Every Sunday I share Six Sentences from one of my books or current WIP
To celebrate my upcoming birthday, it’s from my free, steamy short story Birthday Frosting.
Moaning, I began to grind my ass back and forth over his hips. The apron helped aid me, Antony’s tender bites punctuated by his groans as I worked him over. One hand swept across my belly, fingers wiggling through the edge of the buttons to electrify my skin.
“What…?” Antony whispered in my ear. Lapping my short lobe into his mouth, he grazed the edge of his teeth against it before finishing, “does the birthday girl want?”