Sunday Snippet - Bitter Black Kiss by Michelle Clay

Bitter Black Kiss - Sunday Snippet 
The club’s newest DJ was absolute perfection when he worked his magic on the dance floor. And he was sexy as hell. Every time he bounced to the music or broke into a dance move, it sent waves of excitement through the mass of bodies. It sent something more furtive through her. She took perverse, voyeuristic joy in watching his body move.

Sometimes she caught his eyes on her too. A thrill of excitement would rock her senses and fill her with hope. Then he’d look away and spoil the fantasy. At times, she wanted to believe those looks said he was interested, but it was just wishful thinking on her part. Aside from a passing glance or quick hello, they had very little real interaction. Brody was hired help, not a hot, hard body to explore in the VIP area with the curtains drawn tight.
His honey brown hair was in need of a trim, but stylish. Headphones covered only one ear. Tonight he wore a t-shirt with a forgotten eighties band on the front. Baggy jeans with more holes than fabric hung off is slender hips. She could just make out the top of his boxers underneath the destructed waistband.A sea of bodies moved all around her, lost in the beat flowing from the speakers. They bounced against her, a living tidal wave sweeping her toward the lighted, elevated booth.
Brody was busy entertaining a group of women on the other side and didn't notice her approach. The women giggled and played with their hair in response to his flirting. Jealousy zinged through her. Aim some of that charm my way, dammit!
She yanked the ankle of his jeans to get his attention. The material moved down about an inch and the skanks cheered.
Brody turned and rewarded her with a devilish smile. He hauled her onto the platform with just one arm and his strength elicited primal approval within her. The space they shared wasn’t quite big enough for two people to move around comfortably and they had to stand very close. He leaned toward the booth and flipped a switch. She wasn’t sure which because she’d just grazed his butt with her hand. Even the smallest contact demanded all of her focus.
“I like the way you move.” Good god, what was she saying? She was in deep trouble if the slightest touch shorted out the filter between her mouth and brain. “I mean, everyone likes what you do up here.”He hung the headphones around his neck. An easy smile found its way onto his face. “I aim to please.”
She wanted to ask just what he might do to please her, but kept the errant notions to herself. Damn, he smelled good. It was a mix of outdoors, ocean and a delicious masculine scent that was all his own. And just below that, she detected… oh no. No, it couldn't be.
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