#sixsunday is really, really wanting to go all the way, but an audience is putting a kabosh on the mood. Poor Bast and Alice. 32K in and it’s one tease after another with no relief in sight…
When her touch went lower, stroking over the ridge of flesh tightening his pants, the same slow inhale became ragged.
“Not here,” he said, his voice rough.
The words managed to penetrate the haze of her mind. She kept stroking him. Memorizing the length of his promise. “Even if I want it?”
For more authors you’ll really want, visit the official Six Sentence Sunday site here.