âHow does that feel? Is it too much pressure, just right or not enough?â
Marcel grunted his approval. Heâd had massages before, but never like this. Sexual tension engulfed the room, stirring something deep within him. He couldnât believe what Dominique was doing with her hands.
âAre you comfortable enough?â
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 heâd ever experienced.
Try as he might, he couldnât 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 bachelorâs 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 sheâs not reading or working on her latest novel, sheâs watching basketball, cooking or planning her next vacation. Pamela lives in Calgary, Canada, with her handsome husband, adorable daughter and precious newborn son.
Dear Reader,
I appreciate all the support and encouragement youâve given me since I published my first Kimani novel, way back in April 2007. I know itâs been only three years, but it seems like eons ago! Maybe itâs because I love writing stories about strong, intelligent women, and the confident, take-charge men who love themâlike 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. Heâs 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. Itâs a sexy office romance with a delicious twist that you wonât 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 donât mean to brag, but God also blessed me with the worldâs best parents. Mom and Dad, I love you with all my heart, always and forever.
Kenneth and Bettey Odidison, I couldnât have asked for better siblings. Iâm 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 weâre 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
âYo, man, where the strippers at?â
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 groomâs younger brother heâd had no choice but to invite him. âCaesar, for the third time, theyâre not strippers. Theyâre massage therapists.â
âRight, and Iâm saving myself for marriage!â
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 uncleâs estate was the perfect place for Willâs bachelor party, and as he watched one of the groomâs portly cousins dive into the pool, he made a mental note to add more steaks to the grill.
âThe massage therapy thing is just their cover. All the girls who work at Destination Wellness offer extra services.â
Marcelâs head whipped up. âThey do?â
âHell, yeah,â Caesar said, before adding, âfor an additional fee, of course.â