Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Desert Heat: When She Was Bad She Was Good

It was hotter than the blazes, the barren plains of Phoenix, Arizona granted Niyol  refuge far off from civilization.  The Wind Walker Museum was a world-renowned menagerie, natural history museum and botanical garden, all in one place.  Niyol removed his T-shirt, draped it over the back of a chair and glowered at the screeching air conditioning system.

"Don't let it ruin the mood," Kai said, excited over their take for the afternoon, as she handed him a bottle of cold water from the cooler.

"I just want some relief from this blasted heat," Niyol said, brushing his hand against her as he took the water.  "When I sweat I get sticky.  You don't like touching me when I'm sticky."

Kai grabbed the waist of Niyol's denim jeans and unbuckled his belt.  She pulled the black leather slowly through the loops.  "Gotta get you into something lighter." she said.

"Jeez, Kai," he removed her hands from his waist.  "You'd love to get me out of my clothes.  But we don't have time for hanky panky.  Duty calls."

She smiled broadly and nudged him back onto the newly-upholstered high-back chair.  "I put the closed sign on the front door.  We've got forty five minutes of fooling around."

"Niyol laughed.  "Darling, you are wicked."  He began to unzip the back of her dress.  "I'm yours for forty five minutes, then it's back to work."

Kai lowered her hand to Niyol's lap and felt his desire rising.  "I can do whatever I want, huh?"

The dress was off.  His gray eyes widened at the sight of her bare chest.  "You had it all planned."

"Niyol."

"What?"

"Seducing you is like pulling a wisdom tooth.  Extremely difficult."

"Don't try so hard."  Niyol started feeling a totally different kind of heat.

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