Happy release day, Bittersweet Halloween!
This week, in the More Than A Guilty Pleasure class I’m teaching this fall, we’re spending a lot of time talking and thinking in scenes, not chapters. (Chapters, I suggest, are entirely irrelevant. Ha. Take that, conventional wisdom.) Anyway, I haven’t given you anything truly dirty to read for a while, and some of the sex scenes in Bittersweet Halloween would set the Internet on fire–and all of Text Me, Cupid is overall so structured that every plot point/scene is a spoiler–but here’s one from early on in the book that works pretty well as a stand-alone and doesn’t really spoil anything. It’s from the scene called
She was wearing four inch stilettos with straps that wound around and above her ankles, and a thin, almost sheer black dress.
“What happened to your hair?” he demanded, sinking his fingers into short tight curls. “Is this why you wouldn’t send me any selfies? Oh-my-god. It’s all gone!”
“It’s not all gone,” she said. “It’s just… short.”
“All gone,” Will said mournfully. “And I so loved having all those hairs to pull out of my mouth. And I was looking forward to…” he kissed her earlobe, then neck, “pulling them out of my shower drain. You’ve only been in my shower once, right? There was like an entire red cat in there the next day.”
“I’m happy to see you too,” Florence said. “You don’t like it?”
“I love it,” he said. “I can see more of your face. And, oh, fuck, those shoes. The dress. Where’s the washroom?”
“Where’s your luggage?”
“Fuck my luggage. I can buy new clothes. Washroom?”
“Luggage. Car. Apartment.”
“Have you lost all your adventurous spirit with the hair? Look, right there. A handicapped washroom, no less. Just made for…”
“Will? Let’s go get your fucking luggage.”
“OK, fine. I’ve got a present for you in there, by the way. But as soon as we get the luggage, we find a washroom.”
They didn’t—or rather, they weren’t able to find one that they could enter with anything resembling privacy.
“You’ll have to wait until we get to the car,” Florence teased.
He smacked her ass, then squeezed it.
“You hope,” he murmured.
They didn’t make it to the car. He dropped his suitcase and laptop bag inside the airport parkade stairwell.
“You are going to keep on saying, ‘I missed you, I missed you, I missed you,’” he told her, pressing her against the wall.
“And what are you going to do?” she asked.
He unzipped his pants very quickly and pulled a condom out of his pocket.
“Come,” he said. “Very, very selfishly. And you’ll love it.”
“I will,” she said.
He pushed her dress—so fucking flimsy—up above her breasts. Relished her glorious, freckled nakedness.
“Go,” he said, and thrust.
“I missed you,” she said. “I missed you. Oh, fuck, Will, I missed you so much…”
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