My
snog today is actually sweet—scarcely
more than PG.
Just
for a change!
This
one is from my erotic thriller Exposure, which as a whole is
definitely not PG...
When
you’re done with my excerpt, I hope you’ll visit Victoria’sSunday Snog page, where you’ll find links to lots more sexy kisses.
Jimmy
looks up from his notepad. He suddenly sees how upset I am.
“Jeez,
I’m sorry, Stella. Just doing my job. I get carried away.”
“That’s
okay. It’s just—I really don’t like to think about it.”
Jimmy
comes around to my side of the desk. “I’m so sorry. God, Stella,
it must have been horrible.” He gives me a brotherly hug.
His
strength feels wonderful. I relax a little and let him comfort me. He
strokes my hair back from my face, murmuring nonsense into my ear.
“Poor girl, I’m so glad that you came to me. I’m sorry to be
such a dolt. If there’s anything I can do...” Nothing has
changed, but for a moment it seems as though the weight of the world
has been lifted from my shoulders.
Then
I notice two things. First, his arm is around me and his fingers are
brushing against the side of my breast. It’s casual, almost
unconscious, but my nipples contract and throb in response. Second,
there’s a hard protrusion pressed against my thigh, conflicting
with the supposedly innocent nature of this embrace.
I’m
sorely tempted to give in and accept more intimate comfort, but I
have a feeling that would be a mistake, at least right now. Gently, I
push him away, glancing down at his tented trousers as I do so. A
blush creeps over his blunt features.
“Thanks
for your support, Jimmy. The main thing that you can do for me is to
keep me out of this as much as possible. Keep it quiet. If Joey from
the Peacock found out, he might not be too crazy about having me work
there.”
“There’ll
be an investigation. There might be a trial. Will you testify?”
“If
I have to. But I hope that it won’t be necessary.”
“I’ll
do what I can, Stella.” He notes my limp as I stand up to leave,
and grabs my hand. “Hey, are you hurt?”
“I’ll
be okay, Jimmy. Hazards of the profession.” He doesn’t let go of
my hand, and I see that his erection has not subsided. I melt a bit
at the sight. “Thanks for everything.”
“Thank
you, for coming out about this. You’ve made things a lot easier for
us.”
There’s
an awkward silence. He’s squeezing my fingers, hard, but I don’t
think he realizes it.
“You
look fantastic, Stella.”
“Thanks,
Jim...”
“Maybe
we could get together some night, for dinner, or something? Catch up?
Or talk about old times? I feel bad that we haven’t kept in closer
touch.”
I
pull my hand away. Simultaneously, I lean over and kiss him lightly
on the cheek. “Maybe. You could always come by the Peacock and
catch my show.” He blushes again, mottled crimson. “Or maybe I
can arrange a special performance.”
“Stella!”
“Just
teasing, Jimmy! I’ll see you around.”
I
hobble out of his office, knowing that he’s watching my hips roll
beneath my skirt. Sweet Jimmy.
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