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Tuesday, January 1, 2013

Naughtiness for the New Year


"I need a butt plug."

Is that naughty enough? That's the first line in my free M/M holiday story "Last Minute Gift", which you can read (if you have a few minutes) here.  I've got a contest this month revolving around this story, too. You can find the details in my December newsletter.

Anyway, "Last Minute Gift" is a Christmas tale, and here we are at New Year's Day already. I guess we need some new naughtiness. How about a snippet from my most recent release, Nasty Business?

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There's a knock, and then a soft, Spanish-tinged voice. "Ruby?"

I stretch out on the bed, adjusting my position so that my hips swell provocatively under the crimson satin and the fabric parts to reveal my bare thigh. "Come in, Raoul."

Turquoise reflections from the swimming pool outside are the only illumination. Still, I know that Raoul can see, well enough. There's a sharp intake of breath as he takes in my attire and my posture. I pretend not to notice. "It's that lamp, there on the night table." 

He leans over to fumble with the fixture. His naked forearm, furred with fine black hair, is inches from me. I catch a whiff of his sweat as I prop myself up on one arm, as if to supervise. I am beginning to enjoy myself.

My strap slips off my left shoulder. My left breast tumbles halfway into view. The handyman pretends to occupy himself with his task, screwing in the new bulb with exaggerated care. I can hear his accelerated breathing. I fancy I can hear his heart beating faster because of my proximity.

Finally he switches on the lamp. Warm light spills over the bed. "There you are," he says, beginning to straighten. My hand on his arm stops him. He looks at me, hardly daring to believe what he reads in my face. Desire, and willingness. I run my fingers lightly down his forearm, just brushing the fur, sensing the muscles shifting under his skin. When my fingers find his, I grasp his hand, and slowly bring it to cover my exposed breast.

He gasps, but then takes advantage of the situation, cupping my warm flesh in his palm, lightly squeezing the nipple. "Thank you, Raoul," I whisper. "I appreciate your prompt service."

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Sound like story you might enjoy? Leave a comment on this post, and you'll be entered to win your own ebook copy of the full-length novel! Just tell me your naughtiest New Year's wish and I'll try to fulfill it in a future book (if I haven't done so already in my back list...).

And, as you probably already know, this post is part of Skye Warren's huge Naughty New Years bloghop.  Every comment, at every site during the hop (see below for a full list) counts as an entry for the grand prizes: a $100 gift certificate from the ultimate adult emporium, EdenFantasys, or digital gift basket of ten erotic titles.

You'll find the full list of participants below. Leave your comment - then get hopping!

I'm posting this on the 1st, and you can comment here right away. However, the hop won't start officially until January 2nd.

Happy New Year!