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    Take Him Too
    Take Him Too
    Take Him Too
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    Take Him Too

    By Laran Mithras

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    Diana
    I reject my husband's fantasies and question his motives. I've been burned before and my husband is playing with fire. There might be a little room for compromise... but not much.

    Reed
    I married Diana because I had fallen deeply in love. I worship the ground she walks on. She's smart, bright, and brave, but she refuses to indulge my fantasy. Does she really love me or not?

    Banner
    I've always loved Diana, but now she's married. That hurt me deeply, but she has always kept me at arm's length – in the friend zone. I endure the torture of working for her every day, but I must remain strong in resisting temptation – for her sake.

    A married couple and a male friend find some common ground where none of them imagined they could meet. Three different people all with three different views and fantasies discover that each of them were wrong all along.

    175 Standard Paperback Pages, second chance romance

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherLaran Mithras
    Release dateNov 22, 2019
    ISBN9780463455944
    Take Him Too
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    Laran Mithras

    I write sexy stories that skate along the edge of modern relationships. I don't like cliffhangers, endless chapters, or ongoing fighting and misunderstanding until the last page of the book. So, I don't write those in my books. Many authors think they're being edgy and have an alpha-male alien who's never heard of Earth running around saying, Jesus Christ! every two pages. Ridiculous. So, yeah, I don't do that, either. No religious expletives in my books.I write from the standpoint of realism. My heroes and heroines are normal people who make the extraordinary leap to sexual and emotional fulfillment. Most of my stories are HEAs and are designed to provoke a deeper thought about where we stand with our relationships.I don't live with two dogs or cats who rule my life; I have two pet rats. Yeah, really.Comments on stories or other questions can be directed to: [email protected]. Connect with me on Facebook: Laran Mithras. Happy reading!

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      Take Him Too - Laran Mithras

      CHAPTER 1

      Banner Gibson

      I sliced the flesh into thin strips with vicious strokes. The knife made clean separations of the cooked chicken.

      Bittersweet.

      I was happy and sad.

      I was privileged and denied.

      I had the woman of my dreams and I couldn't touch her. I could smell her, but not partake. My thoughts were driven to lust and desperation around her, but my heart maintained firm control.

      Honor.

      She was the most beautiful woman I had ever known. Perfect for me in every way. Her grace and sublime manner magnified the feminine allure that wrapped me tightly into her orbit.

      No, I could not escape.

      Why would I even try?

      I was both in Heaven and in Hell.

      I deposited the chicken into a sandwich baggie and dropped it into my lunch sack.

      That bundle went into my briefcase.

      I worked with the woman who was my goddess. Oh, the whole coworker thing interfered, except that she was my boss. Only the two of us worked together for her agency. It would have been perfect – the two of us – working and loving together.

      I thought about her. I daydreamed about her. I masturbated envisioning her. I went to sleep thinking about her. I dreamt about her. Her voice was constantly in my thoughts, soothing and arousing at the same time. Her smile was a constant vision of comfort and recognition.

      I'm not the world's most handsome guy, but I'm not ugly. I occasionally get looks from women and men – winks and smiles. I ignore those and I do believe they get the picture when they see me fawning over Diana.

      My goddess.

      I love her, truly I do. I would give anything for her. Do anything. Sacrifice everything. She was the reason I breathed in the morning instead of giving up.

      Fate is a cruel mistress.

      My devotion to the only woman I would ever love is not returned. It is not ignored, but it is never engaged.

      Diana is married to another man.

      CHAPTER 2

      Reed Boucher

      I gripped the red pencil, poised to descend on the test paper with deliberate brutality. I didn't test my students very often, but when I did I looked for any and every excuse to make their efforts an ocean of red.

      My erstwhile desire to destroy the pristine neatness of the papers wasn't meant to be callous or cruel, but instructional.

      The looks I received from women were not lost on me. Their hopes were pinned on flirting with me to receive a passing marker and the vocational certificate my course provided.

      No, those subtle and obvious flirtations were not lost on me, but I resisted them.

      All but one, but that was in the past.

      I had married that one – the woman who had ignited my passions and dreams.

      Those flirtatious hopefuls that followed didn't seem to care that I wore my wedding ring on clear display.

      A ha… I marked red savagely through an answer and jotted joyously my educational admonition.

