Eight Sentence Sunday #9

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This week's eight are from my newest story, A New Year for Eve. You can find a short blurb to describe it below:

Thirty-one. Divorced. Happy?

It's December 31st, and Eve's divorce papers have just been finalized. It's also her thirty-first birthday, and at this point, she can't imagine a scenario in which she doesn't die a spinster. But when Aaron from IT surprises her with a late Christmas gift at the office New Year's Eve party, Eve suddenly sees a way out of her gloomy future: one that involves Aaron and his naughty little gift. 

The eight sentences I'll be posting this week take place in the corporate offices of Eve's company. She's working up to a delicious punishment to inflict upon Aaron as revenge for his arrogant delusions of seducing her, now that she's divorced. For the first time in a long time, Eve is taking control of her life - and is engaging in a little sexual healing. ;)

... She reached over between his quivering thighs and suppressed a grin as he spread them apart so readily. She denied him the immediate gratification of freedom, instead walking her fingers up his legs to the button on his suit coat, slipping it through the hole and tucking each side behind his back through the openings in the rope. 

Aaron watched her hands intently, trying to anticipate the moment she would lower them to his groin, but he refused to give him the satisfaction – at least, not while he was trying to brace himself for it – and made a show of playing with his belt buckle while he writhed impatiently beneath her. 

“My, you must be young,” she mused, sliding the buckle past each notch at an excruciating pace. “Has no one ever taught you to enjoy it – to savor the experience from beginning to end?” 

“No, Miss Doyle,” he breathed, leaning his head back as she raked her nails down his inner thighs through the thin fabric of his slacks. 

“And you thought that you’d seduce me and have it over and done with in – oh, five minutes?” she prodded, running the back of a nail up under his frenulum until he gasped. “That sort of thing doesn’t impress me, Aaron - you would have been at a disadvantage.” ...

I hope you've enjoyed my eight sentences this week. If you've enjoyed this snippet, you can purchase A New Year for Eve from Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Smashwords, and All Romance eBooks. You can also access its page on Amazon by clicking on the cover art above.

If you're looking for some more great reads, try Veronica Hardy and John Dylena on for size!

Hope you're having a great weekend, and that it only gets better from here!