I am a huge fan of Amber L. Johnson and her books Where We Fell and Puddle Jumping!! Amber is helping us celebrate with an exclusive excerpt from her new book Eight Days a Week and giving away signed books and bookmarks!
Her head swayed to the side, and she gave a breathy sigh. I dipped my finger into the cake and traced her collarbone, the scent of sweet icing filling my nose again as I spread the smooth confection there and licked it off.
She massaged my scalp with her fingertips, and I slid the chair back to lean her against the wood table. I pinched a bit of the cake between my fingers and brought it to her lips. She bit it, then licked it off, her eyes fluttering closed as I smeared more across her nipple with my other hand. I bent to lick it off, and she bit down on my thumb. Her fingers were twitching, legs tightening against my sides while I rolled my tongue across her breast.
Her hands dropped to my shirt, and she pulled herself forward to kiss me hard, grinding against my lap. Mouthwatering sugary sweetness invaded my mouth as I sought out her tongue and kneaded her breasts, my thumbs circling in a slow torture.
I trailed more icing down her sides and across the top of her panties. She kicked her shoes off, cursing the flip-flops, muttering something about dirty feet. But that was the farthest thing from my mind, so I lifted her off my lap and set her down on the table, wrapping her legs around my waist while I went to work cleaning up the mess I’d just created on her ribs and hips. She pulled my T-shirt over my head and tossed it away before running her palms over my skin.
I licked her neck, tracing wet circles with my tongue where my fingers had just painted her with cake. I rolled my hips into her, and she tightened her legs and tilted her hips to meet me.
I sighed and ran my palms over her hips and under her thighs, gripping them and pulling her closer to my hard-on. Then I bent over to work my mouth across the waistband of her lacy underwear. I dipped my tongue below the fabric, and she bucked against the table. Her eyes closed when my hands cupped her ass cheeks and squeezed, lifting her hips toward my face in one fluid motion.
My head shot up.
“The kids eat breakfast here.”
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Thank you Amber! Look for Eight Days a Week on November 8th.
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