Burning Lust

Today’s agenda: Writing, writing, writing, and then more writing! My heroes have a burning fire to get ‘some’ and are on my case, bitchin’ at me! rofl.

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Excerpt: The Deal Breaker, ©2010 Cassandra Curtis, All rights reserved.

Ryan pulled aside the curtains and glanced out the bedroom window at the workers trimming hedges and mowing the manicured lawn. None of them looked a day over thirty. Each one tanned and buff in a way no gym membership could replace. What other tasks did these guys do for her ladyship? Her body was lush and ripe, all smooth curves and heat. No way those men could work here and not appreciate Athena’s many assets—well, unless they were all gay. It would make his job easier. It was obvious she was starved for attention, stuck on this island.

It’s none of your business what she does with her employees, you’re only here to get that contract signed.  After the deal was made, maybe he’d get invited back and really explore her…island. Ryan chuckled to himself and stripped off his sweat-sticky clothes as he walked into the bathroom. He’d been so busy these past few weeks, he’d neglected his other needs, and now those needs were demanding he take care of business or risk embarrassing himself in front of Lady Athena.

He sniffed the bottle of spicy shower gel on the counter and debated using his own. The label read Archimedes Island Guest Bath. Would she be disappointed if he didn’t use their local product? Was he willing to risk it? In business negotiations, he’d often found the little things meant a lot, so he turned on the waterfall shower and stepped under the warm spray, soaping his body with the guest shower gel, his thoughts returning to Athena Thanos.

Ryan pictured the raven-haired beauty on the four-poster bed, each wrist and ankle tied with the silken ropes, her luscious body spread like a feast and helpless to get free, but he knew she wanted it, wanted him and trusted him to give it to her. Every moan told him so. No matter how much she squirmed and cried, she’d also begged him not to stop.

A strange, gasping sound caught his attention, forcing him to stop mid-stroke. He shoved the curtain to one side, checking the room. The door was closed. Must have been the plumbing pipes. A place this old probably made all kinds of noises. He inhaled the warm scented shower mist and pulled the curtain shut, then continued stroking his cock. The foamy lather ran down his neck and chest, over his stomach and between his legs, making his body tingle under the pounding spray.

Until next time…

Cass