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Moonlight and Merlot

September 27, 2011

The continuing saga of the lives, loves and heartbreaks of the residents of Dion Valley, CA.

As with all the best things in life, this is for adults only.

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The doorbell rang again and Phoebe rolled her eyes as she trudged toward the foyer. So much for a nice, hot shower. Where was that damn maid anyway? she fumed as she walked. The quality of domestic help her father hired these days was obviously sadly lacking. She was to have to say a thing or three about this at dinner tonight.

The doorbell rang another time, the chime resounding through the empty mansion, and Phoebe cursed under her breath. Whoever was waiting so very impatiently at her door was about to regret their decision to stop by today.

She pulled open the door, ready to berate the visitor, but the words died on her lips as the sight of the man on her doorstep stole the breath right out of her lungs. Tall, dark-haired, dark eyes, full, pouty lips, dark stubble on his very chiseled jaw, broad shoulders… He was perhaps the most darkly beautiful man she had ever seen and instant lust shot through her system.

“Phoebe,” he said, crossing the threshold and entering the foyer. Even his voice was darkly sensual, like melted chocolate.

She had enough presence of mind to wonder how he knew her name, but before she could form the question, he pressed two fingers to her lips. “Shh, not now,” he said, and that velvet voice rolled over her, melting her from the inside out.

Her back hit the far wall of the room and it was only then that she realized she had been backing up as he advanced on her. His fingers traced over her lips and then gently caressed her jaw, her throat. Her pulse raced under his touch and her eyes focused on his plump lips. She licked her bottom lip, very much wanting a taste of him.

He cupped the back of her head and brought her face close to his. A wave of liquid heat flowed through her as she felt his warm breath on her skin. He smelled of cardamom and lavender and a powerful ache began to grow low in her belly.

He flashed her a knowing, satisfied smirk and then took her mouth in a rough and thorough kiss.

[Until next Tuesday…]

2 Comments leave one →
  1. September 27, 2011 4:42 pm

    ROWR. Why can’t I answer the door for THAT?!

    • September 28, 2011 7:52 am

      Ha! Enticing as he may sound, you may not actually want this one on your doorstep.

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