5th June 2014 - Sunday Snog - 16 Comments

Snog by the Sea – Honeymoon Suite.


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You know me, I love a good kiss and there’s nowt better than a snog by the sea. Today’s blog hop has loads of of them so check them all out, leave comments and you could win! If you’re in the UK you could win Smut by the Sea Tickets for next Saturday (it’s going to be great) and international snog hoppers will win a bundle of ebooks including some lovely smut!

So onto the snog. Mine comes from Smut by the Sea vol.2

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My story in the collection is called Honeymoon Suite and here’s a kiss for you to enjoy…

“So what’ve you forgotten now, you daft sod?” I laughed, not even looking at who stood there.

“Erm, ma’am, I don’t think I’m who you think I am.” A polite and familiar male voice replied.

“Oh, geez, I’m sorry!” I covered my mouth with my hand then realised I was wearing nothing but a very flimsy nightdress and wished I had enough hands to cover all of me.

“No, it’s fine. I was just bringing you your Kindle, you left it on the beach earlier.”

My instantly recognisable hand-sewn cover lay in his hands, bulked out by my eReader inside.

“Oh, I did, didn’t I? Thank you so much for bringing it back.” I smiled, genuinely happy to have it back but still nervous considering my state of dress.

“You’re welcome,” he replied. “Where’s your lovely lady wife?”

I opened my mouth to answer him then words just wouldn’t come. I searched for one of the excuses Sam and I had played around with but as I looked at his handsome face, the sincerity in his eyes just stopped the lies in their tracks.

“I might as well confess all,” I sighed. “Come in a minute.” I ducked behind him when he stepped forward and closed the door.

I was encouraged to see he didn’t look too scared. Confused, yes but he even managed to wear that well.

“I’m not a lesbian,” I blurted. “And neither is Sam.”

Ben still looked dazed. I took the Kindle from his hands and put it down on a side table, then sat down on the edge of the bed.

“We’re not even married. She’s just my mate.”

“O–kay,” Ben exhaled. “Erm, why do I need to know that?”

“Because you work here, and I won this holiday as a honeymoon and Sam and I have been lying about being a couple so we could take advantage of that prize.”

“Oh,” Ben sat on the chair opposite the end of the bed. “Well, there’s two things you should know.” He leant forward, rested his arms along his knees and he looked directly at me. I wilted under his gaze. I was mentally packing my bags before he even said a word.

“Firstly, I’m an employee so honestly, I don’t care what you do as long as you don’t complain about it to me or make a complaint about me. Then secondly it doesn’t matter anyway. The company gives out quite a few of these holidays and as long as they’re taken they don’t really care if you’re married or not.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, really.”

“Well that’s a relief, I can tell you,” I giggled as the anxiety lifted, holding on to my chest to steady myself after the good news.

“I’m glad to have been of help,” Ben smiled. “Anyway, my shift just finished so I’m off for the night.”

“Oh, right. Well thanks for bringing my Kindle back for me.” I don’t know whether it was the heady relief that gave me the bravery to carry on or if it was just the presence of a highly handsome man in my bedroom but I managed to sputter out an invitation.

“Look, I’ve got this huge bottle of champagne, a basket of fruit and a licence to call room service. Would you like to join me? You know, as a thank you.”

“Really, we’re not meant to erm, fraternise with the customers.” He coughed.

“Oh right, well, yes, then, well…erm.” I was completely embarrassed until he stopped me with his next sentence. “But I’m off duty so I don’t give a fuck.”

“Ha, brilliant,” I laughed. “You pop the cork and I’ll order some…how do you fancy pizza?”

He nodded, stood and went over to pick up the champagne. “I’m easy,” he said, “you can go on top if you like –I mean choose what goes on top.” He winked. Was he flirting with me?

I shook my head and reached over to pick up the phone.

“Hi, yes I’d like a large pizza sent to my room, cheese and tomato will be fine, thanks.”

A pop and a fizz indicated the champagne bottle was open.

“Here you go.” Ben passed me a glass. “To your good health.”

“And yours,” I replied, clinking my glass with his then taking a short sip of the madly bubbling liquid. “Shall we sit out on the balcony?”

“Why not?”

I followed him out into the cool evening breeze, drink in hand. I was completely absorbed in the moment and had all but forgotten I was wearing nothing but my lightest nightie.

“I never grow weary of watching a Caribbean sunset,” Ben sighed. I walked over to lean against the balustrade next to him.

“It’s very beautiful,” I responded, looking over the beach and the sea, tinted orange, red and peach from the glow of the disappearing sun. “How long have you been out here?”

“A few years.”

“Don’t you miss home?”

“Occasionally,” Ben nodded, “but I’m mostly happy here.”

We slipped into silence. The world around hummed with noise, the slap of water on sand, the low hum of faraway conversation and laughter and the rustle of light breeze through palm trees.

I was thinking hard. How does a person go about seducing another? All I wanted to do was throw myself into his arms and kiss him but I was pretty sure that you had to build up to that kind of thing. How do you flirt? I’d never been very good at it. I was always surprised when a guy showed any interest in me at all.

As I thought and didn’t pay attention to what I was doing, my elbow slipped on the polished wood and knocked into his, throwing me completely off balance.

“Whoa, steady there.” He turned to face me and I fell into him, tossing the contents of my glass all over his front.

“Oh, shit, I’m sorry.” I found my feet and steadied myself. I looked into his eyes and words dried up in my mouth. I didn’t worry about my wet chest butting up against his. It felt quite good, actually. He took my champagne glass from my hand and set it down on the table beside us. He didn’t let his gaze leave mine, not even for a second. The tension built. I gulped. He kissed me.

My eyes widened in shock at first then I closed them as I sank into the heat of the kiss. Ben held me tightly, our wet chests rubbing together through damp layers of cotton. He stroked my back as I desperately gripped onto his hips and our mouths pressed into one another determinedly. I was aware of a vague knocking, but I had assumed it was my heart or maybe my knees giving way beneath me.

“The pizza,” Ben gasped and pulled away. “You jump into bed, I’ll get it.”

What would your perfect getaway be? Would you relax on a beach or spend time trekking through mountains? Let me know and you’ll be in to win the awesome prizes!

And don’t forget Smut by the Sea is on at Scarborough Library on the 14th June, grab your tickets and join us. For more details check here.

16 responses to “Snog by the Sea – Honeymoon Suite.”

  1. Trix says:

    I’d love to tour eastern Canada, but any vacation involves a lot of museum trips, book and record stores, and restaurant jaunts!

  2. bn100 says:

    at the beach

    bn100candg at hotmail dot com

  3. Tessa says:

    Beach, reading, all that sort of things

  4. melissa c says:

    The beach. You wont find mountain lions at the beach. And you’re pretty much safe unless you get in the water.

  5. devynsmom95 says:

    Any time to myself is a vacation.
    devynsmom95@yahoo.com

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