At Residence 11, we want to bring you the latest in romance and erotic stories from top authors. Below is a sexy excerpt from erotic romance novel Passing Through by Alexa J. Day.

The wooden patio on top of the building offered little in the way of scenic views. It faced the neighboring salon, not the beach, and from an ancient Adirondack chair, Gigi could look down into the parking lot and the Dumpster. Beyond her building and the hair salon, the neighborhood crept up the hill into the suburbs. She could make out a couple of beach house backyards. Muffled rhythm thumped from a screened-in porch in the distance.

How many summer bartenders had found their way up here for an after-shift beer? All of them, probably. She chuckled at the memory of her two year-round bartenders hauling a minifridge up the narrow wooden stairs to the corner, where she now sought a drink of her own. The privacy up here provided a much-needed escape from the commotion of the bar, and with the mini-fridge, it wasn’t a bad spot for a drink with friends. Or a hookup.

Her iPad lay next to the abandoned glass of water and a candle she’d found on the weathered wooden table near the door. The lights hadn’t worked up here in years. Seeing a candle here, as she did every time she went to the patio, reminded her that she needed to get someone to take care of that. Between the candle and the fridge, one day someone was going to burn the place down.

Well, that would stop Dad from worrying about fraternization, wouldn’t it?

Heavy steps on the creaky wooden stairs captured her attention. “Here you are.” Noah’s voice liquefied something low in her belly. “I didn’t know where you got to.”

“I came up for a little fresh air. I thought I’d be back by the time you finished.”

He came out onto the patio, making the boards protest beneath his weight. “Well, it’s all done downstairs. You need anything else?”

Gigi breathed deeply of the hot summer air. That question.

“No, I’m sure it’s fine. I hope I didn’t keep you too long; I’m sure you have places to be tonight.”

“Me?” Noah chuckled. “No, I’m not going anywhere.”

“No?” She gestured at the other chair with the bottle. “You want to sit down for a minute?”

Noah dropped onto the neighboring Adirondack chair with a barely suppressed groan.

“That’s a blessed feeling, isn’t it?” She leaned back in the chair. “Sitting down after barbacking a double shift.”

“God, yes.” He stretched his arms over his head, arching his back until the joints popped.

She turned to watch him in repose. She could hardly make him out in the dark, but the sound of his sigh squeezed her heart. Weary. How long had he been weary like that?

“So how do you know how it feels to sit down after barbacking all day?” he asked.

Pleasant memories made her smile. “I was a barback. Dad always wanted me to take over the bar, but he refused to just hand me the job. He started me at the bottom of the totem pole.”

“Which is my job.”

“Yes, sir. You can’t bartend here until you’re twenty-one, and you have to be eighteen to serve alcohol as a waitress. But you can barback as soon as you can start working.”

He chuckled. “I have a new respect for you.”

“I loved it. I kind of grew up here, anyway.” She turned over onto her side to face him. “I mean, you’ve been here. This place is a lot of fun, even if you’re working, right?”

“It is a pretty good time.”

They looked out into the darkness. Faraway firecrackers popped, and a lone bottle rocket arced through the sky in a shower of sparks.

“I’m glad you’re here, Monroe,” she said. “Even if it’s just a summer thing.”

“I’m glad I’m here, too, boss,” he answered.

She considered a friendly jab about the task list she and Heather should not be keeping for him, and how much they needed him around to handle the aging bar’s growing set of needs. But instead she let the silence wrap around them both. Another bottle rocket squealed in the dark before exploding with a crack.

“I guess we should go,” she said.

He rose from the awkward chair with ease and offered her his hand. She slid her palm into his warm, work-roughened one and let him pull her to her feet. Inches away from him now, she felt that electricity again, a heavy thickness in the air between them.

She shouldn’t. Not this. Not with him. She should be responsible and walk away. She should go downstairs, lock up, and get in the car to go home.

She shouldn’t give in to this magnetic force, but it demanded surrender. It would have both of them sooner or later. She wasn’t strong enough to resist it forever.

Right now, she didn’t want to be. She only wanted him.

Her fingers resting lightly in his, she swayed toward him. Her arm wound around his shoulder and she lifted her face to his an instant before his mouth settled on hers.

Moving as one, their lips parted. She pressed her palm to the back of his neck, where the summer heat and hard work had made the skin sticky with sweat. She claimed his mouth with her tongue. The perfect satiny skin of his lips gave way to the heat of his mouth, and her tongue traced the back of his teeth, the hard shelf above and behind them. He released her hand, freeing her to embrace him. His arms wound around her waist and he pushed into her kiss, taking her mouth boldly.

