TBR reviewer: B.H.
Bobby and Chris' relationship is starting to stagnate. They're constantly bickering, and haven't had sex in weeks. On hearing this, Bobby's assistant suggests they take a long weekend to explore each other's sexuality - though she uses rather different wording - and
work on each other's fantasies. As luck would have it, Chris' friend is out of town on a business trip, and agrees to let them use his cottage up in the hills. Gorgeous surroundings, a horny boyfriend, and an agreement to between them to make the others sexual dreams come true. What more could a girl want?
Reader Advisory: This book contains light bdsm
This has a nice change to the usual steamy story. The interaction between Bobby and Chris can be lighthearted entertainment then downright naughty. The author does an excellent job with both. Then there’s poor hairy Steve in honey, the image will forever be etched into my brain. Mimi was also a great addition.
The details are a little sketchy when it came to their surroundings. This wasn’t a novella of world building. Ms. Holly’s focus was more on the relationship aspect of the plot. That only works if the author is talented enough to pull off and as you see by the rating, she is very
One Wild Weekend is a great read for a cold, lonely night or one to read with your lover.
Bobby nearly choked on her water. “What?”
“The sex.” Mimi rolled her eyes. “You know, when a man puts his pee-pee in the woman’s hoo-haa? Or maybe even her boom-boom.”
Bobby snorted a laugh. “Nut.”
“I’d hope he has two.”
She sighed and leaned in too. “To be honest, the bedroom doesn’t see much action these days. Either I’m too tired, or Chris is, or we’ve been fighting.”
Mimi nodded, then sat up again. “There’s your problem.”
“The lack of sex.”
Bobby could feel herself colour. She was no prude, but discussing such things with her assistant—no matter how well they got on—and in public, was not her idea of a fun time.
“When was the last time you two did it?”
“Uh…” Her mind rolled back to the aborted handjob that morning. That had been the most action she’d seen in too long a time. "Couple of weeks. Maybe a month.”
Mimi’s eyes went wide. “Seriously? You have a hottie like Chris living in your house, and you aren’t throwing him down every chance you get?”
“Like I said, Mimi, w—”
“You heard. You ain’t my boss when we’re at lunch so I can call BS when I need to.”
“Bullcrap is BC, not BS.” Bobby grinned. “Go on then, read me my rights.”
“Sex is vital in a relationship, honey. It affirms your love, shows devotion, and it feels good.” Mimi winked. “I was having the same problem with Steve, so we decided to put in some real effort, and it really worked. One night I came home to find him lying naked on the couch, hard as a rock and pouring honey on his chest.”
“Whoa!” Bobby held up her hands. “More than I needed to know, Mimi. And Steve? As in the guy you’re no longer with?”
“That wasn’t because of the sex—that was because I found I wasn’t the only one licking honey off his nipples.”
The conversation halted abruptly as the waiter appeared. Bobby looked down at her green salad and wished she’d paid attention when Mimi ordered hers. “I guess Chris does want to try a few things.” She sighed.
“After a day at work, though, all I want to do most nights is sleep.”
“Got any holidays you haven’t taken?” Mimi gestured with half a stick of celery.
“You’re always forgetting to use them.”
“Well, yeah, bu—”
“Take tomorrow off. Fridays are always slow. If you can get Monday too, that’s four days to
fuck like bunnies.” She bit the celery in half. “I guarantee by the time you go back to work, you won’t be making excuses about tiredness. Chris’ll be fighting you off with a stick.”