Thursday, 9 March 2017

#SneakPeek: Please Me by Stasia Black

The club is packed, which is perfect for my purposes. I start to dance to the music but I don’t lose myself in it. Every move is calculated. I dance my way through the people and my eyes scan every man as I go. I pass by the ones already attached to a woman.
I edge by a group of women who are all dancing together and laughing. I pause, then smile and join the periphery of their group.
I’m easily welcomed in. One of the girls who’s voluptuous with wild, curly hair holds out a hand to me. When I grab it, she spins me. It startles a laugh out of me. Wow, I didn’t realize how much tension I’ve been carrying. It works its way out of my shoulders as we dance. It feels good to earn my sweat this way. It’s also a good cover to watch the crowd and keep up the hunt.
That’s when I find him. My target for the night.
He’s medium height and build. Medium’s a good word for him all around. Not too handsome, but far from ugly. He’s not aggressive in his dancing, either. He approaches women to dance, but he does it from the front. He moves into their space and holds out a hand in invitation to pull them closer. Giving them the choice to accept or decline.
That decides it. He’s the one.
The transition to the next song is smooth and it’s a sultry beat. The guy is just turning in the crowd, still moving his head with the music a little awkwardly like he’s trying to figure out where to go next. I slink up to him, eyes at half-mast and licking my lips for good measure.
I’m not big on subtlety.
His eyes widen when he notices me. A smile lights up his face and he starts moving with the music more. He looks like he’s about to do the not-so-smooth-move-into-my-space-ritual I’ve seen him do with the other girls, but I beat him to it. I step into him and drape my arm around his neck, my breasts crushed against his chest.
“Wanna dance?” I hiss into his ear.
“Yeah,” he chokes out, nodding his head at the same time.
I smile, but barely pull back. Instead, I drop my face into his neck. He smells good. Well, he might have overdone it a little on the cologne, but at least it’s not one of those obnoxious smelling ones. He didn’t douse himself in Axe or anything. It’s a fresh, cool beachy smell. It feels like everything else about this guy—a little overeager, but really kind of sweet.
I slide my leg in between his so I’m straddling his thigh. Then I dance the fuck out of the song.
And when I say fuck, I do mean fuck.
I’m all but humping his leg as I writhe my hips back and forth to the beat. I keep my arm hooked around his neck but let my upper body loose. I throw my head back and arch my body, breasts thrust toward his face, held up only by my grip on the back of his neck.
I can feel his absolute focus on me, how completely I’ve captivated him. To him, I’m a goddess who walked out of nowhere and chose him.
Oh yeah. My blood heats. I feel the beginning of the rush I’ve been seeking all night.
I roll my torso once, twice, then I pull myself back up toward him in a dramatic whip so that my fake hair flies and a little bit of the lightheaded feeling comes back.
It only feeds my high. I grab Mr. Nice Guy’s face and kiss the fuck out of him. I don’t bother with the tentative, questioning kisses. No, my tongue immediately goes for the invasion. And after one stunned second, he’s reciprocating.
His hands drop to my waist.
My waist.
He’s so fucking adorable. Even with me mauling the hell out of him, he doesn’t go for the ass grab.
Now that’s a gentleman.
I pull back from the kiss, taking his bottom lip in between my teeth in a way that elicits a low groan from him. I can feel from the tent in the front of his pants where I’m pressed fully against him that this isn’t just a one-way street of sexual interest. Good.
I give his lip another nip and then move to his ear again. “Come with me.” I have to shout to be heard over the music. I back away from him, but not before I’ve firmly grabbed his arm to pull him behind me through the crowd.
Mr. Nice Guy is about to get lucky.


MORE About Please Me

He thought he could break me. Well he was f#@king wrong.

I’m done being the weak little girl that men look at and see as someone to take advantage of. It’s time I turned the tables. It’s time I took control of my own goddamned life.

And I’ll start by demanding my pleasure and taking my due. From any and every man I want. But none of them will really ever touch me. I’m a fortress of one.

As much as I want to be done with the past, though, it’s not done with me. The man who tried to break me and the man who wants to heal my fractured places are both back in my life.

Neither will let me move on and before I know it, I’m pulled back into the most dangerous game yet. I’ve learned well enough that there are so many worse things to suffer in this life than a broken heart. When end games are revealed and I understand the part I’m meant to play, will my new-found strength be enough or will I be forced to betray the one I’m just learning how to love? 



Stasia Black is an author who’s drawn to romantic stories that don’t take the easy way out. She wants to see beneath people’s veneer and into their dark places, their twisted motives, and their deepest desires. She likes to toss her characters into the tempest and watch them hurt, fight, bleed, and then find out what, if anything, comes out the other side. Come along for the journey because it’s one helluva ride.

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