Miranda Montgomery is a woman who knows what she wants. Right now, it’s a case of who she wants, rather than what, and who she wants is Hugh Patterson. Here is an extract from ‘Clear as a Bell‘, one of the stories in the Christmas box set, Under the Mistletoe. For a short time, the set is still available on Amazon for the introductory price of $0.99. Your eyes have read that right. That’s the price for six separate stories. They won’t stay that price so be sure to secure your Christmas reading before the price rise.
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Extract from ‘Clear as a Bell’
“I’m going up now. My room number is 912.”
She made brief eye contact before turning and crossing the foyer to the elevators. She didn’t look back.
In her room, Miranda slipped off her shoes and tidied a few things away. She always had some condoms in her toiletry bag, and she now placed a couple on the bedside table. Would he come? Had she been too forward?
As she emerged from the bathroom, there was a soft knock at the door. For one fleeting moment, she thought about not opening it. Would there be negative consequences? Once the genie was out of the bottle, there was no putting it back. Did she care? Maybe in the morning, but right now, she didn’t. She opened the door.
“I’m glad you’re talking to me again,” Hugh said as he moved past her into the room.
“Talking? Who said anything about talking?”
Miranda moved closer, and drew his head down to hers. Her kiss made a statement, demanding a response. If she surprised Hugh, it wasn’t for long.
“Mm. I like a woman who knows what she wants,” he murmured through the kiss.
“Shut up and kiss me again.”
Hugh obliged, his passion increasing. He pulled back from the embrace to throw off his jacket and yank off his tie. Miranda seized the moment to undo the buttons of his shirt, exposing a muscular torso.
“Ooh,” she said, running her hand over the exposed skin. “A man who works out. I like a man who looks after himself.”
He threw back his head with a shout of laughter. “You’re a tantalizing woman. Are you going to disrobe, or should I rip your clothes off with my bare teeth? Quite happy to; just say the word.”
She looked at him for a moment, and then smiled. She could feel her tension dissipating, but not her passion. It was going to be all right. “Well, you might at the very least unzip me.”
She presented her back to him. He eased the zip down and slid the dress from her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. He kissed her bare shoulder with teasing, nibbling kisses, working his way over her neck from one side to the other. She arched back in delight, moaning softly. Squirming in his grip, she attempted to turn around, but he tightened his hold.
“Not so fast. This is my time. You need to learn patience,” he murmured.
He undid her bra and eased that from her shoulders too. He slid his hands around to cup each breast, his thumbs running tantalizing circles over her nipples. Her breath quickened as electric charges radiated out from the soft peaks. Leaning back, she pressed her body into the smooth skin on his chest, seeking a connection.
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