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Come Play with Me Again
A MISCHIEF EROTICA COLLECTION
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This collection is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.
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Reminds Me of You © Sommer Marsden
Wet Wednesday © CeCe Marsh
Commuter Lust © Justine Elyot
Rubbed the Right Way © Heather Towne
Loose Shoes © Lily Harlem
The Cosplay’s the Thing © Rose de Fer
The Babysitter © Alegra Verde
Taking the Count © Ludivine Bonneur
For Your Eyes Only © Senta Holland
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EBook Edition © July 2016 ISBN: 9780008190255
Version: 2016-06-10
Table of Contents
Reminds Me of You – Sommer Marsden
Rubbed the Right Way – Heather Towne
The Cosplay’s the Thing – Rose de Fer
Taking the Count – Ludivine Bonneur
For Your Eyes Only – Senta Holland
‘I thought that was you.’
I looked up from my glass of Cabernet and my heart stopped. OK, not really stopped, but it did do that floppy thing it does that reminds me of a fish flailing on land.
‘Michael,’ I said, barely able to push his name out.
He sat on the high bar stool beside me and other parts of my body responded this time. I shifted in my seat and tried to take a deep breath to regulate my pulse.
‘How are you, Claire?’ He put his big hand on mine and my breath froze in my lungs. Five years had passed since we parted ways and somehow his touch still rocked me.
‘Fine.’ It came out in a near whisper. I managed to remember my manners. ‘And you?’
‘Well, I was just thinking about you the other night,’ he said.
‘Why?’ I blurted it before I could stop myself.
‘I was travelling. The ocean reminded me of you. And a bout of … stress release led to more thoughts of you.’ He cocked one dark eyebrow and the stirrings inside me turned me inside out. I wasn’t just shifting now, I was wet.
‘I see.’ It was the cleverest thing I could think to say.
‘So what about you? You still with tall, dark, and boring?’ He waved at the bartender, pointed to my wine and held up two fingers. As usual, his demand was met with an inclined head and a hurried step.
