What Caroline Wants

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“Care, can you get the door?” Jace called. “I’m still in the basement!”

Caroline got up from her office chair and padded through the dining room and into the foyer. It was seven o’clock on a Friday night, a strange time for anyone to show up at their doorstep. Piper and Michael were the only ones who would drop by at this time of night, but they were out of town, working on their “sex issues,” as Piper put it to Caroline yesterday. The plan was for them to have a deep heart-to-heart about their sex life, and maybe throw in some kinky sex. Caroline knew this only because she and Piper had had their first Sexual Therapy for Deviants meeting last night, or STD meeting, as Piper had christened it after a few glasses of wine.

Caroline had been thrilled with the idea of getting together on a regular basis to discuss their issues. It’d been three weeks since Piper had come to rescue her in the hotel, and Caroline felt less guilty every day about the entire ordeal.

But she had to give credit where it was due—to her awesome husband—for most of her recovery. True to his word, he’d done everything in his power to make her feel like she’d done nothing wrong, and that she was all he needed.

And she was grateful for that.

Jace was in the basement right now, putting back together the things he’d dismantled in their sex room. When she’d arrived home that day, she’d found that Jace had cleaned their basement bedroom out, leaving nothing but the bed and dresser.

Caroline had asked him to put it back the way it was this week, and they’d been exchanging some light sexual banter. Caroline was excited to see what would come of it.

She felt ready.

Jace even planned a sexy night for them on Saturday, but he wouldn’t breathe a word about the details. She was giddy thinking about it as she parted the curtains and peeked out to see who was outside her door.

There was no one there.

Tentatively, she cracked it open. She wasn’t in the mood to chitty-chat with any door-to-door salesman, or her mother-in-law, for that matter.

“Who’s there?” Jace asked, coming up behind her.

“I don’t know. So far, no one.”

Jace rested his hands on her shoulders and leaned his head out to take a look. “Hey, there’s a package on the ground.”

Sure enough, there was a little white box, about the size of a coffee cup, tied with black ribbon, sitting on their stoop.

“There’s a note attached,” Caroline said as she opened the door wider and reached down to pick the gift up, glancing around to see if she could spot any cars or people walking away.

All was quiet.

She brought the box inside and closed the door, glancing up at her husband. “It’s the size of a large jewelry box. What could it be?” She shook it, bringing it to her ear. There was a small thump inside, but nothing clinked.

Jace laughed. “Well, it’s definitely not a bomb. Open the card first.”

“This is not from you, is it?” She narrowed her eyes at her crafty husband. “And tell me you’re not trying to make me think I have a secret admirer.”

“No, I swear.” He held up his hands. “But seeing how excited you are, damn, I wish I’d thought of it first. Your birthday is coming up. Now I’m going to have to up my game.”

“There’s no postage on it.” She turned it over. “It can’t be from my mother. Plus, she’d never use a black ribbon. She’d think it was too somber for a gift. But I happen to think it’s classy.” Caroline tore the little card off the top. It had J&C Stratton scrawled across the front in perfect script. She opened it. Jace leaned over her shoulder to read it with her:

We are beyond sorry that our night together ended so badly. Please forgive us.

This belongs to you. ~ The Slaters

Inside was a small disc.

Caroline gasped. “Is this what I think it is?” She glanced up at her husband.

“I believe it is,” Jace said as he reached for the box and carefully lifted out the cookie-size disc that was nestled in some silky fabric to protect it. “They gave us our video back.”

“Why would they do that?” Caroline said. “I mean, it’s…so bold.” They hadn’t had any contact with the Slaters since that night.

Jace scratched his head. “My best guess? They know how you’re feeling, and with this”—he nodded at the disc in his hand—“you get to see it’s not such a big deal after all? Kind of like watching everyday porn?”

“That’s a shitty guess.”

Jace tossed his head back and laughed. “Well, no matter what the reason, I’m happy you’re joking about it instead of collapsing on the couch like you did after you came home from the hotel. I’m not sure the cushions could take the abuse again.”

“I didn’t collapse, per se,” Caroline said. “I was exhausted from my ordeal and needed to rest.”

“For two full days?”

Caroline snorted. “I needed recovery time.”

“Yeah, and an excuse to eat more of that ice cream,” Jace teased.

“Damn straight. That’s the best stuff I’ve ever tasted. Ice cream has healing powers, you know.”

Jace’s eyebrows rose, and a slow, sly look crossed his face. “You only swear when you’re turned on.” He flicked the disc in front of her eyes. “Seeing this got you hot, didn’t it? Answer me!” He tossed his head back, laughing some more. “I think the Slaters might be geniuses.”

