Booklaunch Eve Sunday Snog

Arrrgh! It’s the day before my launch of Taking Flight!

Here’s a snog – hope you can check back tomorrow

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My leading lady is a researcher into the sudden and rapid decline in male fertility…

“You mean to tell
me,” Marcus said, gazing at his own fingers as they trailed
languidly up Deborah’s shins where they were slung over his lap,
“that female arousal is the key to saving the world?” He smiled
up at her, obviously thinking she was joking.
“What I’m saying is
the pheromones I must have produced after our phone call—” She
blushed at the memory. “—stimulated the semen in some way.”
His look was of clear
disbelief as he started to massage her calves. “But Debs, if that’s
true, how the hell did the toxins kill off so many in the first
place? If a good orgasm’s all it took… Surely there were more
satisfied women out there?”
Deborah understood what
he was getting at. And indeed, if it was true that sexual pheromones
could prevent the toxins from damaging the male sperm then Marcus
would have been the last to have been affected.
“I don’t know. It’s
only a theory, maybe just an anomaly.”
“Have you told anyone
“No.” She had been
about to call the lab manager over but something had told her not to.
“No, I didn’t.”
“Good,” said
Marcus, looking grim. “I don’t think you should.”
“Why not?”
“Just… I think
maybe it’s better to be sure about these things before you
broadcast it and get shot down.”
“Oh,” said Deborah
as his intentions began to dawn on her. She caught his gaze, which
confirmed what she was suspecting. “You mean we really ought to do
some more research before we reveal our findings?”
Withdrawing her leg
from his lap, she started to crawl toward him, seductively licking
her lips, and reached out to his shirt buttons. For the briefest
second something passed over his face that she couldn’t quite read.
The look of lust returned quickly and a hand slid into her blouse,
freeing her breast from her fine, lacy bra. At once, her nipple
stiffened under his touch. With the other, he lifted her chin and
gazed deep into her eyes.
“I love you,” he
said with an intensity that, if she hadn’t known him so well, would
have scared her.
“I know.” She
brushed the feeling of uneasiness away and leaned in to those full
lips. “I love you too.”
He met her kiss and
rose powerfully, lifting her with one arm while pushing himself to a
standing position with the other. Her eyes were closed and her mouth
clamped to his, feasting on his juicy flesh as he carried her through
to the bedroom. There was an urgency to his movements and he flung
her onto the bed roughly, tearing off his shirt while staring at her
determinedly. It turned her on beyond description to be wanted this
badly. She braced herself for his weight as he almost threw himself
on top of her, devouring and licking at her neck and collarbone, just
at the dip that drove her wild. Her nails dug into his flesh and she
helped tear his jeans off, hooking a toe in on the way down to kick
them away.

He loomed above her, a
huge figure of muscle and lust, and she melted beneath him, opening
herself up for him. Wrapping her legs around his hips, she pressed
his buttocks with her heels, beckoning him into her. He resisted and
shifted his weight onto one elbow, tracing her face with his
fingertips, brushing strands of hair from her lips. Following his
caress with her mouth, she tried to catch his finger with her tongue,
draw it into her, suckle on it, but he only let her have a tiny taste
before dipping it into his own mouth, coating his long, thick digits
with saliva. She quivered as he seductively slid them out, letting
his lips smack shut as he snaked his fingers down to her panties.
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