Melinda Duchamp

Fifty Shades of Alice in Wonderland

Chapter 1

Down the Rabbit Hole

Alice put the plate back into the picnic basket and then stared at Lewis, who was wiping a bit of lemon meringue from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve. He noticed her staring and grinned. Alice forced a smile back.

She loved Lewis. And although she was only eighteen-years-old Alice believed she would marry him someday. But now that the picnic had ended, she knew what was coming next. And Alice dreaded it.

Lewis moved closer to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and snugging her tight. “The pie was lovely, Alice.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re lovely, too.”

He moved in to kiss her, which Alice gladly accepted. Lewis was a good kisser, with full lips and a soft, gentle tongue. His hands encircled Alice’s waist, easing her back onto the blanket they’d spread over the meadow’s grass, and kissed her neck. Alice closed her eyes and wished the moment would last forever.

But it didn’t. All too soon, as she’d feared, Lewis was reaching up to unbutton Alice’s shirtdress.

She lightly pushed him away. “I’m rather tired, Lewis. Can’t we just kiss and cuddle?”