Hotwife's Christmas Raffle
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~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~
Someone with sense had ordered the food, Joe saw to his relief. Ther was nothing sillier than a man trying to hold a plate with one hand, a drink with another, and a fork with the third hand he didn’t have. Everything was finger food. Even the miniature burgers and tacos could be eaten with one hand. He began to load up a plate with the burgers, tacos, chips, thick-cut brownies and, somewhat guiltily as his mother raised her eyebrows at him, some carrots and celery sticks. There was also spiced apple cider to drink, and he helped himself to a glass.
“I do like a young man with a big…appetite,” a voice murmured in his ear.
Startled, he turned, nearly tripping over his feet in the process. Then his eyes nearly fell out of his head. Carol Blanchett stood in front of him, a small, strange smile on her lips. She was dressed in a crimson off-the-shoulder dress which clung to her curves like a second skin. That is, what there was of it clung like a second skin. But there really wasn’t all that much of it. Especially in the…chest area. Helplessly Sean felt his gaze drawn to the creamy depths of the older woman’s cleavage, where a diamond pendant hung between her breasts.
“Hello, Joe.” And the temperature in the room seemed to spike. “Did you just get here?”
He nodded, feeling like an idiot. “Yes. Thanks for inviting us.” He swallowed. “Um. That’s a very nice dress. You look great.”
Her smile grew deeper. “Thank you. I know it isn’t very…appropriate. Not really. But I knew it was going to be so…hot…in here, with all the extra bodies.” She leaned closer. “Do you feel hot, Joe? That jacket and tie can’t be very comfortable.” She lifted a hand, clasping the knot of the tie in her fingers, and pulled, just a little. Unresisting, his head bent until their faces were only inches apart. “Would you like to take it off, Joe?” The tip of her tongue touched her lips. “Your tie, I mean?”
Joe nodded, caught in the fire in those sapphire-blue eyes. Hell, she looks like Santa’s slutty daughter! “Then take it off, Joe.” Her voice fell, growing breathy. “Take it all off.”
He was just loosening his tie when another voice came from the side, dousing his lust like a bucket of cold water. “Hello, Carol. What a lovely dress. I wish I could wear that color.”