Caroline bit her lip. “Okay, they are far from geniuses. But they are sexy, and Emma is extremely flexible, and I want”—she plucked the disc out of her husband’s hand before he knew what hit him—“to watch this right now.” She ducked under his arm and took off.

Jace caught her by the basement door, picking her up around her middle as she laughed. “Are you serious?” he asked as he turned her, pushing her up against the wall. His look was hazy with need. “I’m into it if you are, but are you sure you’re ready? I don’t want a couch relapse.” He bent his head and covered her mouth with his.

The kiss was desperate and needy.

“I’m sure,” Caroline panted as they broke the kiss. She’d been thinking about little else for three solid weeks. Piper had been a big help in that department. That girl knew her neuroses front to back.

Jace’s lips trailed down her neck, and he began to kiss her collarbone. “Do you think we will be able to hear our own moans in the background? Or hear the sounds of me fucking you?”

Her breath hitched.

Would she be able to hear herself? Or hear Jace?

That would be beyond hot.

She got a wettie instantly. She sighed. “I hope so.”

Jace lifted her up, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. “You amaze me,” he murmured, angling his head down for another kiss. “And I’m going to enjoy fucking you while we watch this.”

Caroline moaned. “And I’m going to enjoy being fucked.”

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NOW FOR A SNEAK PEEK OF BOOK TWO in the PUSHING THE BOUNDARIES SERIES…turn the page…

Sneak Peek

WHAT PIPER NEEDS

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“Honestly, Piper. You never listen to me anyway. If you did, you might find my advice helpful.”

“I do listen. It’s just hard to focus when, you know, focusing takes so much of my brainpower.” Piper Collins sat in her usual spot, a comfy overstuffed chair by the window, half-listening to her sex therapist, Marianne Cummings, talk about all the changes she needed to make in her life, half-daydreaming about seeing her husband, who was currently away on business.

Piper suppressed a snicker when she thought of her therapist’s last name, which she often did, sometimes right in the middle of a session. She’d chosen this woman solely based on her moniker.

Come on. It’d been a no-brainer.

Piper had been seeing her weekly for the last eight years, without fail, and Marianne was worth the money. But Piper never took her advice.

Well, hardly ever.

Piper was a little more attentive today because she was looking forward to sharing Marianne’s sage advice with her bestie, Caroline Stratton, for their weekly STD meeting tonight, which included wine, lots of laugher, lewd jokes, and plenty of talk about sex.

The acronym stood for: Sexual Therapy for Deviants.

It was an utterly nonsensical name for their wine-soaked therapy sessions, but Piper thought it was funny, so she had christened it as such the very first night, and STD it had stayed.

Caroline, her best friend and neighbor, had gone through her own sexual metamorphosis a few months ago, and was still adjusting. Michael, Piper’s husband of almost ten years, had spilled the beans about their own extracurricular-sex lifestyle, which had propelled the Strattons into their own experimentation. But Caroline wouldn’t be caught dead talking to a stranger about sex. It had been hard enough for her to open up to Piper.

Piper figured sharing what she learned from Marianne was her way of paying it forward.

But, in reality, the new weekly STD meetings were helping Piper almost as much she could see they were helping Caroline. Caroline had actually made Piper feel more normal than she had in years, so there was something to be said about your girlfriends being your best counselors.

Marianne interrupted her thoughts. “It’s a wonder your brain isn’t the consistency of scrambled eggs with all that’s going on in there. I see you’re thinking about something hard.”

“No scrambled eggs in here.” She tapped the side of her head. “I’m just really good at compartmentalizing.”

“I’d say avoiding is a more apt description of what’s going on inside that mind of yours.” Marianne took her glasses off and let them rest on her chest, dangling from the rhinestone chain Piper gave her as a gift years ago.

“Fine, avoiding. But, whatever. It’s not going to happen.”

“I think you should rethink that,” Marianne told her. “It’s more than time for you to stop being afraid of your own sexual happiness and jump back into the mix. Start risk-taking again. No more watching from a safe distance, left out of the fun. You’re such a vibrant soul, Piper. It’s a pity to keep missing out on all the sexual adventures that await your pleasure.” Ms. Cummings was a product of the sixties. She advocated a lot of free love, which Piper was totally on board with.

But this was different.

Jumping in could produce a ripple effect that she might not recover from this time. At least, that was her greatest fear. “I’m not afraid. I’m terrified. What if that”—Piper waved her hand in the air aimlessly—“thing happens again? I can’t risk it. I don’t feel ready.”

“That thing? You mean your mental breakdown?”

“Um, yes. Exactly that.”

Piper still had trouble admitting it had ever happened.

