It's time for a My Sexy Saturday Post! This week's theme is My Sexy Stranger and I'm pulling a scene from A Djinn's Touch. Enjoy and remember to hop on over to the other great blogs on the hop!
A Djinn's Touch
“A stroll through Damascus after dark can be a dangerous affair, Mistress,” a smooth voice whispered in her ear. A warm masculine hand slid under the hem of her shirt and across her belly.
Regan jumped and spun around, pressing her lower back against the table. “Jann, you scared me,” she said, taking in his appearance. He was dressed in smooth, modern fashion. Regan couldn’t decide if he was more mouthwatering in the satin pants or in the black button down dress shirt and the pair of black slacks he was wearing now.
The djinn took a small step forward, nearly pressing his body against hers. He leaned his head over her shoulder and whispered, “I’m sorry, but you looked so lovely studying my old home that I couldn’t stop myself.”
Both his hands moved; one to rest on her hip and the other around behind her. Regan could feel the muscles in his arm flex as he stroked the table top. Even though she couldn’t see his fingers gliding over the cold tile Regan remembered the feel of them tracing over her skin. She felt heat spread across her face as that familiar ach began to throb.
Jann let out a deep but quiet chuckle and lowered his lips to the junction of her shoulder and neck. “It appears my new mistress needs little incentive,” he said between the dotted kisses that trailed up her throat.
Tingles spread across her neck and Regan shivered. Jann’s hands moved to her waist and in a swift movement he lifted her to the table. Nimble fingers found their way to the buttons of her blouse and as his lips left a fiery trail over her collar bone the first two buttons popped open. Regan leaned back on her arms, letting her palms flatten against the chilled tile. She looked down at the man as he buried his face in her now exposed cleavage.
His long, dark hair was pulled back in a tight pony tail, and she could see his strong jaw moving as his lips and tongue played over her sensitive skin. She was so distracted by the view that she didn’t notice his hands move away from her shirt. Regan was surprised when he pulled her wrap skirt free from its fastening and peeled it away from her spread thighs. “Jann, what are you doing?” she asked, but all protest stopped when one thick finger brushed over the wet lace panties she’d put on that morning. Just his touch made her moan.
About A Djinn's Touch
Working in an antique shop and frustrated in more ways than one, Regan is starting to think her life choices could have been more mistakes than investments. When a sexy djinn shows up offering to grant her every wish Regan takes hold of the opportunity with both hands, but is she willing to pay the steamy price?
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