      In vocational school, the intent in correcting test papers was not to fail for error, but to teach for passing. Somewhat different from a school teacher or college professor, my goal was to get every single one of my students certified in Small Business Management. This was not strictly a pass-fail judgment that a student carried on to college or the workplace in apprenticeship. My goal was to equip them with what they wanted – not particularly something for which they were apt.

      I was happy teaching. I was the lord of my classroom – even so far as demanding to be called by a spurious title: professor.

      Technically a vocational teacher, I told my students on day one: I am Professor Boo-Shay.

      It was a habit I enforced for no reason except to instill in those enrolled that I wasn't going to be persuaded via bribes or flirtations.

      They had to receive the certificate and I was going to make sure they left knowing what they had to know.

      Diana had left with a certificate. She had not needed to flirt, but her perky, inquisitive attitude was a shining example to all in the class that learning could be easy – not something forced.

      Maybe because her flirting was unnecessary was the reason I found the situation so exciting? That excitement had never died. After a passionate and truly fun courtship, we had married.

      Now she worked, heading her own two-person casting agency. Hours were good when she wasn't traveling. Hours were bad when she did. A quick flight out to meet a producer or a director usually entailed overnights away from me.

      Those were hard; I missed her warm presence in the bed.

      My head ran wild those nights.

      Was my beautiful and wonderful wife meeting someone new?

      CHAPTER 3

      Diana Boucher

      I'm a lucky woman.

      Attractive enough to catch the eye of my vocational professor – that was always worth a laugh – I had found my perfect mate after a bad divorce.

      Reed was a broodingly handsome man with a volatile personality that I found incredibly masculine. In a society where masculinity was supposed to be shameful and suppressed, my femininity was stimulated and reinforced by his manly bravado.

      He was loud, rude, and very intelligent. His confidence sucked me into his orbit without any attempt on his part to lure me in. He could make my nipples hard with just a single look.

      Men flirted with me constantly in my line of work. Everyone wanted a foot in the door of success. Others on the successful side wanted action – typically blowjobs. Nothing was more of a turn-off than hearing yet another producer or director hint at me that if I gave them a blowjob, my career opportunities would be enhanced.

      Then there was Banner. He made me giggle at his silliness. Not that he was a clown, but that he was obviously infatuated with me so hopelessly that he often got tongue-tied around me. In a way, it was sweet. In another way, it was sad.

      Was he ever going to get over me?

      He was a valuable help, otherwise, and he was easy to keep at arm's length. I think he envisioned himself as honor-bound – a loyal warrior in a fantasy novel that would not dare touch me and ruin my virtue.

      I read a lot for both work and pleasure. I read scripts for work and erotica on my Kindle in my off-time. I liked the strong, alpha-male romances where the woman wears down the rock-solid man and makes him hers.

      I was that kind of a woman. Strong when I needed to be in my line of work, and soft for Reed when I was home.

      Despite my idyllic life, I felt as if time was slipping away from me in passages of work days and weeks. I made very good money, but what about Reed?

      I wasn't concerned with the fact I made more than him. It wasn't that. I was bothered that I had so much love to give him and we were so often apart.

      When would I be able to spend time with him? When could I relax for a whole day without having to read a script and make lists? When would I be able to just look at him for an entire day without my time required elsewhere?

      I had married him, but now we were two people living and loving together with work lives that kept us separated for much of the time.

      Reed wanted more, didn't he?

      I was going to be obscenely shaken.

      CHAPTER 4

      Reed

      I stared at the computer screen Sunday morning. My eyes wandered over the pictures with longing. My dick was hard and throbbing.

      Diana was a half-hour gone, heading to the airport for another Sunday flight out to meet a director somewhere in North Dakota.

      I accepted my fate in this because of her line of work.

      My hand drifted towards my erection.

      I leaned back and rubbed the bridge of my nose, instead. Her sudden departures on my days off had been frustrating at first. That thwarting of our quality time had led to thoughts and desires that required an outlet.

      I didn't need to look at porn; I was a handsome guy and I knew it. But I looked because I didn't want to take up with some chick in class for a little bit of relief on the side.

      No, I loved Diana too much for that.

      Unfortunately, the brazen pictures and videos began to excite my imagination

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