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Candyman

Note: Nicole Austin’s Books are intended for those readers 18 years old or older.

“Come on, Edie.”

“Give us a song, doll.”

Applause erupted as she rose and made her way toward the stage. She instructed the band on her song choice and enlisted the trombone player’s assistance. Walter’s hands closed around her slim waist as he lifted her up onto the shiny black piano.

Someone handed her a microphone and Edie lay on her side in a provocative pose that accentuated her curvaceous hips. It grew so quiet she heard the soft sounds of people shifting in their chairs, along with the muted shuffle of feet as they moved closer. The air thickened with expectancy, the audience seeming to hold their breath. She felt their rapt attention resting on the darkened stage awaiting her performance.

A breathless series of moans eased from her lips, the sensual sounds captured by the microphone and carried to the furthest reaches of the club.

“Ahh, mmmhmm, yeah.”

She hummed then sucked in a long breath between her teeth, savoring the sexy hiss. She started the song acapella.

“Well hello there, handsome.”

The pianist joined in, delicate tinkling tones merging with her low-pitched sultry voice.

A light snapped on behind her, its diffuse glow silhouetting her body.

“You’re such a naughty boy.”

The guitarist began to play, adding a vibrating strum to the mix.

“Left me hot and bothered.”

Next the horns resonated through the room.

“Needing your sweet lovin’.”

As the stage lights rose in a slow progression, Edie slid her hand along her side, drawing attention to her body. Appreciative catcalls and whistles rang out, but never loud enough to detract from her singing.

Her eyes adjusted to the lighting and she scanned the rapt listeners, many of whom sat on the edge of their seats. Making a complete circuit of the room, she paused often to give the men the thrill of being noticed.

So many strong men to choose from, yet none had that certain something she longed for. The spark that would ignite her flame. Tender romance and an all-consuming passion to make her feel alive.

The sensuous lyrics flowed over her tongue, caressed her lips, seduced the crowed but left her feeling cold and alone—set apart by her aloof persona. Damned by the outcome of a plan of her own design.

“You make me feel, ahaa mmmm.”

Her gaze landed on a group of Air Force men banded together, one standing out from the others—the obvious leader surrounded by his loyal troops. He stood tall and confident in the tan class-B uniform. A silver bar on each shoulder indicated his rank—first lieutenant. The silver wings over his heart were the proud symbol of an aviator.

Her heart rate spiked and blood pounded in her ears. A gluttonous need exceeding anything she’d ever known assaulted Edie. Her breasts swelled, her belly did somersaults and the most wondrous tingling spread through her sex.

Licking dry lips, she drank in every detail, feeling ravenous for the tall, dark and devastating officer. He nodded and said something to one of his men, but the intent focus of his eyes never left her. She had the perception of light colored eyes, perhaps blue. The lighting made it impossible to tell, but she knew. His gaze pierced straight into her core. The rest of the club faded into the background and it was just the two of them. Her voice became even huskier as she sang to him. Only him.

The one.

The flesh and blood incarnation of her fantasy man.

He issued a command and the men at his side fanned out around the room. Edie had no idea how she managed to stay put and finish the song when her body screamed for action. Her arms longed to hold him close and her fingers itched to slide through his hair. She wanted to be pressed tight against him from shoulder to ankle. To let her tongue discover each detail of his sexy mouth and savor his taste.

Would his kiss be soft and tender or hard and greedy? Would his solid masculine planes fit her supple feminine curves as well as she imagined?

She could almost feel his warm hands flowing over her body, gently squeezing her breasts, plucking at her nipples. Fiery sparks shot straight to her core, which grew damp and softened. Her gaze drifted over him and she wondered if his cock would measure up to his large frame. Would he stretch her wide, fill her beyond any previous experience? Take her to wondrous new places? Satisfy her dark, burning hungers?

Would he taste half as good as he looked?

Finding out the answer to those questions had just become her number one priority.