I Met a Boy
by Mira NoirePublication Date: October 21, 2014
Genres: Contemporary, Erotica, Romance
Synopsis:
Mrs. Danielle Russo lives a picture-perfect life with her charismatic husband. She has a beautiful home, and everything she could ask for. Except everything isn’t what it appears to be: spending every waking minute as Marcus’ model wife is starting to take a toll on Danny. To cope, Danny lives a rich, secret inner life through her job as an assistant curator and the support of a few friends. She’s accepted that her future will be quiet, restrained, and dignified. And then she meets a young man at dinner who changes everything. Nicolas Thierry is a brooding and sensual college kid. He’s unpredictable, and unapologetically public about his desire for Danny. No one quite knows what to make of this boy, and Nicolas’ attention threatens everything she and her husband have built together. Danny knows that for her own sanity and the sake of her marriage, she’s got to send him packing. But under Nicolas’ smoldering gaze and hungry touch, Danny realizes she’s starting to feel new and dangerous things stirring inside her she’s never, ever felt before
Excerpt
Very deliberately, Nicolas walks around the desk, stands beside it, and looks right down into my eyes.
I swallow. His eyes are a problem. They are so huge, so frightening. They stir things in me I can’t even name. He looks like he’s about to do something, something reckless. Panic makes me try to reason with him.
“Please, Nicolas, just . . . why are you doing this? Why can’t you just respect my answer?”
He kneels at my side, puts his hands on the arms of my chair, and turns me to face him. I feel the trembling start, the same faint trembling I’d had at the car after I’d gotten home that night, and I try to stop. But it’s hopeless.
Nicolas’ eyes, wide and framed by the black lashes that have haunted me since that night, lock intently on mine as he speaks, softly. “Because your answer, no matter how much you tell me otherwise, is yes. I can see it in your eyes.”
I swallow, licking my lips. I try to find the right words. “Then . . . then let me live with the one I’m telling you out loud.” I shake my head. “Teach me a lesson. Leave me the way I am.”
He doesn’t answer. He puts a hand to my cheek, and strokes it. I gaze back at him, not having anything else left in my brain to defend myself with. All I feel is the hot, firm slide of his fingers, and those ocean-deep blue eyes.
“Part your legs, Danielle,” he says.
It takes me a moment to understand what he’s said. I blink, startled. “Wh-what?”
He doesn’t bother with any more words. He puts his hands on my knees and pushes them apart. I start to pull away, to push away, but he does not let me go, and he comes between them, and up, and his mouth, relentless, oh so deliciously stubborn, finds mine.
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