Sunday Snog – City Nights: One Night in Paris

Sunday Snog

City Nights: One Night in ParisIt’s time for another Sunday Snog, yay! My M/F erotic romance novella, City Nights: One Night in Paris was released on Friday, so as part of the ongoing celebrations, I’m sharing a snog from that. Read on for sexy Parisian street snogging…

“Ignoring your last comment, that sounds good to me. I’d rather get other stuff done than stand in a queue for hours on end. Stupid, really. I booked a bus tour beforehand, but not an entry ticket to the Eiffel Tower.”

“I’m glad you did,” she said, bumping him lightly with her hip.

“Why’s that?”

“Because if you hadn’t been on that particular bus at that particular time, we wouldn’t have met. And if you’d booked a ticket for the tower, you’d have been rushing off now, instead of spending time with me.”

“That’s true.” He grinned widely. “In that case, it was an incredibly intelligent move. Practically genius.”

“Wow, I’m snogging a genius. Who would have thought it? Little old me!”

“But you’re not actually snogging—” Jacob’s words were cut off as Annabelle moved right in front of him, stretched up on her tiptoes and pressed her lips to his. In spite of the wine, he froze for several seconds as his brain tried to catch up with what his body was telling him.

Soon, his body forced his brain to snap out of it, and he responded accordingly, wrapping his arms around Annabelle, pulling her closer and returning the kiss with relish. Her lips were plump, pliant, and her mouth was hot and tasted of the wine they’d been drinking, as well as the chocolaty dessert they’d shared.

Eager to taste more, Jacob slipped his tongue between her lips, deepening the kiss, letting his passion roam. The way he teased and explored her mouth obviously turned her on, as the hands she’d previously linked behind his neck shifted down his body, cupping his arse. Squeezing it, pulling him harder into her.

This close, she couldn’t fail to notice the rapidly-hardening cock trapped between their bodies, but it didn’t seem to bother her. Far from it, in fact. She seemed just as aroused as he, her hands shamelessly groping his backside and little grunts and groans emanating from her throat as they devoured each other’s mouths.

Only the fact they were standing in a busy street held Jacob back. Probably just as well, too, given they’d only just met. If they had privacy, who knew what they’d end up doing.

A torrent of rapid French and what sounded like a group of people laughing yanked him out of the moment. Gently disentangling from Annabelle, he looked towards the source of the noise, seeing what looked like a tour group staring and giggling.

You can get your hands on City Nights: One Night in Paris here.

Also, don’t forget to head back to Blissekiss and see what other luscious lip to lip action other authors have posted. Yum!

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