Stanton Adore

By: T L Swan

Acknowledgements

I would sincerely like to thank my dear friends who have read Stanton Adore and offered endless encouragement, I would not have had the confidence to do this without you. If I have given this book to you to read, I dearly value your friendship and know that you know… Deep down I am crazy.

My very trusted first round of readers. Jo, Emma, Vicki and Andrew. You read my chapters as I wrote them, I will forever be in your debt… Thankyou.

A special mention to Andy who has never read a romance novel before, let alone one of an erotic nature. I cringed every time I clicked the send button to you. You surprised me every time with positivity and grace.

My second round of readers who read the book when it was finished. Brooke, Selena, Jolene, Rachel, Renee, Anne, Carly, Gia, Nicole, Mel, Bridget, and Bee.

My wonderful three children and husband who have watched me type for hours every chance I got and who still loved me anyway. They all told me continually that they love my book, when they had never read a single page.

To my Mum and Dad, I am who I am because of you. I only hope I can be half the parent that you have both been to me, my sisters and brother as we grew up. I love you both dearly. Thankyou.

A special mention to my beautiful Mum who has read the book nearly as many times as I have. Your support and love of the story has made it all worthwhile.

Thankyou and I love you. Xxx





Adore





Have you ever had a moment? A specific moment in time.

When you know the next decision you make is going

To change the course of your life.

And if so, do you go forward or walk away,

Knowing that heart break is imminent

This is what I’m trying to decipher

This is my story

I’ll let you be the judge





Memories… strange things that they are. Every human brain has millions upon millions of these, however it chooses only certain ones to recall in your conscience. To put into your psyche. How does it decipher which ones to wipe and which ones to forget, and which ones to replay again and again? And does the human brain have the ability to exaggerate memories? Make the highs higher, the lows lower, passion more tender, the orgasms stronger.

Think about it. Which ten memories are poignant to you? Good or bad, they are usually connected to life–changing events. Moments in time that stand still and, in course, change the direction you are headed within your life.

My name is Natasha Marx. As a Clinical Psychologist I spend my days dissecting people’s minds, dealing with their memories. Mostly trying to erase them or at least repress them. Help them move on from the shadows of their souls. I blow out a breath and I shake my head, staring into space as once again the movie screen that is my brain replays the motion picture. Dredging my heart out with it on its way. Captivating an audience of one to a tender erotic time of my life.

A time when choices were made easily and unguardedly. A time when the side effects of my actions held no consequence for anyone concerned.

A time of innocence and betrayal.





Chapter 1

His breathing is laboured, like he’s gasping for air. My heart races out of control as anticipation of his next move thrills, excites and petrifies me all at the same time. I sigh gently, and my eyes close as I roll my head to the side to allow him greater access to my neck.

“So beautiful,” he whispers. My god, if someone had told me two weeks ago that I would be here, doing this with him in the middle of the night, in a tent with both sets of our parents only thirty metres away, I would think they’d need their head read. I can’t believe it myself. What the hell am I doing? I am way out of my depth.

He smiles into my neck, “Precious girl can you feel me? Feel how ready you are for me?” He gently and slowly adds another finger into my sex and tenderly takes my erect nipple into his mouth between his teeth and draws his head back. The wet sound of my arousal hangs thick in the air. I take a deep breath as my legs instinctively open wider. My knees bent high, my back arches and my hips gently rotate. My body takes over as I start to ride his strong thick fingers. I bear down, needing more. My wet centre is blessed with yet another burst of creamy arousal. His fingers ease in and out stretching me open, preparing me as he gently runs his open lips back down my neck. His breath is shaking as he tries to control the raging hormones that threaten his undoing. He leans up onto his elbow and looks down at me. “I need this…please… let me make love to you.” He runs the tips of his four fingers over my swollen flesh in a circular motion grazing my clitoris. My body jerks in response. His forehead rests against mine and his eyes bore into me, then my breath catches as my eyes close. “God I want you Tash… please…, I’ve never wanted anything so much.” He grazes my neck again with his teeth. My senses are under assault, my brain ceasing to operate.

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