My Sexy Saturday #115: Something About Sexy

Hello, and welcome to my stop on this week’s My Sexy Saturday Blog Hop! This week’s theme is Something About Sexy and I can’t think of anything sexier than this excerpt from SUGAR, in which Siobhan owes Charlie a thirty-second apology kiss. Anyone can give a kiss, but Siobhan is going to introduce Charlie to her alter ego, burlesque performer Sugar Malloy. By the time she’s done, he’ll be the apologizing to her!

Enjoy these seven paragraphs from Sugar, coming November 3rd!

SUGAR

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As he watched, she danced back to the desk and sat down on the edge. The way she kicked her legs and smiled at him bludgeoned his brain cells, erasing all higher thought. Posing sexily, she slid both hands down each thigh and opened the snaps holding her stockings, then undulated her way out of the lacy belt-thing circling her waist. Next came the stockings, rolled down her beautiful legs one by one.

Then she did a shoulder shake, and her bra straps fell down her arms. He was panting now; he knew it, like a dog after a female in heat, especially when she reached for the front clasp holding her bra closed. Her gaze locked to his as she held her bra to her breasts, then she opened it and let it fall to the floor.

Pasties. Bright blue sparkly pasties covered her nipples and areolae, but dear God, her full breasts sat up proudly and moved like they were real. They bounced as she sprang to her feet, stuck her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and did a heart-stopping shimmy that dropped the lacy fabric to her feet, leaving her in what he realized was a flesh-colored G-string. As the music reached a crescendo, she straddled his lap and entwined her arms around his neck. His dick surged against his zipper as her heat settled onto his lap.

He didn’t know where to look—at the full breasts pressed against his chest, the nude-colored thong that barely hid her pussy, or the bright blue eyes that gazed at him with lust, pride, and a hint of vulnerability.

“I’m sorry,” he said thickly once he remembered how to speak. “For everything I’ve done up to this point and everything coming after. I’m sure as hell sorry that I didn’t try harder to learn what you wear under your clothes.”

Her husky laugh bounced her tits and brushed her thong-covered mound against his zipper. He gritted his teeth, still not touching her though he burned with the need to run his hands up her waist to her beautiful breasts. Good things came to those who waited, right?

She sank her hands into his hair. “Apologies accepted. Now be a good boy and hold still for your thirty-second kiss.”

 

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SUGAR is book two in the Sugar and Spice series and will be published 11/3. You can pre-order it here: 

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