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What The Reviewers Are Saying

The Things We Do For Love is first and foremost an erotic romance and it doesn’t make any apologies about itself. It gets right into the heart of entertaining erotic romance readers with m/m/f ménage, m/m scenes, some light bondage and voyeurism. This book is a contemporary story…with enough spice to pull readers in from the first page. What I really enjoyed about this story was that the author depicts a married couple who are still so turned on by each other and understand their sexual needs. All three adults show complete trust in each other and aim to fulfill their every need… Although Henry, Patty and Trevor may have an unconventional love you know it works for them and this is what brings pleasure in this story. ~Aggie Tsirikas, Just Erotic Romance Reviews

Excerpt

…Henry brushed his hand over Trevor’s hip, cupped his buttock, then traced the crack between his cheeks. Trevor groaned and thrust again, feeling his pre-cum smear over Henry’s smooth, rock hard torso. Henry grabbed his own cock and wiped it against Trevor’s thigh as he continued his path down Trevor’s body.

Trevor stared at his lover, his body taut with anticipation. What little willpower he possessed was funneled into keeping his orgasm at bay. Henry’s palm against his sac didn’t help, nor did the finger tickling his anus. Trevor fisted his erection and shoved Henry to his knees, stabbing for his mouth. Henry’s tongue flashed over the tip of Trevor’s penis, lapping at the milk collecting there. Tiny shock waves slithered up the length and settled in Trevor’s balls.

Henry’s lips closed over Trevor’s glans and his tongue twirled around the edge, through the slit, over the oh-so sensitive frenulum. Trevor clamped his hands on either side of his lover’s head and thrust deep. Henry took his length with a low growl, somehow managing to lick Trevor’s balls in the process. They hugged the base of his penis, ready to shoot their load.

Just a little longer. His body ignored the order. More heat rushed to his groin. He was lost in the wonder of Henry’s mouth, the joy of being with him again.

A softer cry peeled his eyes open. Patty. Her back was to them, but he could see her reflection clearly in the mirrored wall. She lay sprawled on the pillowed sofa, pussy gleaming, hands working nipples and clit, her gaze locked on them. He shifted his gaze to that image, watching the roll of Henry’s head as he sucked and licked him, the wild thrust of his own hips. Beautiful…intoxicating…orgasmic…

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