This is week #52 of My Sexy Saturday, and I’m happy to say that I’m finally taking part!
For those who aren’t familiar with MSS, writers share either 7 words, 7 sentences, or 7 paragraphs based on a theme.
This week, all we want you to do is to share a sexy tidbit about anything your heart desires. And you all know what we mean…don’t you?
Share with us this week those characters who aren’t afraid to show that they love someone. Share with us the characters that will be there a year, ten years or forever with someone they love. Pepper their existence with a clandestine rendezvous or a weekly event, show us why we love, love, love them.
To give you some background, I’m sharing a scene from one of my short stories, An Intoxicating Interlude. In this scene Nicca and her new boss, Channing, (yeah, the one who stole the promotion right out from under her) are dancing the tango. I hope you enjoy their spirited rendition of the dance!
Once again Channing spun her and tucked her tightly against his body to begin the seductive affair. This dance is meant to be sexy, she sternly reminded herself. Nicca caught his determined gaze and let her feisty spirit shine through. She was so focused on her partner that she never noticed the other dancers had stopped to watch.
Their bodies glided across the floor, their steps crisp and synchronized. The beat of the music faded to the background as they focused on each other. Every move was flawless and precise. Channing was a strong leader; Nicca had no problem following his cues. Their legs intertwined with low kicks. Nicca’s hips twirled and undulated in time with the music. They stalked passionately around the floor, taking advantage of the large space. Nicca had never danced with someone who appreciated the dance, from both the technical and the emotional viewpoint, as much as what she did.
The two paused, breathing as though they had just completed a marathon. The exertion of the dance, however, had nothing to do with it. Nicca’s body was flushed and heated. Her mind was shrouded in a haze of lust. What is he doing to my body? She bit her bottom lip as she teased her hands over his abs and up his chest. Her hands continued, skimming his shoulders and lodging in his mussed mahogany waves. A predatory growl rose from deep within his chest. The sexual tension was evident in his heated gaze as he dislodged her hands. Before he could grab her, she was sashaying away from him. Channing was spellbound, his eyes focused on the swaying motion of her hips.
The magic of the tryst was soon to be broken. Channing held her as she bent over backwards, her midnight black ringlets nearly brushing the floor. She grasped his corded thighs and slid into a modified split as her dress rose precariously high on her thighs. Nicca glanced at the exceptional male holding her. He was staring point-blank at her breasts, which were in grave danger of escaping her dress. Her body trembled at the desire evident in his face, his eyes half-lidded. At that moment, she had no doubt the man could please a woman for hours on end; it made her wonder what that would be like. Channing’s hands tightened around her waist and pulled her from her musings. He gracefully helped her to her feet. With her body so close to his, the move pressed her breasts into his firm chest. It was all she could do to keep from rubbing against him like a cat in heat. Their faces were so close together that their lips were millimeters apart. A soft whimper escaped from Nicca’s parted lips without her permission. When Channing didn’t take the initiative to kiss her, she took a deep breath, inhaling a scent that was all male and completely mesmerizing.
Seeming to come to his senses, Channing turned her to face the crowd. She tried to smile but was embarrassed by what had just taken place between them. As he pulled her securely against his body, she felt his large erection press against her hip. She was relieved that he was as affected as she was.
As the applause thinned, Channing took Nicca’s hand and escorted her into the crowd. Nicca caught Ellie’s eye. Her best friend’s wink and Cheshire grin had Nicca shaking her head. She took advantage of a shadowed alcove and pulled Channing to her, wrapping her arms around his neck. She brushed her lips over his in a light, teasing kiss. His hand landed at the base of her neck. He tilted her head to allow him better access. Nipping at her bottom lip, he demanded she open for him. Nicca complied without hesitation. Their tongues dueled as their bodies had dueled on the dance floor. What started as a chaste kiss deepened in seconds as Channing devoured Nicca’s mouth. She groaned at the decadent, spicy taste of him. Nicca had never experienced such a kiss before, one that affected her body and soul. Is this what she had been missing out on by focusing solely on her career? Maybe there was more to life than work?
Panting, Nicca ended the kiss. She buried her face against his neck, holding on for dear life as her legs felt like they had just stepped off a ship after being at sea for days. He caressed her back, pressing a light kiss to the top of her head. Nicca could feel his pulse hammering against her forehead. The heat coming off his body rivaled her own. She hoped that their sparks of wantonness wouldn’t set them aflame. After a moment, she stepped back from his hold. She covered her red, kiss-swollen lips with a trembling hand. Channing’s unfocused eyes reflected disappointment at the loss of contact with her curves. Stealing a glance at this tented trousers; Nicca noted that he was still very much aroused. She was happy to know she held that kind of power over her new supevisor.
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