Dec 8 2016 12:00pm
Nikki Sloane Excerpt: Three Sweet Nothings
Five years ago, we’d been together and on fire, but the flames burned us both. Now she’s back in my life and is all my wildest fantasies in the flesh.
I want her. The desire is too powerful to argue against, but I’m not interested in what we had. This is an arrangement about pleasure and finding out who we are behind closed doors. There won’t be talk of love or any sweet nothings whispered by either of us.
This time, I’ll control the heat and make sure neither of our hearts get too close to the flames.
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I dragged my finger over Ruby’s chin, drawing a slow line down her neck. She took in a deep breath, her gaze locked onto mine, and when I reached the neckline of her sweater, I splayed my fingers out, pressing my hand over the swell of her breasts.
Down my hand continued. It trailed painfully slow, inching toward her waist.
Her eyes flared with lust and she sighed when I slipped my fingertips beneath the hem of her top and skated them over her bare skin. Then I followed the path I’d drawn down her body, only this time in reverse, lifting her sweater as I went up.
Her arms rose without a command from me, and the bulky top was peeled away, revealing her plum colored bra. Her nipples strained against the lace, already begging for me to touch her. I cast her sweater aside, took in the sight of her in a bra and her skinny black pants for an appreciative moment, and then dipped my head down to bring our lips together. Her eyes fluttered shut for the impending kiss.
Oh, not yet, Ruby. I wanted to keep her guessing. Whatever we did tonight would set the tone for our partnership going forward.
I grasped her elbow abruptly and pulled her stumbling along, until we reached the window and I had her flattened to the glass with a loud bang. She gasped against it, and the sharp noise of surprise from her was a surge of adrenaline. I hooked my arm under her elbows, pulling her arms back and forcing her to arch into the glass. It left my other hand free to grab the back waistband of her pants and stretch them over her ass, yanking them down.
It took a second jerk until I was satisfied and the pants were left wadded at her knees, exposing her naked lower body. Excitement lit me up as I mentally prepared for what I was about to do.
I slapped my palm against her left cheek, and I didn’t hold back either. There was a loud crack, and she jolted with a grunt. A sweet mixture of discomfort and satisfaction.
“This fucking ass,” I said, striking her other cheek with the same intensity. “You want me to spank it raw?”
“Yes,” she breathed.
I pulled her elbows together tighter, hard and high, which had to be uncomfortable, but she didn’t ask me to stop. Her shallow, hurried breaths were wordless pleas to continue. I crushed my chest to her back, bringing my mouth beside her ear. “Yes, what?”
I traced the tip of my tongue over her neck and up, licking her all the way along the edge of her ear.
Did her whole body shudder? “Yes, please.”
I rewarded her with another spanking, only this time I left my hand against her heated skin. I pushed down, sliding my fingers between her legs and finding her pussy wet and hot.
“Oh, God,” she groaned. Her hips pushed back into my hand so she could grind on my fingers, but I wouldn’t have it. Her pleasure was mine to control. Mine to give.
I released her with a shove toward the floor, and my tone was dark. “On your hands and knees.”
She couldn’t seem to get to the floor fast enough, encumbered by her half-down pants, but her knees thudded to the rug, and she launched forward onto her hands. I bent and gripped the ankles of her leggings and yanked them off, leaving her naked except her delicate bra. She was all smooth, pale skin, pink between her legs, and my gaze swept over the exaggerated curves of her hourglass figure.
“Goddamn, Ruby,” I said when I leaned over and rubbed a circle on her damp clit.
She was so fucking wet, and it was like my touch was sending sparks along her body. She twitched and bowed. I half-expected her to purr with satisfaction. It was so hot, I began to sweat and reached for my drink.
The oaky bourbon slid down my throat, and I took a knee beside her hip. She was trembling, and worry stopped my heart. Oh, shit, had I been too harsh? Had I fucked this up? “You okay?”
Her head hung down until her chin was buried in her chest, and her long curtain of hair draped to the floor. “Yes. God, yes. I don’t know why I’m shaking.”
Relief poured through me, followed by a strange sensation. Not warmth, or strength, and it took a long moment to place. It was power.
And it felt really fucking good.
Copyright © 2016 by Nikki Sloane.
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Nikki Sloane landed in graphic design after her careers as a waitress, a screenwriter, and a ballroom dance instructor fell through. For eight years she worked for a design firm in that extremely tall, black, and tiered building in Chicago that went through an unfortunate name change during her time there. Now she lives in Kentucky and manages a team of graphic artists. She is a member of the Romance Writers of America, is married with two sons, writes dirty books, and couldn't be any happier.