Below is an excerpt from contemporary romance Mickey Chambers Shakes it Up by Charish Reid.

Together, they stood awkwardly, wondering what to say that wasn’t another apology. Mickey wondered if she should run back to the kitchen, toward something safer: coffee, lesson plans, mundane chitchat. Or stay here and stoke the fire in Diego’s eyes.

She didn’t have long to decide before he took a step toward her, raised his hand to her cheek and let his thumb stroke her face. “What are you doing?” she asked, leaning into his touch.

He stared at her mouth as he traced the calloused pad of his thumb down her jaw. “I don’t know,” he finally whispered. He took another step until he stood over her. “But I don’t want to let you go.”

Heat flooded her face as his fingers played along her skin. A tingling sensation buzzed in her chest and in her belly, while her breasts rose and fell with each breath. Mickey wanted to reach out and grab him, her mantra long forgotten. She wanted to kiss him, search his mouth with her tongue, to bury her hands in his hair. “You don’t have to let me go,” she told him. “We talked about this.”

He raised a brow in recognition as he gave her an uncertain nod. “I didn’t—I never gave you an answer.”

Diego hadn’t said anything during their phone call about acting on his desires, but perhaps this moment was his answer. With her back against the wall and Diego right on top of her, Mickey had hoped he would find her through the haze of doubt and lust. “Talk to me, Diego.”

His hand shook as it drifted down to her neck. He used his thumb to stroke her riotous pulse, looking between that spot and her face. “Call it luck, but I’m glad you spilled coffee on me. I’m glad my car’s in the shop today. And I’m glad that you’re standing right here.”

Mickey’s brain glitched as she stared at his lips. “Why’s your car in the shop?”

“Brakes,” he said, planting his hand on the wall above her head. “I wore my brakes down.”

“Oh,” she breathed. “That could be dangerous.”

“Very,” he agreed. “I feel like I’m driving without them right now.”

Mickey was also barreling toward a cliff and had no intention of slowing down. “Why are you glad that I’m standing here?”

His other hand tipped her chin upward. His calloused fingers were cool against her warm skin as he splayed them along her neck. “Because, Mickey,” he murmured, “I’ve waited too long to touch you. Do you mind if I touch you?”

“No, I don’t,” she said dreamily. His fingers caressed her thrumming pulse delicately, pulling her toward him like a moth to flame. She held the wall behind her and pushed forward until she was only inches from his face.

“Can I kiss you?”

She nodded.

“Talk to me, Professor,” he commanded with a quiet rumble.

“Yes,” she whispered.

Diego studied her lips while she waited impatiently for him to do something. It was as if he wanted to commit the terrain of her mouth to memory before tasting it.

“Please?” Mickey added.

His dark brown eyes cut to hers. “Of course,” he said before slowly dipping downward to kiss her. His lips brushed lightly against hers, but the grip on the back of her neck tightened.

She raised up to meet his lips, pressing hard against him and feeling the softness of his mouth. He angled his head to take more of her, licking at her until she opened her mouth and accepted his tongue. He released the wall behind her and pulled her soft body against him.

Mickey gasped between his devouring kisses, trying not to drown in them, but soaking in pleasure that wet her through and through. She clutched his biceps and kissed him back, spiraling in a maelstrom of sensations. She tilted her head back as he kissed down her neck to her chest. His hands cupped her breasts through her dress, pushing them upward. Diego kissed through the fabric as he squeezed. “Mickey,” he whispered. “Can I taste you?”

She blindly parted her legs in response as she stared at his face. She needed to feel his touch everywhere. There was no way she would tell him no. “Yes,” she panted.

Diego slowly inched the hem of her dress up her thighs as he kneeled before her. He ran one hand along her inner thigh until she leaned back and widened her stance. “I want you,” he choked out in a hoarse voice. “I meant what I said in the basement, Mickey. I don’t—I can’t think of a better way to say it, but it’s the truth.”

Her eyes followed him to the floor and found a starved man. What Diego needed, she could only guess. Affection? Intimacy? Passion? Mickey could give him those things; she wanted them, too. She helped him by hitching her dress up to her breasts. “I heard you the first time, Diego,” she said. “I want you, too.”

On his knees, he gave her a half grin before pulling her panties to her knees. “You’re already wet for me,” he murmured against her thighs, almost amazed by the observation. He marveled at her nakedness for a moment before meeting her gaze. “What have you been imagining, Mickey?”