It’d been a dark time in her life, and it had been a blessing that she’d been out of it for only a few weeks and not months—or even years. In the thick of it, she’d felt like the weight of the world was crushing the life out of her. For days on end, she’d felt as though she couldn’t breathe. Michael had finally coaxed her out of it, with lots of love, patience, and understanding. But she wasn’t willing to risk those heavy emotions again, not even for something she needed desperately—to feel the intense pleasure of sex again. To be titillated.

To have an orgasm shake her to her core.

“Well, that was over eight years ago,” Marianne reminded her, “and from everything you’ve told me, you’re no longer satisfied with your sex life the way it is right now. Things are going to have to change, or it’s going to adversely affect your marriage. You’ve been participating in open sex for the last nine years, and you’ve assimilated very well. My advice is to start putting yourself out there so you can begin to find real satisfaction again, and in the process, strengthen your marriage.”

“Or things can just stay the same.”

Marianne chuckled.

Piper didn’t think it was unprofessional for her therapist to laugh at her. They’d been together for too long to not be completely comfortable with one another.

“I know that’s your fear talking,” Marianne said, “and I’ve been saying the same thing to you for the past year to no avail. So you’re either going to listen or you’re not. But now that you have this friend to confide in—what’s her name again?”

“Caroline.”

“Yes, Caroline. Maybe she can help you uncover the path you need to take better than I can. Piper”—she leaned forward in her straight-backed chair—“there is sexual fulfillment in your future if you allow it to happen. Lots of it. All you need to do is make up your mind to live again, and it will happen for you.”

Now it was Piper’s turn to chuckle. “I have news for you. Caroline is not going to advocate me swapping things up. She had her own little run-in not too long ago, and she’s still recovering. She will want me to stay nice and safe.”

“Have you explained everything to her?”

“Not exactly.”

“Try it. She might surprise you.”

* * *

“I think you should fuck the shit out of him.” Caroline drained her third glass of wine and peered over the rim at Piper, her eyebrows up at her hairline. “What? Too much?”

“Caroline Elizabeth Stratton!” Piper belly-laughed. “I cannot believe that just came out of your proper Southern mouth! I’m totally aghast!” She really wasn’t. Piper loved Caroline’s new confidence. She’d like to take credit for her growth, but really, it was in thanks to her husband, Jace. That man would do anything for her, and Caroline had finally accepted that.

Caroline set her glass down and smiled like a shrew. They were in Piper’s kitchen for a change, the breakfast nook, to be exact. “You are not even a little aghast,” Caroline replied. “You love this new side of me. But let’s get back to the real issue here, because I’m having trouble wrapping my brain around the fact that you haven’t had an orgasm in six months! And this is the first I’m hearing about it! What the hell, Piper? I thought we shared everything now. I shouldn’t have to remind you that you’re the one who’s responsible for me being in this lifestyle at all, which has been less than six months. You sat in my kitchen and painted this fantastical picture of raw carnal pleasure, delights around every corner, and you’re not even living it! What a farce!”

Piper didn’t answer for a moment. Instead, she swirled the wine in her glass. The ruby liquid arced close to the rim, leaving behind a thin film. This was one of her favorite wines. A Cabernet mix. She saved the good stuff for her nights with Caroline. They usually met at Caroline’s because she worked from home and it was easy for her to host. But Michael was out of town, and Piper had taken a rare day off from her hectic job at the ad agency and had made them a bunch of their favorite foods, including guacamole, which Caroline was currently munching on. Piper set her glass down and rested her arms on the table. “I couldn’t tell you before because it’s embarrassing. I used to be the orgasm queen. I could have ten in a row. Now, zilch, nada, nothing. Telling you I was failing in the sex department when you were all hopped up on it all wasn’t going to happen. I don’t do Debbie Downer. I’m Debbie Upper. You should know that by now.”

Caroline leaned over the table, chip in one hand and a recently refilled wine glass in the other. “Well, we’re going to fix your sex slump. You just have to leave it to me…”

About the Author

Amanda Abbott lives in the Midwest. She’s the author of many books, both on her own and some published in New York. She loves traveling, seeing the world, and above all she loves to write. These stories have blossomed out of her pure love of all kinds of romance, but especially humor + sexy combined. Taking the question of “what if” and making it real was an absolute thrill to write. And there’s more where that came from! To keep up with new series and new releases, be sure to visit www.authoramandaabbott.com and sign-up for her newsletter.

Other books by Amanda Abbott

What Piper Needs

What Emma Craves

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My thanks to:

Cover design: Clarissa Yeo/Yocla Designs

Digital and print formatting: Author E.M.S

Copyedits/proofs: Joyce Lamb

Final page proofs: Dana Waganer

Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2