Contest Day 2.

Hello again. Remember that on Thursday I am going to ask you 4 questions related to these excerpts and if you answer them correctly you could win a copy of The Victoria Blisse Collection or The Getting Together Series.

So here’s today’s excerpt!


He was a young man. I guessed he was at least ten years my junior. He was freshly shaven and his hair was just long enough to fall on his face as he looked down at the ground between his black-booted feet. His skin was milky and soft; the contrast between his white cheek and worn, brown leather jacket was like art.

I wanted to reach out and touch him. I wanted to bury my face in the crook of his neck, to suck in that sensual, masculine smell. I was completely taken over by him. I knew my window of opportunity was small. He may have stood up and walked away at any moment, so I looked for some opening. His hand was on the bench next to me, clenched around the edge as if he were holding on for dear life. I reached out and put my hand over his.

“Oh, I am sorry.” I smiled as he turned his head towards me. “I didn’t see your hand there.” I squeezed it gently before pulling mine away.

“Oh, don’t worry.” He smiled back at me, nervously. His eyes were gloriously deep brown, matching his coat and his hair. I was in lust, and I could see a glimmer of something in the way he was looking at me, too.

“So, are you waiting for your wife to come out of the shops?” I asked, wanting to clear up the question of his attachment right away.

“No.” he replied, his eyebrow rising in confusion. Every slight move wafted more of that enchanting leather scent my way.

“Oh, girlfriend then. Sorry.”

“No, I’m single. Are you waiting for your…” I could see him struggling for the right word. “Mate?”

“Well, yes. But I don’t actually currently have one. I’m on the lookout for someone special.”

“Oh,” he gulped. He had unconsciously turned his body to face me. With each passing moment he leant closer.
“Yes,” I replied, in little more than a whisper. “I need a man desperately.”

I licked my lips and arched my brows, cupping his hand with mine again. This was the moment, the make or break moment, and I hoped with all my heart that he would succumb to my advances.

“Well, I am a man.” He cleared his throat and shifted on the uncomfortable slats. I couldn’t see, but I guessed his cock had just jumped in his casual jeans. “Will I do?”

“I think you might.” I traced my finger lazily across the taut skin of his hand and looked down between our bodies. “But I have to warn you that my needs are physical. I need a man who is willing to please me.” I paused and looked up, fixing his gaze to mine. “Sexually.”
To give him his due, his gaze held mine for two or three long seconds before he was forced to look down. I was impressed.
“So, Can you help me?”

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