beneficiary of her father’s estate. Or so she thinks.

Unbeknownst to Mia, her father made a change to his will. She can still inherit, but only if she marries a suitable man within twelve months. If she doesn’t, her vile cousin will get everything. Determined not to lose her beloved childhood home, she resolves to find someone that fits the bill. What she isn’t expecting, however, is for that someone to be into sharing women with his best friend. In the meantime, Mia’s friendship with the estate gardener has blossomed into so much more.

She can’t possibly plan to marry one man, while also being involved with two others …or can she?

Mia’s Men is the first book in The Heiress’s Harem reverse harem romance series.

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Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author of erotic romance novels Stately Pleasures (named in the top 5 of’s 100 Modern Erotic Classics That You’ve Never Heard Of), Eyes Wide Open (winner of the Love Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award), The Persecution of the Wolves, Hiding in Plain Sight, and The Heiress’s Harem and The Dreadnoughts series. Including novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 170 publications to her name.

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