Let Me In

Let Me In

Lauren Hawkeye

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Imogen hasn’t had sex with her husband, Ty, in over a year. She’s still as attracted to him as ever, but they’ve both been looking for something new to renew their desire for one another. Yet she never thought to find it at a friend’s wedding when another couple invites them to share their bed. Ty is obviously aroused by the idea and the thought of a ménage thrills Imogen to her core. Could this be the key to rekindling their passion…and can Imogen go through with it?

Book four of Lauren Hawkeye’s Erotic Me series.

Contents

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Halibut and green beans had never been so unappetizing.

As I picked at the food that was artfully displayed on a bone-white china plate, which was in turn nestled onto a pink charger—the exact putrid pink of the rest of the wedding—queasiness settled deep in my belly.

I knew it wasn’t because of anything other than my own unhappiness.

I hadn’t had sex with my husband for more than a year. He wasn’t happy about it. Neither was I.

And still…neither of us seemed able to do anything about it. There wasn’t any easy way to break through that ice. That ice that was colorless and tasteless, yet very much still there.

Every attempt to make love in recent memory had been nothing short of a disaster, complete with tears, shouting and the inevitable consumption of copious amounts of alcohol.

Consequently I felt about as far from sexy as I could. Not to mention it was all I could think about. As I sat there, my head bowed down over my plate of typical wedding fare, strands of copper sticking wetly to my sweaty neck, I felt fat, frumpy and miserable.

It was hard to believe that I’d ever dated the groom, the still ridiculously good-looking Nick. But he’d moved on, and was marrying willow-slim, überblonde, incredibly gorgeous Suzanne. We were still friends, yes, but I was no longer the kind of woman that would, or even could, attract his attention.

I snuck a sideways glance at my husband, handsome as ever, even with his skin glistening in the heat. He’d removed his suit jacket and loosened his tie to gain some relief from the soaring temperatures, but the rumpled look only served to heighten my attraction to the man I’d pledged to love, honor and cherish only five short years ago.

If something didn’t change, and soon, I was incredibly afraid that five years was all we were going to get.

With a huge sigh, I forked up