by Zenobia Renquist
Even though Lulu and Hotsuma are married it seems like there are forces trying to keep them from being happy. Masato has come back and he wants his body that Hotsuma inhabits back and will do anything including giving Lulu an erotic proposal that she cannot help but say yes to. But someone else has recorded their erotic encounter in the pool room and is blackmailing Lulu.
WET: OVERFLOW by Zenobia Renquist is the sequel to WET: UNDERCURRENT and takes up where UNDERCURRENT left off. What is not to love about WET: OVERFLOW? I loved the unique approach to the ménage. After reading the love scenes in WET: OVERFLOW you just may take a second look around your shower and bathtub to make sure there isn’t a Masato lurking in there. But it wouldn’t really be a bad thing would it? But if the seductive blackmail was not enough there is a snake (for lack of better word) who will use what he overhears during an erotic interlude that will unite this threesome together.
Fans of Zenobia Renquist will love WET:OVERFLOW as much as I did and those that have not read her before will be scrambling for her backlist. I cannot wait to see what she has coming out next.
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Copyright ©2012 Zenobia Renquist
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Lulu left the room without looking back. It was taking all her willpower not to cry along with him. Voda had been her home and her family for so many years. She had worked from the ground up to become a part of upper management. She thought she might even sit in Stan’s seat one day. If working at Voda wouldn’t be seen as a conflict of interests, she would never give up her job.
But it wasn’t like she wouldn’t be working. Her talents would be used at Onsen to help her new family grow bigger and brighter. She waved to people who called out goodbyes as she left the building. When the glass exit doors slid closed behind her, she breathed in a deep, cleansing breath.
Lulu smiled at Hotsuma, who stood against his limo looking suave, wearing a dark gray business suit that showed off his lean, muscled physique. His black hair was slicked back with mousse to hide the awkward in-between stage of being past his ears but not quite to his shoulders. A pair of dark, fitted shades completed the powerful businessman look that made Lulu’s heart rate increase. “Yes.”
“That took longer than I thought.”
“Stan was crying.”
He walked forward and placed his palm against her cheek. “Not yet.”
“Don’t say that or I’ll start.” She wanted to push his hand away but stepped closer to him and laid her head against his shoulder.
He patted her head, burying his fingers in the thick curls of her loose Afro. “I’m sorry. I know how much Voda means to you.”
“I’ll be fine. In a few months, I’ll be totally okay.”
“I told you I could negotiate a merger with them and then you could stay.”
She shook her head. “No. I won’t do that to Stan or Voda. The competition with Onsen is what keeps it striving to be the best. If the two merged, then Voda would suffer, even with your powers.”
Hotsuma was a living good luck charm — an ageman. Because of his powers, his family and all of his family’s businesses in the US and Japan prospered. They might have prospered without his powers, but having them was a guarantee. No strife had ever touched the Mizuno family thanks to Hotsuma and those before him who had held the ageman power.
“As you wish.” He wrapped his arm around her shoulders. “Let’s go home.”
Lulu leaned against him as the limo drove them away from her old life toward her new one. She didn’t regret choosing Hotsuma over Voda. Nothing could ever make her regret that. But her heart still ached.
Hotsuma cupped her cheek and held her as he lowered his lips to hers. She welcomed his kiss and took comfort in it. But his hand on her breast made her pull back. “We’re in the limo.”
“I know.” He patted his free hand behind him and pressed a button. The dividing window between the driver and the back slid in place. “There.”
“That’s not very private.”
“It’s private enough.”
“Hotsuma, this isn’t right.” She said that but didn’t try to fight him when he pulled her across his lap and situated her knees on either side of his hips.
“Now it is.” He rubbed her clit through her lace panties. “And this wetness tells me you think so too.”
“You are the expert on wet things.”
“Yes, I am.” Edging her panties aside, he slipped two fingers into her hole. “Very right.”
She nodded as she bit her lip and started moving her hips so she slid against his fingers. “Oh, so right.”
Hotsuma unzipped his pants and freed his hard dick. After he scooted to the edge of the seat, he held her panties to the side with one hand and guided her down onto his length with the other.
Lulu sighed. All her sadness slipped away as pleasure took its place. “The driver deserves a raise for putting up with this.”
“Once he hears the way I make you scream, he’ll get one.”
She smacked his chest in a playful manner. “That’s not what I meant.”
“I’ll give him a bonus in his next paycheck. Happy?”
“I guess that’ll work.”
“Good. Now, then.” He hugged her waist, bringing her closer and pushing his hard arousal deeper.
She giggled when he used his teeth to unbutton her shirt and edged one of her nipples free of her underbust bra with the tip of his tongue. The man had skills. She loved when he used them on her. He flicked and suckled her nipple while moving her hips so she rode him.
The car hit a bump that made his tip bounce against the innermost part of her, sending a shot of pleasure through her body and making her moan loudly.
Hotsuma rumbled, “That’s the way. Let him hear you. He needs to earn that bonus.”
“I don’t want him to hear me.”
“Tough.” He started bucking his hips and sucked hard at one nipple while he tweaked the other.
Lulu couldn’t help the passionate sounds that left her lips. The driver had to be able to hear her. He had to. Even through the dividing window. That would explain why it felt like he was hitting every pothole and bump in the road. If she didn’t know better, she would think Hotsuma and the driver had conspired to work together so she came harder and faster.
Two men at once. The thought of it sent a thrill through her body that heightened the sensation of Hotsuma rubbing inside her. He gripped her ass, moving her so she took his full length with every stroke…