Shared at the Stroke of Midnight (Hotwife for the Holidays, #2)

The countdown is on... who will take the hotwife at midnight?

My husband wants to share me with my boss again on New Year's Eve. The three of us agree, but plans change when my company throws a last-minute party the same night. Having to go to a boring office party instead of having a wild night with my boss while my husband watches is disappointing, to the say the least.

Luckily my boss, Dean, is full of surprises. Not only does he tell us that our naughty plans are still happening—he's even got a private conference room picked out for us—but first, he wants to tease me. He gives me a pair of very revealing lingerie to wear under my dangerously short dress at the party...

Is another night of passion with my boss worth playing his controlling games? It seems to me that Dean is getting a little too comfortable telling my husband and me what to do in the bedroom. After all, we invited him to help us fulfill our wife-sharing fantasies, so why does it feel like Dean is the one in control here?

And why do my husband and I like it so much?


EXCERPT:
When everybody is distracted with applauding and cheering for all the winners, I sidestep around the podium and briskly make my way to my husband.
When I reach him, I grab his hand, not stopping for anything, and drag him back to the conference room where my boss had taken us earlier.

"I need to be taken right now," I say in Adrian's ear. Between his and Dean's fingers making an aroused mess of me all night, I can't take any more teasing. I don't know when Dean planned on sealing the deal tonight at the party, but I certainly can't wait any longer. Maybe the gifted lingerie was just another mind game to get me all worked up for nothing. For my boss's amusement. Well, we don't need him.


I pull Adrian into a passionate kiss, wrapping my arms around him as our bodies collide in a needy frenzy. "You looked so hot up there," Adrian says. He buries his head in my neck and trails kisses over my skin.

The back of my thighs bump against the conference room table, and I hop onto it, pulling my husband against me. Just then, the conference room door bursts open and Adrian jumps backward to see who it is.

It's my boss.