Yes.

She lifted her chest up to meet his. The contact with his hard body brought her nipples to taut peaks.

She took his face in both hands and pushed herself just far enough away to breathe.

“Am I imagining this?” she whispered.

He shook his head. “No.”

She rocked her pelvis against his, her body landing against the stiffness in his pants. “Am I crazy for wanting to act on it?”

“You don’t seem crazy to me.”

She traced a line down his chest with her fingernail. “Take off your shirt.”

She took a step away from him, then another, before sliding her hands into her back pockets. For a moment, they stood there in the dark and watched each other in silence.

“Come on,” she said. “Take it off.”

He crossed his arms in front of him, grabbing the bottom of his shirt and then peeling it off. Smoothly, he pulled it over his head, and he stood with it clutched loosely in one hand. He watched her with an enticing mixture of caution and defiance in his eyes.

Gigi’s insides fluttered with an excitement that she hoped her face didn’t reveal. She’d expected some measure of hesitation from Noah, if not outright resistance. She’d thought it would take more than a simple command to bend him to her will. And yet here he was, bare chested, waiting for her instructions.

She approached him slowly. Her footsteps creaked on the weathered wood as she surveyed him. She drank deeply of the sight of him, the body she’d only been able to imagine beneath those clothes.

Her fingertips found his chest again, and she lightly raked her nails down to his stomach. His abs twitched at her touch, making her smile.

Ticklish. Nice.

She wanted to be behind him now, to see the muscles in his strong back tighten, to see the column of his neck in stark relief in the dim light.

Damn.

Wary, he turned to look at her over his shoulder. She spread her fingers over a big shoulder blade to reassure him, the way one might try to calm a skittish horse.

“Is this a little weird?” Her voice was almost a whisper.

“A little,” he answered. His mouth curled into a half-smile.

She wound her arms around him, pressed her body against his back. Her soft midsection met his tight ass. Her hands smoothed the coarse hair that dusted his chest. His scent, sweat and the whispery hint of cheap shampoo, teased her.

She longed to touch her lips, her tongue, to the base of his thick neck. To feel the bone there. Caress his earlobe with her mouth to see if he was ticklish there as well.

Not yet. Not now.

Instead, she whispered to him, “Do you like it?”

His head fell back toward hers, and his chest expanded into her hands. His surrender sent a thrill surging through her.

“Mmm,” he said, his voice rumbling through her. “I like it.”

She went on touching him, this man who gave his body over to her. She ran her hands through that short, sand-colored hair, and found it almost wiry beneath her palms. She stroked him as if he were an animal, a prized, well-bred beast born to serve her. She let one palm rest on his throat, where the pulse beat steady and strong, and traced his lips with the other hand.

This breath was hers now. This blood was hers.

She tucked her fingers inside his mouth. He curled his tongue around them, closing his mouth and sucking at the sensitive flesh.

Her insides went liquid, and she let her body undulate against his, let him feel how well he pleased her. Her own lips parted of their own accord. She longed to taste him, to lick and suck the skin salty with sweat.

She pulled her fingers free and squeezed his shoulders.

“Come here,” she said. She led him to the chair she’d struggled out of a moment before. When she pointed at it, he lowered himself into it. She studied the flex and release of his muscles.

Casting a shadow over him, she steadied herself on the chair and straddled him. Before he could reach for her, she went for his cock. Her hand rested on the long, stiff bulge beneath the zipper of his pants.

He’d feel so good inside her. Big enough to make her greedy flesh stretch for him. He liked this, the possessive way she touched him. His hips bucked up toward her, and he closed his eyes, silently asking for more.

“You have a condom, Noah?” She sat on his lap to rub his erection through his clothes.

His body went still. He opened his eyes and shook his head.

“No?” Her arousal began to recede, leaving her frustrated and achy.

He shook his head. No condom.

“That’s very disappointing, Noah.”

He groaned. “No s**t.”

She put her fingers to his lips to silence him, but not before his response made her laugh.

“I think this will be hardest on you, though,” she said. She turned around so that her back was facing him and lay down on top of him. Then she looked at him over her shoulder, sweeping her hair out of the way. “You’re going to make me come. And if I come hard enough, I’ll see you’re taken care of.” She made herself comfortable on him, grinding her ass into his hard-on. “You really ought to remember to carry a condom, Noah.”

