(Agony/Ecstasy anthology, ed. Jane Litte)
There’s nothing quite like a night at the opera.
Philadelphia, 1859. Caro’s unhappy life as a kept woman changes irrevocably when she meets a rough-and-tumble stagehand in this erotic short story.
“Is that what you are?” James had never been violent with her. Only quick. “A rough man?” Saying the words had a singularly interesting effect on her body: wetness dampened the apex of her thighs and her mouth went dry. She licked her lips.
His finger dipped to edge of her neckline, skating across the plumped tops of her breasts. Hooking that finger into the top of her bodice, he pulled, yanking her two fumbling steps forward until a scant inch separated his chest from hers. “Yes.”