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Today is release day for Dipped in Chocolate. I nearly forgot. I woke up to my normal routine of getting kids ready for school, then shooo’ing them out of the house. There was a moment to reflect when I reminded Sylvia that today was release day for me. But then I started writing toward my next two deadlines and the day completely got away from me.

But it’s release day, and it feels strange. I have another book available. Another book on my shelf. Three years ago this was nothing but a dream. Two years ago my first release was still a year away, and yet now, I’ve got more than one and am so busy with deadlines I’m not even stopping for a breather to celebrate this small success in my career.

I have a bottle of champagne chilling in the fridge, thanks to the Colts Superbowl win on Sunday. But having a glass tonight would just make me sleepy–and I don’t have the time. Sadly. Because really, nothing sounds better than a chilled fluted glass of bubbly mixed with the sexy sweetness of Dipped in Chocolate.

So I found another way to celebrate release day today. Or maybe by now it’s yesterday, actually. (Um…I’m wondering where Feb 6th disappeared to?) I’ve decided to share a little of each story with you.

Tonight I’ll focus on the first story of the anthology, Gimme Some Sugar.

Here’s the back cover blurb: In Gimme Some Sugar…Jackson never realized how much he loved his best friend Alexis—until her wedding day was on the horizon. Now all he has to do is convince her that their harmless kissing games over the years weren’t so harmless after all. In fact, they may end up breaking his heart

“Gimme Some Sugar” is the story of Jackson and Alexis. They’re childhood friends, but when Alexis ends up engaged and the wedding is being planned, both start examining their feelings. Alexis knows in her heart that she’s always loved Jackson, but moves forward with her engagement because of family obligations. Jackson keeps his feelings to himself because he believes if Alexis wanted him, she’d have said so by now.

I’m going to share an excerpt next, but let me give you a little set up. Alexis and her fiancee were supposed to have dance lessons for their first dance, only Bryan bailed on her early so she called Jackson to be his stand in. In the following scene, they’ve been left alone after class to do a little extra practicing. **This is from my files, so any typos are mine and won’t appear in the book. Please forgive.

Have fun, and enjoy “Gimme Some Sugar”.

“Dance with me?” She moved around him, keeping one hand lightly on his body, caressing him as she danced for him. She stood behind him, reached up and touched his shoulder blade, outlined the contour of his spine, skimmed over his firm ass. “Dance with me, Jackson.”

She hugged him close, brushing the tips of her nipples against his muscular back. Her arms went around him, her face pressed into his t-shirt. It held the subtle saltiness of sweat.
Rolling her hips, she laughed when he moved with her, joining the beat of the pounding bass. She flicked a nail across the button of his jeans, in a manner that caused him to groan.

“You going to dance with me?” He was already moving with her, but Alexis didn’t wait for a reply. She closed her fingers around his hard cock, the length swathed in denim. Blood pulsed against her palm as she stroked him up, slowly. Down.

His hand closed firmly over hers, his fingers curving a half circle around hers over his pants. Air hissed between his teeth as he guided her hand down–all the way to his base–the up again. “Depends, Lexi.” Their hips were rolling in rhythm with the movements of their hands over his rocked-up dick. “You going to give me some sugar?”

She giggled, but tightened her hand around him until he bucked and her aroused clit tingled. “I’ve got grape, I think.”

“Grape is good.”

“It’s over there in my purse.” Across the room.

“Screw the candy.” He growled, his other hand reaching back to smooth across her hip. “I don’t need candy. I just need your lips.”

The song on the radio changed to something slower, but more sensual. A woman’s voice sang of making love, and the sway of their hips slowed, the grind harder. Up and down, she moved, Jackson’s warm hand above her hand, the cloth covered erection beneath her palm.

Her breathing sharpened. “Just my lips, baby?” An ache started in her thighs, desire coiling inside her soaking pussy. She moved her other hand to his fly and popped the buttons one by one, lust driving her.

Against her cheek she could feel the rumble of his groan as she tucked her hands inside his boxer shorts and shoved the material down and out of the way. Though she’d felt him before through clothing, she wasn’t prepared for the length of hard cock that sprung forward and filled both hands.

She shuddered, her nipples beading up and pressing against the lace of her bra. Wrapping her fingers around him, she wasn’t surprised when her fingertips didn’t meet. She slid from the base of his cock, moving over rock hard flesh and smooth satin skin, to the swollen plum-shaped head.

The rhythm of his hips faltered as a tremble went through his body. He breathing short and choppy.

Alexis closed her eyes, absorbing the feel of him, her heart pumping in time with the pulse beating down the length of his erection. Leaning her forehead against his back, she struggled to go slow, to keep her hands from working him fast and hard, in a tempo she longed to fuck.

He felt incredible, but she wanted to see him naked, see the glory of his hard dick.
The lights clicked off.

“The timer,” Jackson said, glancing toward the ceiling.

Alexis swayed with the music, dropping one hand from his flesh, she moved around him, keeping her other hand draped over his heat. She was grinning as she danced. She didn’t need the lights. The moon was close to full and through floor-to-ceiling windows bathed the studio in a milky silver glow.

In front of him again, she closed both hands around him, stroking upward from the base and drawing out a pearly ball of pre-cum. Her mouth watered. “Just my lips?” she repeated.

He touched her lightly beneath her chin, slanting her face upward to his. “Yeah, Sugar, your lips are sweet enough for me.” He brushed his mouth across hers in a kiss that was so intimate tears gathered in her eyes. She didn’t allow them to fall, instead she welcomed everything bit of feeling he gave. The second pass of his mouth was firmer, with a warm swipe of his tongue.

Her knees shook, her aching inner thighs made it hard to stand. If she stood there for his kisses, if she opened her mouth and allowed his tongue inside, she’d be lost to him. Lost in his touch and unable to touch him the way she longed to. To lick him. To taste him. To kiss every inch.

With a whimper, she ended the kiss before it deepened, then lowered to her knees before he had a chance to stop her.

She swiped her tongue across his head, lapping up the bead of moisture. His body shook. Hard.

“Lexi.” The word was strained, followed by a breath of air that hissed through clenched teeth. She heard him swallow. “Sugar,” his hands were on her shoulders, on her head, grabbing onto her hair, “shouldn’t we talk about this?”

She grinned. “About this?” She swirled her tongue along the ridge of his head, then followed the vein downward. “This?” She cupped a hand around his balls.

“Damn, girl.” His hips bucked, his fingers tightened in her braids. “No. No, about what’s…going on.”

It was silly, but she couldn’t help laughing at his response. He was about get blown and he wanted to talk. He sure didn’t want to talk after he made her cum in the flower shop.

Taking a queue from his answer then, she replied with the same.

“I don’t want to talk about it. I want you thinking about it.” She caressed his sac with one hand, the other tightened around him and smoothed over the damp trail where her mouth had been.

He growled.

“I want you remembering how this feels.”

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