Free Sharing Adam by Madelynne Ellis

bliss. His body screamed for more, even as his head told him flee, but he couldn’t quite bring himself to break free. For a few fleeting moments, he imagined instead, the feel of Jude’s arms around him, holding him. He pictured them both stretched upon the carpet below, Jude upon his back with the neck of his shirt open so that a tempting sliver of skin showed. He didn’t resist as Alastair pushed his hand inside the narrow opening and spread his fingers possessively wide, although he jerked upwards releasing a sharp gasp as the caress encroached upon one nipple.
    “Alastair.” Jude’s hand remained pressed against his coat. “You do wish us well, don’t you?” He let his palm drift uncertainly downward.
    “Of course.” Alastair summoned a grin. “Of course.” You godawful liar , he cursed himself.
     
    Just shy of the west tower door, Jude cast a wary glance over his shoulder at Alastair’s drawn face. So much for a night of fun and laughter! His friend was typically as stiff as a parson in a buttonhole factory, and getting him to relax always took a great deal of port and effort, but this evening he was wound tighter than usual. What should have been a night of ghoulish idiocy was going to be darned long and painful if he didn’t settle himself soon.
    Jude twisted the tower door ring, but the latch still didn’t budge. God help them, maybe Alastair would be less spooked once they were comfortably settled and had cracked a few more bottles of that excellent elderberry wine. He gave the catch another wrench, this time putting his shoulder to the door. Finally, the rusty latch gave, sending him swinging into the room.
    Somebody really needed to spruce this old place up a bit. It was downright shameful to let it rot. But the rest of the family seemed to have the same reserve towards the place as Alastair. Maybe he could stipulate something in the marriage negotiations to help see the place opened up again.
    “Maybe we could hold the wedding breakfast in here,” he mused aloud. The remark only intensified Alastair’s scowl. Still swinging with the natural rhythm of the door, Jude surveyed the dingy surroundings. Splintered shutters covered all three windows, blocking out most of the fading daylight, although enough red pierced the gloom to allow him to discern what few furnishings remained.
    Dresser, wormy sea chest, bed. That was it. There weren’t even any curtains left on the bed, just more tattered cobwebs. Weirdly, he hadn’t spied any spiders yet, though they’d certainly been busy about the place.
    “Shall we take this one, or progress to the next?” he asked. He couldn’t honestly say he wished to sleep here, considering the fusty miasma rising from the bed.
    Alastair stuck his head over the threshold and shook his head. “I’d rather take the downstairs carpet. It reeks of mildew in here.”
     
     
     
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    About the Author
     
     
    Madelynne Ellis is a multi-published British author of erotic romance. Her novels and short stories have been published by a variety of houses both in the UK and US, and have been translated into German, Spanish and Norwegian. She is best known for her Regency set novels for pioneering British erotica publisher Black Lace, but also enjoys writing contemporary and paranormal settings. Her aim is to deliver scorching, character-driven stories that enchant, torment and don’t shy from darker aspects of life.
     
    Madelynne lives in the UK with her partner of 20 years, their two adorable children and a chocoholic rabbit. When not writing she enjoys live role-playing, solving puzzles and hanging out online.
     
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