March release - SOMETHING TO TALK ABOUT

As Trace has already posted the cover for my March release, SOMETHING TO TALK ABOUT, a naughty short erotica about a teacher and her student, I thought I should post a tiny excerpt as a teaser,

Christiane

“What happened next, Maddy could never quite figure out. She remembered opening up the blanket and stepping forward to throw it over Ty. But that’s where things became a bit fuzzy. Whether she stepped on the edge of the blanket and it got caught in the heel of her shoe, or whether she simply tripped, or whether Ty had something to do with what happened was impossible to say. All she knew for sure was that one minute she was standing on her two feet, the next she was spread-eagled on top of Ty’s hard, hot body, his arms were around her, and he was kissing her, like he planned to never stop.
His lips were soft and warm and tasted of coffee. Then his tongue was in her mouth, invading, exploring, tangling with hers in a wild, suggestive dance that could only end one way—unless she did something to stop it. And stopping Ty from doing whatever he wanted was the last thing on Maddy’s mind. She’d yearned for this for so long, dreamed about it for even longer, and now it was actually happening.
“Have you any idea how long I’ve wanted to do this?” he murmured as he left her mouth and began nuzzling her neck.
“I’d say about the same length of time I’ve been wishing you would.”
“You putting me on?”
“No. I’ve always felt there was a little chemistry between us. But I thought it was just me--my wishful imagination, I mean. I’m not married or seeing anyone, and while I’m not exactly sex-starved, I…uh…you know what I mean?”
“A little chemistry?” He unbuttoned her jeans and his hands moved down to squeeze and caress her buttocks. “I hate to admit this, but I’m beginning to think Dennis and Karen have every right to be worried. There’s a whole lot of chemistry going on between the two of us. I don’t know about you, but I noticed it the first time I came to see you at the college and asked if you’d help me with the series.”
“I noticed. But being the teacher and all…” She pushed her fingers through his hair and began a little nuzzling of her own. “You should have said something.”
He laughed and slipped a hand between her legs. “I wanted to. But…”
“But what?”
“I’m just a lowly student. And you’re always so prim, proper and professional, I was scared you’d slap me down. So I just gritted my teeth, tried to forget that just looking at you gives me a hard-on and crazy, erotic thoughts you wouldn’t believe, and limped out to my car each night after our session was over.”
“You said you’d hurt your knee playing football.”
“I know. I lied. …”