Free Notorious by Karen Erickson

Soft and fragrant and sensitive, she always shivered when his lips touched her there.
    “There’s been something I’ve wanted to confess to you for a while, but I didn’t know how to approach it. Or work up the nerve.”
    He pulled away from her so their gazes met yet again. “Tell me.” Curiosity and a fine dose of worry filled him.
    “Well.” She plucked at his shirt, her hand slipping beneath the fabric to touch the bare skin of his stomach. “There’s this fantasy I’ve had for a long time, but I never believed I’d find the one man who’d be willing to make it come true…”
    He grinned. This he could handle. “Oh, I’ll be your fantasy man. What exactly do you have in mind?”
    Her gaze lifted and met his. She nibbled her lower lip, and he swore he caught a hint of a blush on her cheeks. “What do you think about sharing me with another man?”
    Eric felt as if the wind had been knocked out of him. Sucking in a deep breath, he found he couldn’t even fucking breathe.
    More than anything, he didn’t like the thought of having to fucking share.

Chapter Six
    “No.” Eric’s voice was stern, brooking no argument and Stacy’s mouth dropped open in surprise.
    “What do you mean “no”?”
    “I said no.” He withdrew from her and started pacing the length of her living room. “I don’t want to share you.”
    His possessive words—despite not wanting to hear that particular answer—she couldn’t help but feel a little thrill at them. That he didn’t want to share her when he had no problem sharing Alexa…
    What did that mean? What did she mean to him?
    “Why not? It would just be a one-night thing. A fling. You told me you wanted me to be more adventurous.” She sounded like a cheap floozy looking for a good time, but she’d been curious. Being with Eric, talking with him, he never delved much into his personal feelings yet he had no problem describing the various sexual escapades he’d experienced. Oh, he didn’t talk about Brandon and Alexa though there were other things. Dark stuff. Sometimes lonely stuff.
    She didn’t want him to be lonely or in the dark. She wanted to share…everything with him. She wanted to be everything he could ever want in a partner. She figured by making this offer he would snap it up.
    But doubt suddenly assailed her. Could she really be what he wants?
    “Did we not just have a conversation about Alexa and Brandon and how I don’t want to be involved with them anymore? That entire scenario, it fucks with my head and I hate it. And then you hit me with ‘hey, let’s have a threesome’. Think about that. It makes no damn sense.” He stopped to glare at her, his jaw tight, eyes blazing with irritation, frustration. “You’re being kind of selfish, you know.”
    “Me? Selfish? Oh, that’s a good one. You’re the most selfish person I’ve ever met.” She leapt to her feet, thrusting her face in his so she could glare right back at him. For good measure she poked him in the chest with her index finger, catching the wince that flitted across his face. “You keep everything locked up inside you. You come around here whenever you want, you’re never consistent. We’ll hang out, fuck around, have fun, talk a little bit and then poof. You’re gone for days until you decide to come back around again.”
    Stacy stared at him. She felt as if she were in a daze. This couldn’t really be happening. She’d talked him out of not breaking up with her, and they were fighting all over again because she started it. She had to get this off her chest or she’d burst. He had to know what he was doing to her.
    “I never made you any promises when we started this,” he said quietly, his gaze dropping to the floor. As if he could hardly stand to look at her.
    “Thank God for that, or I’d be really crushed.” She stepped away from him. He was shutting down. She saw it in the way he behaved. The expression on his face, his body language, he was shutting her out.