Out now! Sinful Pleasures: An Anthology of Erotic Tales by
Sinful Press (@sinfulpress)
Sinful
Press welcomes you to lose yourself in Sinful Pleasures.
Join us as we weave our way
from mainstream erotic romance to surreal sex-filled dreamscapes and everything
in between, created by some of the best new and established voices in the
erotica genre.
Janine Ashbless, Ella
Scandal, Sonni de Soto, Jo Henny Wolf, Lily Harlem, Lady Divine, Gail Williams,
Samantha MacLeod, Tony Fyler, Ellie Barker, Lisa McCarthy
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Excerpt from “The Butterfly Waltz”
Sinful Pleasures
The phone rang and Michael’s muscles tensed. He stared
into her pleading eyes for a moment, his hand hovering over the piece of
plastic. “I’m really sorry, honey. I need to take this.” He pushed her off his
lap and scooped the phone from the table, placing it to his ear. “Rob, talk to
me.”
Amy stood, unmoving apart
from the clenching and unclenching of her fists. Getting out of bed to work on
the day he’d promised to her was bad enough, but to push her away as if she
meant nothing…. What to do? Her mind spiralled. Earlier she’d been capable of
walking away, but now she’d had a taste of what was missing and it tore into
her heart like a dagger. She took a step back, reaching for the door handle,
her eyes never leaving the back of his head.
You’re
not seriously giving up are you?
Her hand faltered on the
cold metal.
Who
is more important, you or them?
I am, she told herself.
He’s not going to do this. Come on, girl, you love a challenge. Amy moved
around the chair into Michael’s line of sight. He placed a hand in the air,
fingers splayed. No, five minutes wouldn’t do anymore. From now on, if Amy
wanted attention, Amy would damn well get it.
Ignoring the hand gesture,
she knelt in front of him, her hands deftly undoing his jeans. He stared down
at her, eyes wide, his lips mouthing the word 'no' as she moved from button to
button. He was hard already. His erection pushed against the faded denim and
she rubbed her hand against him, letting her nails grate over the top of the
taut fabric. A hissing sound escaped from his mouth and he scrunched his eyes
closed at her touch. Placing a hand over the receiver, Michael whispered,
“Please, don’t.”
“Stop?
I wasn’t going to,” she replied, a smile playing across her face as she slid
her fingers through the opening in the jeans and wrapped them around his shaft.
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