Cannot believe it's Sunday once again, and the last one of June too, at that... I'd promised snippets from my 1NS throughout June, and here we are at the last Six Sentence Sunday post for this short story. Can I entice you to go grab your copy of this one with this last excerpt...? *grin*
This story is the one that's closest to my heart right now, because it allowed me to go back to my writing roots - deep romance with slants on women's fiction and heroines with the same ethnic and cultural origins as mine, and the setting that of my island, Mauritius. I started writing to show Mauritius to the world...
And I admit both Lars and Simmi grew on me, the more I got to know them. I didn't want to leave them when this story was over, and I hope they stay with the people who read this one, too.
Anyhow, let's stop with the emotional waterworks-inducing reminisces, and get to the heart of the matter.
I love Lars Rutherford, because he is a man who knows what he wants... and what he wants is Simmi Moyer. Full stop.
He got her all worked up last week; remember that exchange? We pick up where we left off today.
“So how do I make you scream my name when you come if you don’t even know what it is?” he asked as he moved back to look into her face.
“Tell me,” he coaxed, “how do I make you come when I don’t even know your name? How do I ask you what pleasures you?”
She blinked, her eyelids drooping; her pupils had dilated, and the come-hither bedroom gaze she fixed on him poked at the smoldering embers of desire burning in his gut.
“You don’t have to,” she said on a ragged breath.
“Make you come or know your name?”
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Hope you all are having a lovely Sunday!
From Mauritius with love,