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International Heat Genre Days Six Sentence Sunday – Coyote Home Pt3...

Snippet Saturday – Author’s Choice.

What to pick, what to pick……mmmmm

I’m going with Saxon.

Carly Simmons has lusted after her boss for six months. Throwing caution to the wind while on a business trip in Singapore, she suggests a fling. When Saxon takes her up on her offer, Carly gets far more than the conservative businessman she’s expecting.

Saxon Grant is definitely up for a weekend of red-hot sex, but once he gets his hands on Carly he knows a couple of days will never be enough. Months of wanting her explode into a weekend of tangled sheets and twisted emotions.

And after one wild weekend, these two hearts will never be the same.

EXCERPT:

“Carly?”

She loved the sound of her name on his tongue. Or it could just be his voice. He had a bedroom voice, a little rough, a little naughty. She shuddered and brought her gaze up to meet his. Her tongue flicked out, slid across her bottom lip and she watched his eyes light with desire, his nostrils flare. Good, the man was not unaffected. With a sexy grin she placed her order.

“I’ll take a Singapore Fling, thanks,” she purred.

Saxon choked, fumbled with his menu, and cleared his throat. “I think you mean a Singapore Sling.”

“I know what I mean.” Carly waited a beat. “And I mean what I say.”

His Adam’s apple bobbed. He stared at her for a minute, studied her face, her eyes. When he finally turned to the waiter, he ordered two Singapore Slings. Placing his menu on the table between them, he reached into the tub of peanuts to grab a handful and leaned back in his chair to slowly shell them. One by one, he popped them in his mouth.

Carly sat mesmerized by the shift of muscles, the slide of long, lean fingers and large hands. Those babies could cover an awful lot of her flesh in one sweep. Or better yet, fill parts of her that ached to be filled. Vivid images of Saxon with his fingers buried between her legs exploded in her mind. She bit her lip and stifled the moan working its way up her throat. Warmth swirled in her lower belly.

One end of his mouth kicked up in a sexy grin that had her toes curling and her bones melting. In slow motion his tongue peeked out, slid between his lips from one corner to the other and left a glistening trail hers itched to follow. The pink muscle disappeared from view and Carly’s stomach knotted as the urge to lean over and suck it back out took hold. Those lush, kissable lips stretched into a full smile over straight white teeth that contrasted nicely against the red flesh surrounding them.

“So . . . you want a fling.”

Her gaze met his. The naked desire blazing in his blue eyes sent a shiver down her spine and blistering need burning in her pussy. He wanted her. There was no doubt in her mind, but would he do anything about it? With nothing to lose and everything to gain, Carly jumped in with both feet.

“Sure.” She shrugged. “But it would depend on who I was flinging with.”

“Really? So it’s not just any port in a storm?” he asked.

“No. I’m very picky about who I play with.” She let her gaze roam his body, taking her time, down over his chest and stomach to the noticeable bulge in his jeans. “It’s not something I do on a whim.”

“Do you normally proposition men in bars?”

“No.” In for a penny, in for a pound. “You’re the first.”

Now that she’d moved her hungry gaze from his crotch she saw the smile playing over his lips.

“Good. I’d hate to think this was a bad habit you have.” He watched her closely before adding, “I’d have to punish you if it was.”

Her eyes widened and her tummy lurched. “Punish?”

“Oh yeah. I’d turn you over my knee and spank that sexy ass of yours.”

Air rushed from her lungs and fluid seeped from her rapidly swelling pussy.

“I see you wouldn’t be adverse to such a thing. Good to know.”

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