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Three Sweet Nothings is coming on December 12th \n \n Blurb:<\/strong><\/p>\n Five years ago, we\u2019d been together and on fire, but the flames EXCERPT:<\/strong><\/p>\n I grasped Ruby\u2019s hips and dropped a final kiss on her mouth. \u201cTurn around,\u201d I said, using the\u00a0most seductive voice I had. \u201cFinish what you were doing.\u201d About the Author:<\/strong><\/p>\n Nikki Sloane landed in graphic design after her careers as a waitress, Stalk Nikki:<\/strong><\/p>\n Facebook<\/strong><\/a> | <\/strong>Website<\/strong><\/a> | <\/strong>Twitter<\/strong><\/a> | Amazon<\/strong><\/a> Three Sweet Nothings is coming on December 12th – your dirty sweet tooth will thank you! Keep reading for an extra hot excerpt! Preorder NOW: Amazon US: http:\/\/amzn.to\/2fEGcOF Amazon UK: http:\/\/amzn.to\/2gC21Ac iBooks: http:\/\/apple.co\/2gaPkyj Blurb: Five years ago, we\u2019d been together and on fire, but the flames burned us both. Now she\u2019s back in my life … Continue reading #Excerpt Reveal – Three Sweet Nothings by Nikki Sloane @AuthorNSloane @LWoodsPR<\/span>
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\nburned us both. Now she\u2019s back in my life and is all my wildest fantasies in the flesh.
\nI want her. The desire is too powerful to argue against, but I\u2019m not interested in what we had.
\nThis is an arrangement about pleasure and finding out who we are behind closed doors. There
\nwon\u2019t be talk of love or any sweet nothings whispered by either of us.
\nThis time, I\u2019ll control the heat between us and make sure neither of our hearts get too close to\u00a0the flames.<\/p>\n![\"3sn_promo\"](\"https:\/\/obsessedwithmyshelf.files.wordpress.com\/2016\/11\/3sn_promo.jpg?resize=474%2C474\")
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\nShe rotated slowly in my hold until her back was to me. Then she picked up the sifter with one\u00a0hand, and turned the crank on the side with her other. Perfect<\/em>. I skated my fingers\u00a0along the waistline of her jeans, moving steadily toward the front, putting my arms around her.
\nHer voice was all-knowing. \u201cWhat are you doing?\u201d
\n\u201cDon\u2019t worry about it.\u201d I popped the button free at the top of her fly, and nuzzled my way into he crook of her neck. The loose hairs that had slipped out of her ponytail tickled my nose. She\u00a0shivered when my mouth connected with her soft skin. Did she smell like vanilla because of her\u00a0baking, or because she was just fucking delicious?
\n\u201cOh,\u201d she sighed, and the sifter slowed to a distracted crawl.
\nI nibbled the curve of her neck while inching down her zipper. My voice was sinful. \u201cWe haven\u2019t\u00a0even gotten to the good part yet, and you\u2019re already losing focus.\u201d
\nThe crank resumed its noisy turning, but she tilted her head to the side, granting me more\u00a0access to feast on her neck. Every little shudder and sigh she gave was so fucking sexy. I wanted
\nto devour her.
\nWhen her task appeared to be done, I slid my hand down the front of her undone jeans and\u00a0eased my fingers inside her panties. Jesus, she was wet already, and my cock hardened. I\u00a0pressed it against the flat of her ass, letting her feel what she did to me.
\n\u201cOh, God,\u201d she jerked when I twitched my fingers. The metal sifter clattered on the counter so\u00a0she could brace herself with her hands. I sucked hard on her neck, not caring if I gave her a
\nhickey like I was a goddamn teenage boy.\u00a0I wasn\u2019t above marking her as mine. That was what she\u2019d be after tonight. I was already hooked
\non her, so it only seemed fair.
\nHer hands gripped the counter\u2019s edge so furiously, they went white as I traced my fingers over
\nher damp clit. Her head tilted and lolled backward until it was heavy on my shoulder. Ruby\u2019s\u00a0eyes were closed and her mouth open so she could suck in labored breaths.
\n\u201cWhat\u2019s next?\u201d I asked. \u201cYou need to add the flour to the eggs?\u201d
\nShe nodded, not even opening her eyes, although she made a face. Like my question was\u00a0annoying and had disturbed her contentment.
\n\u201cThen get to it.\u201d I withdrew my hand and gripped the sides of her jeans and panties. I jerked hem down her long legs, revealing her beautiful, creamy skin.
\nWe were right beside the mixer and it meant she didn\u2019t have to walk anywhere, which was\u00a0good. Her jeans and underwear were wadded around her ankles. She looked amazing like this.\u00a0The long sweater stopped just where her cheeks did, and it teased me with flashes of the\u00a0bottom of her ass whenever she moved.
\nI grabbed the oven mitts I\u2019d thrown off, put them on the floor behind her, and knelt on them,\u00a0giving me a much better view of her perfect ass.
\nThere was noise from the counter above. She\u2019d pulled a clean rubber spatula from the dish rack\u00a0and, in her haste, she\u2019d nearly dumped the whole thing over. I fanned my hands around the\u00a0globes of her bottom and squeezed, causing her to jolt once again.
\nShe was so cute. Flustered and sexy, but she was standing up straight. \u201cBend over a little. I need\u00a0to see that pussy, sweetheart.\u201d
\nWhoa.<\/em>
\nA rush of memories came flooding back. When we\u2019d been together, I\u2019d called her\u00a0sweetheart<\/em> occasionally. It slipped out now before I could stop it. A habit that\u00a0wouldn\u2019t die, or something more? She followed my command, leaning over, and it caused the
\nsweater to lift and expose more of her nakedness.
\nShe was all pink, and lush, and mine.
\n\u201cOh, fuck.\u201d She gasped the words as I bent forward and buried my face in the seam of her legs.
\n\u201cKyle. I can\u2019t do anything when you\u2019re doing that.\u201d
\n\u201cYou can, and you will. Finish,\u201d I gave her a playful bite on a cheek, \u201cor you don\u2019t get to.\u201d
\nShe groaned, both in satisfaction and frustration as I resumed teasing her with my tongue. She\u00a0tasted so good. Sweet. Perfect. A taste I couldn\u2019t get enough of.<\/p>\n
\na screenwriter, and a ballroom dance instructor fell through. For eight years she worked for a\u00a0design firm in that extremely tall, black, and tiered building in Chicago that went through an\u00a0unfortunate name change during her time there. Now she lives in Kentucky and manages a\u00a0team of graphic artists. She is a member of the Romance Writers of America, is married with\u00a0two sons, writes dirty books, and couldn\u2019t be any happier.<\/p>\n
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