Ebony Campbell went out with her girlfriends with the intention of finding a man worthy enough of her time to have a summer fling. Good conversation and sex. How hard could that be? Little did she know, the man who stepped up to the challenge would be a blond haired bass player in a band. She thought her attempts to discourage him worked...or did they?
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Excerpt:
Ebony removed her helmet. Her hair was a mess, but it looked good.
She reached to release the curly locks from the ponytail holder, allowing them
to settle on her shoulders.
Once our eyes met, she bit her lip. Her eyebrows shot up as she
stifled a laugh. I smirked, which caused her laughter to burst out and me to
join in. We looked like idiots.
Ebony wiped tears from the corners of her eyes. She was beautiful.
Unable to resist, I ran my fingers through the free strands of her hair. She
didn’t pull away. I indulged, brushing my fingers along her cheek, and tucked
the hair behind her ear.
It felt like silk. As my fingers grazed her cheek again, her
laughter slowed. Her eyes focused on me with just a hint of a question. Her
lips parted, sending what I hoped was a silent invitation.
I was aware of the people veering around us as they rushed by. The
sound of the ocean, laughter, and dogs barking were no longer the focus of my
attention though. Nothing else mattered. No longer thinking, I did what came
naturally. My finger rested beneath her jaw as I leaned in to kiss her.
I pressed my lips lightly against hers, inviting her to return the
kiss, silently praying for permission for more. Her body tensed beneath my
fingertips, so I stopped my lips from taking what they wanted. But, it was too
late; I’d crossed the line.
MJ
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