Snog by the Sea from Spy Game

The amazing Victoria Blisse has arranged a Blisse Kiss by the Sea  Summer Snog tour for us, so I’m calling this post the Snog by the Sea, presented especially in honour of the summer solstice.


Snog by the Sea 2012

This kiss is from Spy Game, forthcoming in digital format from Etopia Press. I don’t have the new cover yet, so you’ll have to make do with the cover from the hardcover version which was published by Five Star a few years ago.
In Spy Game, fledgling agent Ani Sharif has finally been assigned to her first undercover mission—to seduce software tycoon Richard Rexford, known as the fearsome T-Rex of Silicon Valley. He’s suspected of selling software secrets to the Chinese. Ani must succeed at her first assignment, but will handsome, clever Richard uncover her secrets and seize her heart?
And here’s your sexy seaside snog:
“Time for act two,” Richard said.
Ani dragged in a breath. “Act two? What’s that?”
He went to the closet and removed a paisley-printed robe. Patterned in red and blue, it looked like silk. After shrugging it on and belting it, he extracted something else.
Something long and silken.
Twisted silk cords, the kind she’d seen tying back heavy brocade curtains. These were a dark, metallic gray.
Like chains.
He turned. The cords dangled from his fingers. He smiled.
Her cheeky mood evaporated. Her heart thudded against her chest wall, a wild bird desperate to escape the cage. But she didn’t move.
“Come with me.”
She reached for her sweater.
“No,” he said. “Just as you are. Naked.”
“Outside? You’re kidding, right?” She searched his face.
He grinned. “Outside. Come along, now.”

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Remembering her agreement, she gulped and followed him topside. Out on deck, Ani discovered that Richard was right. No other boats were in sight. Land was a narrow brownish strip on the eastern horizon. The only sounds were waves slapping against the boat’s hull, the cries of seabirds, and his breaths, puffing warm against her nape.
Despite their isolation, she felt unbearably exposed, her naked vulnerability heightened. The spicy sea breeze stiffened her nipples and slid over the tender skin inside her thighs, caressing her body with cool, flowing fingers. But the sunshine had pooled and warmed the wooden decks, including…
Including a padded lounge chair, draped with quilts, set in the middle of the deck.
Richard sat on the lounge and reached for her.
She resisted. “You want to—”
“Yep.”
“Out…out here?” She gestured at the open ocean.
“You got it.” He pulled her onto his lap. His erection poked out of the slit in the robe, jabbing her in the thigh. He adjusted so it slipped between her legs. She sighed and shifted, wanting him against the sweetest spot.
“This is weird,” she said. “I feel as though someone could come along at any time.”
“True enough. That’s part of the fun of it. Anyone could come along at any time, but right now, it’s just you, me, and the sea gulls.”
Reaching around her, he looped one end of the cord around her wrist, then pulled it behind her back. He captured the other. He tugged the silken rope tight and tied her wrists together in some elaborate manner; a sailor’s knot, she supposed. He’d left plenty of rope, using it to loosely wrap her forearms together.
The position arched her back, causing her breasts to thrust out, exposed and available. He took their unspoken invitation, cupping them with skilled fingers. The heat from the sun melded with the warmth of his hands.
“I don’t want anyone seeing me like this.”
“I’m seeing you. Is that all right?”
“Ye-es.”
“You don’t sound convinced.”
“I’m not.”
“Too bad. You’re mine now. Ever since I saw you with that chain around your ankle I wanted you this way.” His whisper was husky, rough, sexy.
He nuzzled her neck, and she thought she’d come apart from want. She leaned against his silk-clad chest, trying to breathe.
Richard’s big palms covered her aching breasts and she moaned, wanting him with a desperation she didn’t understand. He left her breasts and grabbed fistfuls of her hair, drawing her head back so he could cover her mouth with nibbling kisses that heightened her craving for completion.
“Richard, oh, Richard, please, please…”
He laid a row of tiny bites along her jaw and down her neck. “What? Please, what?”
“You know what. Please.”
“Tell me what you want,” he growled into her throat.
“I can’t say it! You know I can’t.” Ani’s mind blanked.
“Say it.”
She gabbled something in Arabic.
“In English, sweetheart.” He feathered his lips along her neck, soothing where he’d savaged.

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“Inside me. Please.” She squirmed on his lap, seeking his entry.
With a tug, he loosened the cords binding her; they fell away, dropping onto the deck. “Turn around, honey, and face me.”
Oh, no. She’d have to look into those laser-bright eyes, the ones that saw her secret desires. But she couldn’t refuse, could she?
He’d untied her bonds, so she wasn’t bound with anything but her word, and her love. 
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