How about a new string of tastey bites to entertain you?

I need a distraction from my current W.I.P. 

“Deep Fried and Laid to the side” is coming along nicely and should be ready to head to first round betas by august first. I’ll be jumping right into the second story “texas Tried and true”   right after that.

But I needed a little …something to get me back in gear. I’m at a point where my stream of conscious Writing has lead to several paragraphs of “blah blah, yada yada, word, sentences, sex sex more sex sex more words… eat this  spit it out  measure dick”….you get the picture…I’m writing but not writing…

And I’m short a muse… the dark one…he is gone and I’m slightly sad, but it wasn't meant to be.  I’m not too sure how I feel about it. I’m kind of in a state of “meh” over it.

So I've brewed a cup of coffee in my orange paisley patterned cup and I've got my feet up, admiring my scarlet pumps, when the smell of green grass and ocean and man wafts over me.   I close my eyes and try not to show my pleasure at his arrival…nor my annoyance. Can’t a girl procrastinate!

“If you wanted to procrastinate then you should have kept the dark trickster around.”

*I lean my head to the side to peek around the monitor of my laptop at MineMuse as he lounges against the doorway, arms crossed over broad chest*

“Actually, you’re correct, but I wonder, if between you Alapha and Knox there wasn't a little persuasion for him to “take a hike”.

*He doesn't confirm or deny this vocally, but the smirk on his face tells me everything I need to know*

“What are you doing with those shoes on?”

*Chris pushes away from the door and saunters…yes, saunters is how I’d describe it, into my office to stand at the edge of my desk. Something flashes in those icy blue eyes. Something warm and ….wicked. Something a little dark and a lot delicious.*

“Getting in the mood.  I need to feel …sexy in order to write.”

*One pale eyebrow lifts over the dark frame of his glasses. The light catches there and if I squint I think I see the slightest hint of ginger in those nearly invisible blonde hairs. For a moment his eyes widen and then he squints back at me and I wonder aloud..*

“ What are you about, Enforcer?”

*Eyes that were lidded open suddenly and a hint of a smile dances. A flash of that dimple and I’m screwed.*

“Not yet you aren't, but you will be”

*His voice is thick with warning. The words are heady. The smell of tobacco and chocolate ….rich rich dark chocolate envelopes me as his strong hands grasp my ankles. For a moment he studies the sparkles on the heel of my pumps before using my legs to steer my chair back from the desk. The lights have dimmed now and all I can focus on is the brief glimpse of his tattoo peeking from under the sleeve of his t-shirt. Gently he lets my his hand travel up my calf then back down to my ankles. The vice like grip is fire hot and oddly—soothing. Chris removes my pumps and with measured movements places them against the wall.*

“I am not sure how wearing those things help you to write. As pretty as they are and as great as they look on you, I can’t imagine that they are comfortable. Or maybe that’s what you’re looking for.  A bit of pain… a little torture.”

*I have no intention of validating his assessment. I bite my tongue and close my eyes to keep from saying anything. He takes my silence has his answer.*

“That’s O.K., Little Switch. I know what it is you want… need.  We can play, if you want. You do want to play, don’t you?”

*I can’t tell if it’s because he is asking me or if it’s the feel of him standing behind me, strong hands now kneading at those ever present knots in my shoulders, that does me in, but I moan and let my head dip forward.  Briefly his lips touch my neck. Warm and moist, the feeling burns through me and sets fire to my spine. Electrifying the chain of my necklace so that it burns hot against my skin.*

“If I say something smart, are you going to stop?”

*I nearly whisper. Afraid that he will stop regardless. The man’s hands are magic. I’d pay and have paid handsomely to have my tense muscles “tortured” this way. To have the tension released and to feel that sexy, euphoric rush of being boneless and sedated.*

“ Do you want me to stop, Little Switch?”

*His voice is both sand paper and honey on my nerves. But those hands….oh those hands are doing wonders. Petting in slow languid strokes and then pressing deeply just there….mmmm right there where …ahhhh yup right there.*

*His chuckle behind me is everything.  And I do mean everything.  I want to hide my face, so that the flame of my blush doesn't show. Do I want him to stop?  Is he insane?*

“No, don’t stop. Just...don't stop.”

“Then spin me a tale, Little Switch. And make it...”

*His voice drops of and the graze of his tongue against my neck as he licks there causes me to sit up quickly, my eyes wide. My breath is caught in my throat and my heart beat is in limbo as if someone just hit pause. The nip of his teeth at my ear lobe sends me crashing into fast forward. My heart slams against my chest and I melt….honest to goodness melt into a puddle of  ME right here in my chair. Nothing left but a startled, if satisfied grin. I don’t know where the strength to talk comes from and truthfully I have to try several times to find my voice. When I speak, it sounds like wind being forced from my lungs. All air and lust.*

“Make it what?” 

*I open my eyes and watch as he struts all fair skin and naked…wait naked…when did wow, would you look at that ass…those thighs.  Clearly, I've spoken allowed because he pauses in the door way and flexing the muscles in his back. Head held high, he does not look over his shoulder and I almost have to strain to hear him.*

"Something hot"

*He closes the door without ever looking back. I'm convinced that if I stare at it,  I'll develop x-ray vision and  see him padding softly down the hall, the sinewy muscles stretching and contracting.  My breath leaves me on a long, lusty sigh. I'm not sure how much hotter it can get. But the smile on my face tells me I'm about to find out.* 

ANNNNND that’s where I AM.  Trying to remember to make it hot.  I've got my pen and note pad ready to go and Over the next few blog posts you’ll find a short lil diddy Based on the newest muse, Chris.  Much like “landing Knox” this story will be…whatever flows …a break away from my pressing deadlines.

I haven’t thought of a title for it yet… but there are lots of clues above about what will be involved.  I’m not sure who “she” is at the moment, but she is one lucky Woman to have a “chris” at her disposal.