Welcome to Day 6 of my Christmas celebration, called THE 12 DAYS OF M. LEIGHTON.
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DAY 6: Signed Down to You paperback and Down to You swag
And now onto teaser number two. Wahoooooooooooooo
DAY 6 WINNER IS
NAARAH SCHEFFLER
EXCERPT 2:
I walk over, stopping at the
bar across from her. I watch as she
wraps the last bottle and puts it back on the shelf. She looks around, making sure everything is
done and the bar is clear before she turns to me. “Have I ever told you how
beautiful you are?”
Shyly, she looks away for a heartbeat
before she brings her eyes back to mine.
She’s still not quite comfortable with compliments, which shocks
me. How someone who looks like she does
could ever feel less than drop-dead gorgeous is beyond me. Yet she does.
In a backward way, that makes her even more appealing.
“You might’ve mentioned it once
or twice before,” she says coyly, biting her lip in that way I love. It makes
me want to carry her into the back room again.
But it would have to be quick.
And a quickie isn’t what I want with this girl. Unless it can be followed up with something
much more…thorough.
Watching me from the corner of
her eye, she turns and starts walking slowly toward the cut-out. With the bar
between us, I walk with her.
“That’s right. I did mention it before. I remember telling you how amazing you are. I think we were in front of a mirror.” My dick twitches behind my zipper just
thinking about sliding into Olivia from behind and coming inside her in the
ladies’ bathroom at Tad’s. “Does that sound familiar?”
As she walks, she glances up at
me from the corner of her eye. I see the
flash of hot desire. I know she
remembers it just as perfectly as I do.
She clears her throat. “Um, yeah.
That seems vaguely familiar.” Her grin is playful.
God, what a tease!
“Vaguely? Maybe I didn’t pound it into you hard
enough.”
“Oh, I think you pounded it in
plenty hard.”
“Maybe I should’ve taken the
time to give you a good tongue-lashing, too, then.”
“Oh, I think the form of
communication you used was very effective.”
“So it’s all coming back to you now?”
“Yes, it’s all coming back to me.”
“If you’re lying, I could sweat
it out of you, you know.”
“I’m not lying. It’s etched into my memory. Permanently.”
“Maybe we should revisit it,
just so you’re clear on everything we discussed. I want to make sure it’s in there. Nice and deep. So you never forget it.”
Finally her grin turns into a
giggle just as we’re nearing the cut-out at the end of the bar. When she rounds the corner, I’m there
blocking her way with my body.
“I doubt there’s anything you
could do to get it in there any deeper.”
“Oh, I can think of one or two
things. The only way we’ll know for sure,
though, is to try. And I don’t know about you, but I’m committed to this. Invested.
And I’m nothing if not thorough.”