From behind her, he tugged her shirt over her bra but not all the way off. “I’ll do better next time,” he whispered.

“Yes, you will,” she said.

The band of her bra tightened for a second and then went loose when he unfastened it. It tangled with her shirt as he exposed her breasts to the night air. She lifted herself into his hands, and he pushed her tits together. God, his touch engulfed her, so strong and sure. She needed more of him.

His mouth touched the column of her neck, his tongue tracing a line from her shoulder to her ear. Desire made her body tighten and ache for release. She covered his hands with her own and arched her back more.

He dug his fingers into her, engulfing her with his savage caress. She let up a long moan. He wanted more, too. His need for her came through with every touch.

He pinched the hard points of her nipples between his rough fingertips, rolling them until she squirmed on his lap. A cry of pleasure poured out of her. She opened her legs on his lap, spreading them wide, and he rested his thigh between them. She ground her pussy against his iron-hard leg. Abundant juices made her panties stick to her heated flesh. Honey-sweet friction built between her legs.

“You’re making me so wet,” she said. She released his hands and opened the button of her jeans before slowly lowering the zipper. The metallic rasp seemed very loud to her heightened senses. Her whole body hungered for stimulation, for sound and scent and touch. “Give me your hands.”

He obeyed her by letting his broad palms slide down over her stomach to her waist. She met him there and took hold of his thick wrists, guiding them into her open pants.

“You know what to do, Monroe.”

He reached in beneath her panties, making the fabric peel away from her slick folds. He rubbed her mound slowly, as if taking care not to miss any part of her. The rough pads of his fingers teased her clit. The pressure created a swell of need inside her.

He smoothed slippery juices over her swollen lips. Maddened with pleasure, she steadied herself as best she could against the chair and the floor so that she could stimulate herself. Her own nipples in her own hands. She flicked and tugged at them until she thrashed against him. As ecstasy and lust transformed her, the steady sound of his breath, in and out against her shoulder, anchored her on the edge of reality.

Then he plunged three fingers into her. Her gasp opened into a cry. Her core clenched greedily around him, gripping him tight as he started to work her. He stroked her hard and deep, and the wet sound of his fingers inside her kept time with the sharp edge of her breath.

Deep within her, his fingers curled to find the center of her pleasure. His firm, forceful touch there sent her spiraling up to a stratospheric climax, one that kept her floating a long time, impaled on his capable fingers until her slow descent to the steamy summer heat and the tangle of her clothes. He waited for her to catch her breath before he withdrew. She turned over on his lap as he lifted his fingers to his lips.

She took hold of his hands again. “Not all of it.”

He raised one eyebrow, smiling around his index finger.

“Now I want you to make yourself come.” She unwound her legs from his and dropped onto the deck to watch him. “Show me what you’d give me if you had the condom.”

He chuckled as he opened his pants. “You’d get better than this if I had the condom.”

More of that defiance in his tone. That definitely excited her.

“Show me.”

He unfastened his pants and freed himself. She couldn’t see him perfectly in the dark, but the way his hands moved told her that he was just about the size she’d imagined.

He tucked one hand beneath his cock, cradling his sack as he squeezed his shaft. He turned to face her. A soft, dreamlike expression overtook his features as he pumped himself.

He stared at her as he masturbated eagerly. He tugged and stroked his balls while he handled himself. Gradually his tempo increased. His fist slid up and down over his thick tool, and the sheet of muscle that was his stomach clenched as his pleasure grew.

The sounds he made stirred her, and her pussy ached and throbbed in time with each ragged breath. Soon, he closed his eyes, his jaw set as he jacked off. His body rocked up and down in the chair. Unseen, she fought the temptation to join him, to stroke herself as she watched him.

At last, he bit his lip, suppressing a coarse growl. An instant later, he came in his hand, his spunk spattering his abs in pulses. When his orgasm subsided, he came to rest in the chair, panting. He waited for what seemed like a long time before he opened his eyes again.

“I was halfway there by the time I started,” he said. He groped around in the darkness beneath the chair for his shirt. “If I had the condom, you’d get better.” He swiped at himself with the shirt before looking at her. “I promise.”

Gigi swallowed hard, hoping he couldn’t hear the sound it made in her suddenly dry throat. To her surprise, she couldn’t come up with a suitable response.

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Passing Through is available from Amazon.