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verb: to grasp and hold tightly; to seize; snatch.
That’s what my sisters think of me.
hand and the ocean as my beacon, I’m charting my own path.
the road, I almost crash and burn.
Palmer, a sexy-as-sin rock star, changes my life.
he’s abandoning fame and fortune, he knows what he wants.
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Pansy’s come into my life, I’m brimming with song ideas, scraps of
paper everywhere. So much so, half of me is eager to get in that studio and
write, but the other half is reluctant to lose the limited time I have with
Pansy, getting to know her.
that. Is it new?” Pansy surveys me from the doorway in a faded black one-piece
swimsuit that’s seen better days. All I see is her toned bronze skin, calling
finger, I beckon her, and she obeys. With each step to me, streams of sunlight
flit across the crown of her head, deepening the warm, red tones of her long
onto my lap, and her delicious bow-shaped lips curl up as her eyes widen,
darkening to moss green. Her warm, almost bare back leans against my chest, and
I swear our heartbeats are synchronized.
name is almost a tremble on her lips.
whisper, and she smiles.
hands on the keyboard, my larger ones shadowing hers, and we play a few bars of
the song I just wrote. The one she just overheard. It’s about her.
She sways with the beat.
hypnotizing.” She sure is.
kissing her shoulder, my tongue licks at her salty skin, and she shudders and
sighs, sinking into me. With her surrender, my hands have a mind of their own,
gripping her waist and lifting her to sit on the piano with her legs bent, her
bare feet grazing the keys.
she exhales, her hands latching onto my shoulders.
eye level with her sex, I glance at her, seeking permission. The tiny nod and
nibble on her bottom lip is all the go-ahead I need. My fingers gently knead
her thighs before pulling her legs wide apart.
as my hands glide up the inside of her legs. Eager to taste and touch, my
tongue kisses, nips, and licks at the soft, silky skin of her thighs, the sea
salt mingling with a flavor that is undeniably Pansy. She tastes like fucking
to rub my palms along her thighs, to the juncture of her legs and pelvis. I’m
overwhelmed with desire, burning inside as my thumb slowly swipes her mound
through the already-damp bathing suit. I’m not sure if it’s wet from the ocean
or her excitement.
releases a breathy moan, dropping her head forward, her hair falling around us
like curtains. Licking my lips, I plant a wet, open-mouthed kiss at the apex of
her thighs and groan at her musky, intoxicating scent. She sucks in a jagged
breath and curls her fingers and toes.
indie author who writes contemporary romance, romantic suspense, erotica and
whatever her heart desires.
juggling ay day job, being a mom and wife, and writing. On top of that, she’s a
self-professed junkie of many things including a voracious fan of music, a
born wanderer, a wine aficionado and chocolate connoisseur.