We all have them. Need them and fulfill them….right? Or a least want to. How often do you?
I finished a story and submitted it the other day. So my fingers are crossed on getting an acceptance. I won’t say the proposed title yet, just in case it gets rejected. But, I’m going to give you a little excerpt. Let me know what you think!
Faye sighed again and caught a napkin fluttering across the counter in the tropical breeze. Absently she dabbed her perspiring forehead with it. A sense of peace filled her, taking up the space where worry had been. She glanced over at Vance again. How long would she stay here? With him. This stop was supposed to be just a breather. But he was starting to fill her with some even better feelings than the calm she so welcomed. She had some thinking to do. Should I stay or should I go?
Heat flushed her cheeks and her nipples hardened as was often the case in his presence. He didn’t even have to touch her and her body reacted so strongly it snagged her breath away and her pussy throbbed. She nearly swallowed her tongue when he glanced at her. Had she moaned or something?
His blue eyes imprisoned her and she didn’t move. A slow, lazy smile widened his lips making her heart trip over itself. That was a bad sign wasn’t it? She couldn’t fall for him and was determined she wouldn’t. Fuck buddies, that’s all she wanted from her meat man, her hunky chef. Wanted just his amazing bod.
“Thinking about me?” His voice was just as slow and sultry as his smile, with a deep timbre that wrapped around her like hot honey.
“Uhm, maybe.” Faye squeaked, and tried to clear her throat gracefully.
“Tell me. If you were thinking about me and all the things you want me to do to you later, I’d like to hear them.” Vance carried on slicing the papaya in front of him as if they hadn’t even spoken. His hands, large and tanned, touched the soft flesh with just as much care as he handled her.
She watched the movement, licked her lips and boiled inside. The Florida heat, only slightly tempered by the Gulf breeze blowing in off the sparkling waters, swept over her skin like a soft wet tongue.
And a visual treat of John Quinlan…since I don’t have a cover for this yet not accepted story 🙂