He promises to indulge her secret fantasies, if only she dares to accept.

Sneak Peek: Show Me
© 2007 Jaci Burton
Contemporary erotic romance
Available Now from Samhain Publishing

Socialite Janine Bartolino has always been in the public eye. Managing her late father’s philanthropic interests, she keeps her pastimes above reproach. But when a surprise thirtieth birthday celebration at a private club opens her eyes to wicked pleasures, and an intriguing man offers her the chance of a lifetime to indulge her every secret fantasy, Janine takes a leap of faith…at great personal risk.

Phillipe “Del” Delacroix knows what Janine wants, even if she isn’t aware of it herself—a chance to explore the world of voyeurs and exhibitionists. Soon, the once staid and reserved woman transforms into a daring and passionate lover, giving Del everything he could ask for in a partner. But when something happens that puts Janine’s reputation, her career, all she’s worked for, in jeopardy…Del must prove that loving him is worth the risk.

See Watch Me by Shelley Bradley for the first story in the Sneak Peek Duet.


Enjoy the following excerpt for Show Me:
“Your friends thought you’d run.”

She shrugged and took a long swallow of rum. It burned, but it felt good. Courage-inducing. “They’re very adventurous. Me? Not so much.”

“So, you’re the conservative one in the group?”

“I’m hardly conservative.” Boring, maybe, but not conservative. She led a wicked, sexy, adventurous lifestyle—in her fantasies. Her reality was something entirely different.

He drained his glass and set it back on the table. “Why do I get the feeling you’re trying to convince me of something that’s not quite true?”

“My friends, Susan, Terri and Melinda have fascinating lives. One’s an author of mystery books who travels the world researching and doing nationwide book tours. One’s an actress and the other’s a model. Their careers alone are profoundly more exciting than mine.”

“And what do you do?”

“I manage my father’s estate. He’s the late Louis Bartolino.”

“Ah. I’ve heard of your father. My condolences on his death last year.”

She nodded. “Thank you. I took over the Bartolino Foundation after his death. That’s my work.”

Del crossed his arms. “Big job for one person.”

“It can be. I handle it. Nevertheless, it hardly makes me…exciting.”

His lips twitched. “I don’t know about that. I find you intriguing.”

It would be rude to snort. “Right. Of course you do.”

Del picked up their glasses and refilled their drinks. “Being exciting has nothing to do with your career, Janine. It’s an inner quality, a glow.” He walked back to her and handed her the glass, his fingers brushing hers. She felt a zing of electricity.

“You shine like a woman who has a secret.”

“I have no secrets.”

“Is that right. None at all?”

“No.” She sipped the rum, wishing she’d never come in here. Del made her uncomfortable. He was too probing, as if he knew something about her that she didn’t. Which was ridiculous.

“We all have secrets, Janine. Sometimes things even we aren’t aware about ourselves.”

“I’m an open book. Read the society section in the newspaper. You’ll find out anything you want to know about me.”

“That’s surface. Public relations. That’s not who you really are.”

She shook her head, fighting back a laugh. “Really. You’ve known me for ten minutes. Who am I?”

He shrugged and moved away from her. “Not sure. Let’s find out.” He pressed a button next to the mirror and the lights went out.

Janine startled, not sure what was happening. But then the mirror glowed. No, wait. A picture was forming. What the hell was that?

It wasn’t a picture. It was a two-way mirror. On the other side was a room, with a bed and a chair and nothing else.

There was a man and a woman in the room, both young and extremely attractive. The man was tall, well built, with cover model good looks. He was naked from the waist up, wore no shoes, only a pair of jeans with the top button undone. The woman had long blonde hair loosely cascading down her back. She wore only a scarlet red bra that barely contained her copious breasts, and a matching thong. She looked like she worked out, her body in fine shape. She was on her knees in front of the man, dragging the zipper down his jeans.

The blonde licked her lips, anticipation clearly showing on her face.

Janine licked her lips, too, her throat gone dry. What was she looking at? It was an intimate, personal moment between two people. She should turn away, walk out of the room, but she couldn’t move. Her feet seemed to have glued themselves to the floor.

And her body’s response to what she saw was off the charts. Her nipples tightened, her breasts felt hot and swollen, and her clit quivered. She was turned on in a major way, and she sent up a thankful prayer for the darkness surrounding her. What would Del think of her?

What kind of place was Sneak Peek?

As if in answer to her unspoken question, Del moved behind her, his body seemingly surrounding her, crowding her personal space. She inhaled, picking up his scent, letting it fill her. His cock was rigid against her ass as he pressed against her, letting his hands rest on her hips.

“Sneak Peek is a sex club, Janine. A club for voyeurs and exhibitionists. If you look across the room you’ll see another window. There are over a dozen people watching.”

She tore her gaze away from the couple, finding the window Del mentioned. Men and women stood on the other side of a glass enclosure, some fully clothed, others in various states of undress. Some merely observed, while there were some couples fondling each other as they watched.

“The couple you see in the other room are exhibitionists. They enjoy having sex knowing that others are watching. It heightens their pleasure. In this scenario, we’re the voyeurs.”

Oh, God. She shouldn’t be here. Not this kind of place. For so many different reasons. Her head spun in a million directions, the urge to run strong.

But still, she couldn’t tear her gaze away from the couple on the other side of the mirror, especially when the woman pulled the man’s sizeable cock from his jeans and enveloped it between her full, painted lips. The look of ecstasy on the man’s face made Janine’s breath catch. The woman’s gaze was glued to the man’s as she sucked his cock in deep. With one free hand, the woman tucked her fingers into her own pussy and began to pleasure herself.
Janine’s pussy quivered, as if she, too, could feel the sensation of finger fucking herself, could taste the man’s thick cock between her lips, could feel the heated gazes of dozens of people watching them. She wanted to close her eyes and pretend she was anywhere but here.

At the same time, she couldn’t deny that she wanted to be the woman on the other side of the mirror.

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