Six Sentence Sunday #29!

Hellooooo once again, my friends! This is the last official Six Sentence Sunday, I'm sad to say, but I'm going to continue posting little snippets on my blog every Sunday because I like to share. And I think you're pretty. And I'm in a really amazing mood today because I'm going to a Sound of Music sing-along with the fam to celebrate my upcoming 30th birthday! Woot-woot-wooty-woot-woot! :D My friends, Clinton and Julia, will enter you sufficiently while I'm gone. They're in a little story I call Human Touch. It's featured in the Passionate Exhibitions anthology which is now available in print! My first print! 

Here's the blurb: 

Julia Weston hasn’t been with a man in a long time. A really, really long time. Too damn long. When her friend notices her relocation into hermit-ville, she suggests an outing to the local museum for their newest exhibit: Penises of the World. There, the two women are wowed by the phenomenal phallic displays—everything from the 67-inch-long blue whale penis to the anaconda’s two-for-one special.

Clinton Foster, the museum curator, has had his eye on Julia from the moment she entered the building. He’s stunned by her beauty, fascinated by her quirkiness, and praying for an excuse—any excuse—to talk to her. When she stops (for an obscene amount of time) to gawk at the well-endowed whale and attempts to touch the display, Clinton quickly jumps in and asks her to refrain from disturbing the displays. That’s a museum no-no. She accompanies him back to his office under the pretense of further reprimanding, and she soon learns there is a certain penis on the premises that is fair game. 

And, since this is the last SSS, and since I'm in a particularly fabulous mood today, I'm gonna give you a whole lot more than six sentences! Enjoy! :)

Gazing at her beneath thick dark lashes, he said, “You’re a work of art. I should put you on display.”

“Uh, you mean, I’d have my own exhibit, right? ‘Cause I have lady parts, and I don’t really think I look like—” His laughter cut her off mid-sentence.

He stood and reached for her other hand, pulling her to her feet. Pulling her until there was barely a breath of space between them. He lowered his head.

“This wasn’t supposed to happen,” she whispered before his lips crushed hers. His tongue swept along her lower lip, making her shiver. His arms cushioned her against him, warm and strong and so damn perfect. “I’m on hiatus,” she mumbled incoherently as hot palms slid up her waist and cupped her breasts, firm and demanding in their touch.