I Met a Boy by Mira Noire
Publication Date: October 21, 2014
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
He knows how to move me. His hands push against my hips and he guides me forward, to the banyan trees and their cover. The lower limbs are low enough to sit on, and he pushes me back until my bottom rests on a sturdy branch, knocking my purse from my hands to the fake forest floor. “Nicolas, no,” I whisper, looking around, realizing where we are. “Stop it.” His expression is stark, almost angry, and he methodically begins unbuttoning my blouse, then tugs it out of my skirt. He’s possessed, and I can tell there’s no turning him off this course. But I try anyway. “We’re in public, people will—“ “No one else is here,” is his terse answer. I finally look up into his eyes. They are dark, hungry, and he locks them with mine for a split second that makes me shudder. He eases over me, licks my lips in a hard, swift vertical sweep with his tongue that makes my mouth part in response, and says it again. “Close your eyes.” I close them. I feel him rustling against the leaves and dirt at our feet. He takes hold of my wrists, turns me around, and thrusts me forward. I cry out, my eyes flying open. Suddenly, I am on all fours. “Keep your eyes closed.” I do as I’m told, and feel him pushing me with his groin forward, and I move to wherever he guides me, deeper into the banyan trees. Suddenly we stop. I feel the wood chips digging into my knees. Nicolas doesn’t care. I reach blindly out to find he’s got me crammed up against the lower limb of the tree. I grip it desperately for balance. All I can hear is our harsh breathing, the insects, sprinklers somewhere off the distance, nothing but him and me. I feel his fingers slide down...
About the Author
Passion. Decadence. Drama. Mira Noire doesn't pussyfoot around. If you're looking for the typical happily-ever-after with the same old characters - they aren't here. Mira writes visceral scenes that are so real you can taste (and smell!) them, and loves to feature flawed characters you may not always like. Like or not, you'll definitely love watching them, and hopefully enjoy following them on their intensely personal erotic journeys. Mira lives in the San Francisco Bay Area, loves to travel abroad, and has a B.A. in English from Stanford University. Visit Mira at http://www.miranoire.com to get to know her world a little better.