Playing With Fire

Was she crazy? Why had she kissed him? Joy had been tossing and turning all night, with images of sexy Seth on her mind. She could still feel the scorch of his hot lips on her body. She had lost herself in his sultry stares. His touch was so soft on her skin, so tender. She could tell that fucking him would be a completely different experience than what she had with Tony. Tony was wild and frantic; freaky. Seth seemed to be old fashioned.


She never should have touched him. If they got started, she would want to keep it going, and he surely would. No, it couldn’t work. She was engaged. What was she missing? Tony bought her everything she desired. He showered her with attention. He screwed her brains out, and he was always up to trying something different. He was even getting divorced so he could marry her. She couldn’t afford to piss all that away.
 
To make matters even worse, now she had agreed to let Seth esort her to the party for the developers. She knew that once she alowed herself to get caught up again with the intoxicating lull of Seth's kisses, there would be no stopping the reaction that was sure to take place between them. But then again, why should she stop herself? He was a gorgeous, rich doctor, and he was pursuing her. Why couldn't she have just this one night? Then she never had to see him again. After all, she was heading back to Chicago. And to Tony.
 
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The gathering was crowded. There was a band, and plenty of finger foods. Seth had been keeping her on the dance floor most of the time, after she finished mingling with the clients. It was the perfect excuse to touch. She loved the slower songs. He held her tightly, keeping his lips near her ear, occasionally whispering things to her about how good she looked, and how she was the sexiest woman there.


Joy was glad nobody could see what was happening beneath her clothes. The direct touch of his hand on the small of her back, his hand holding hers, and his hot lips barely touching her ear was sending waves of excitement all through her. The heat of his body so close, the crisp, clean scent of his cologne, and just the thought of the possibility of him overtaking her body had her throbbing under her new dress. Her nipples were rock hard and rubbing against her bra as he pressed her. She was getting wet. She longed to feel his hands exploring inside her panties.

The band started playing “Shattered Dreams”, one of her favorite 80’s songs. Seth seemed to know it too. He started twirling her around, doing some stepper moves, even dipping her. When he pulled her back up into his arms, he whispered in her ear, “Joy, don’t shatter my dreams tonight. I want you.” She felt the hotness of his breath in her ear, and it happened again. She came all unglued. At that moment, she couldn’t think of another thing in the world, other than getting his clothes off and feeling her body gel into his.

She was listening to the words of the song, about lies and a lost relationship. She needed to be running from him, but she was being drawn to him. Second by second she was losing her will to stay away from him. Her body was going limp. By the end of the song he took her hand and kissed it.

“Let’s go,” he said softly. She followed like a puppy behind its new master.

From the newly released novel, "Living Between Lies" now available @ Amazon.com