Pamela Yaye - Pleasure for Two

Marcel grunted his approval. He’d had massages before, but never like this. Sexual tension engulfed the room, stirring something deep within him. He couldn’t believe what Dominique was doing with her hands.

“Are you comfortable enough?”

To keep from moaning out loud, he nodded in response. Marcel felt as if he was about to blow. Dominique cupped, kneaded and stroked his body with such urgency that lines of electricity zipped down his back. Each bolt was stronger than the last, deeper and more intense than anything he’d ever experienced.

Try as he might, he couldn’t stop himself from wanting her, and he finally gave up after a valiant effort. His eyes shot open when he felt her hands on his backside. Lifting his head off the table, he turned and stared over his shoulder at her. His vision was clouded with lust, but he saw the heat in her eyes. Dominique had sex on the brain, and when she slowly licked her lips, Marcel jumped to his feet. Now it was on.

has a bachelor’s degree in Christian education and has been writing short stories since elementary school. Her love for African-American fiction and literature prompted her to actively pursue a career in writing romance. When she’s not reading or working on her latest novel, she’s watching basketball, cooking or planning her next vacation. Pamela lives in Calgary, Canada, with her handsome husband, adorable daughter and precious newborn son.

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Dear Reader,

I appreciate all the support and encouragement you’ve given me since I published my first Kimani novel, way back in April 2007. I know it’s been only three years, but it seems like eons ago! Maybe it’s because I love writing stories about strong, intelligent women, and the confident, take-charge men who love them—like Dominique and Marcel in Pleasure for Two.

To earn some extra money and help her kid sister out financially, Dominique King becomes a certified masseuse, and builds up an impressive client list within just weeks of completing the course. At a pool party one sweltering August afternoon she meets a dark, broad-shouldered hunk named Marcel Benoit. He has the thickest, sexiest lips she has ever seen, and when they touch, sparks fly. Acting on her impulses has never felt more right. But one reckless night of pleasure has serious consequences for the couple.

Marcel is ready to change his bachelor status. He’s nothing if not determined, and he sets out to prove to Dominique that he can be trusted with her heart.

Look for my next novel, Promises We Make, in February 2011. It’s a sexy office romance with a delicious twist that you won’t see coming! And be sure to visit me at www.pamelayaye.com.

Until next time,

Pamela Yaye

Jean-Claude and Aysiah, you mean the world to me, and I feel truly blessed to have such a loving husband and daughter.

I don’t mean to brag, but God also blessed me with the world’s best parents. Mom and Dad, I love you with all my heart, always and forever.

Kenneth and Bettey Odidison, I couldn’t have asked for better siblings. I’m glad we all grew out of that crazy teenage phase (it was never fun breaking up your fights! haha). You guys are two of my favorite people, and I am counting down the days until we’re all together again.

Sha-Shana Crichton: Your support and friendship mean a lot to me. Thanks for taking a chance on me and believing that I could make it in this business.

Kelli Martin: Thanks for pushing me to dig deep and to write a story that readers will love and that I can be proud of. (And for not shortening my love scenes!)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Epilogue

“Yo, man, where the strippers at?”

Marcel Benoit mopped the sweat from his brow and continued loading the cooler. If it were up to him, Caesar would be at his dorm instead of at the bachelor party, but since the college senior was the groom’s younger brother he’d had no choice but to invite him. “Caesar, for the third time, they’re not strippers. They’re massage therapists.”

“Right, and I’m saving myself for marriage!”

Ignoring him, Marcel ripped open another case of Bud Light. It was a typical August afternoon in Seattle, and although dark fleecy clouds sailed across the sky, the air was warm. His uncle’s estate was the perfect place for Will’s bachelor party, and as he watched one of the groom’s portly cousins dive into the pool, he made a mental note to add more steaks to the grill.

“The massage therapy thing is just their cover. All the girls who work at Destination Wellness offer extra services.”

Marcel’s head whipped up. “They do?”

“Hell, yeah,” Caesar said, before adding, “for an additional fee, of course.”

“Why didn’t you say anything sooner? If I had known it wasn’t a reputable spa I never would have used it.”

“I know. That’s why I didn’t tell you!” Wearing a crooked half smile, he slipped on his gray aviator sunglasses. “You could use some TLC, man. You’ve been miserable ever since that Sarita chick dumped you, and hooking up with a hot babe would do wonders for your psyche. I know you get plenty of heat from the girls on the Seattle University campus, but the sisters who work at Destination Wellness look like centerfolds!”

Marcel glanced over at the group of guys playing poker. As best man, it was up to him to keep the groom on the straight and narrow. If he didn’t, Will’s fiancée would go ballistic. Since it was too late to cancel the six massage therapists, he’d just have to keep Will close and be on the lookout for any home wreckers.

“I’m going to go call my girl,” Caesar announced, fishing out a Heineken from the cooler. “See you later, man.”

“When’s the grub going to be ready?” hollered the groom, packing a handful of tortilla chips into his open mouth. “I’m starving. Hook me up with a hot link or something!”

Chuckling, Marcel turned back toward the grill. He added more steaks to the bottom rack, slathered them with a coat of barbecue sauce and closed the hood. “Listen, before you guys get wasted, I’d like to make a toast.”

The groom lowered his cards. “All right, but make it quick. I’m on a winning streak,” he said jokingly.

Everyone quieted down and Marcel began.

“Will Arroyo was one of the first people I met when I moved from Mauritius five years ago. He helped me get settled into my new place, showed me around Seattle and hooked me up with my first job.” He raised his beer bottle in salute. “I wish you nothing but the best, man. You’ve always looked out for me, and if not for you I probably would have frozen to death that first winter!”