“This,” she said in a halted breath. “I’ve wanted this.”

“Open up for me,” he said in a quiet voice, pulling her panties down to her ankles. She stepped out of them before her skin broke out in goose bumps at his command. “I want to see all of you.”

Mickey complied but gestured to the dress bunched in her fists. “You haven’t seen all of me.”

He sat back on his heels and gave her a rare tremulous smile that lit his entire face, like a boy in a candy shop uncertain of what he could have. “Do you want to undress for me?”

She quickly pulled her sundress over her head and cast it inside the room.

“Your bra, too, please,” he said politely. “I want all of you.”

Mickey reached behind her back and unclipped her bra, letting it drop to the floor. When she fully revealed herself to him, she stood straight against the wall and pushed her breasts outward as if to say, This is all of me.

He gazed up at her in wonderment, his eyes searching her body. “You’re so beautiful…” Diego whispered before kissing her inner thigh. His lips crept upward until his nose hit the crease between her thigh and pussy. Mickey inhaled sharply as he kissed the sensitive skin at her juncture. He teased her by not touching her clit directly, but it was enough to rattle her.

“Thank you. A man hasn’t done this in a long time. Some guys are a little meh about going down, so I don’t press the subject. But for some reason blow jobs are—”

“Mickey,” he cut her off as he lifted her leg over his shoulder.

“Yeah?”

“I can’t really talk while I’m eating,” he said in a low voice, his hot breath fanning against her skin, causing a shiver to run through her body.

Her jaw fell open. Oh, he’s serious serious… “Go ahead then,” she breathed.

“Thank you,” he said.

With one thigh hitched over his shoulder, Mickey exposed herself to Diego’s undivided attention. He kissed the inside of her thigh, licking the plump flesh before rubbing his lips across her folds. The quick brush sent a jolt throughout her body, making her grasp the wall behind her. Diego spread her lips open and ran a finger between them, grazing her clit. She gasped at the sensation and tried not to double over, but she had to hold on to something.

“Hang on to my head,” he whispered as if reading her mind.

“Okay.”

And then Diego ate.

He started with a simple move: flattening his tongue while licking up and down. But something so elementary shouldn’t have made Mickey shudder like she did. Her head lolled against the doorjamb as she gave herself over to waves of sensation. Each stroke against her wet softness was slow and deliberate, as though Diego was committing her taste to memory. As his hot tongue lapped at her, she floated through every pitch and fall of arousal, unable to catch her breath.

“Could you use your fingers, too?” she asked. She needed something to fill her as his tongue stroked her. Diego groaned against her pussy, sending delightful vibrations right to her womb, before gently pushing one finger inside her. She clenched around his intrusion, letting out a sigh as her shoulders sagged. “Yes…”

His finger started off slowly, curled toward him, rubbing against her G-spot. As if planned, Diego moved to the next stage of attack: circling his tongue around the hood of her clit, but not making direct contact with it. Now both of her hands were in his hair, and she breathed through each teasing caress that came close, but not quite there.

Mickey felt a carnal thrill as she rode his face while watching it shine with her wetness. “Please,” she panted.

One finger quickly became two, and his tongue finally zeroed in on the primary goal. Once he made contact with her sensitive clit, he went to work with a rapid flicker of his tongue. Mickey whimpered as she felt the rising crescendo. “Oh, god,” she moaned, tears wetting her lashes. “Diego… Oh, god, Diego.”

He didn’t let up.

As she fell forward, her fingers slid through his hair until she touched the back of his neck. He held her up with his free hand while suctioning her between his lips, and applied more pressure. The last part of his well-crafted plan now included briskly alternating between strong sucking and languorous licks. Mickey chased the surge of a mounting orgasm, writhing against Diego’s insistent mouth. Her breath came in ragged pants until the dam broke and she spilled into an abyss, a bright expanse of spasms and waves that swept over her until her body weakened and her cries became groans.

Mickey floated on that high until she caught her breath. Diego’s tongue gave her a few playful swipes before pulling away. When he finally sat back on his heels, his expression was a mix of arrogance and arousal.

She slid her leg from his shoulder and tried to lean upright against the wall. “That was…”

“Alright?” he asked, standing before her.

She rested her head against the wall and breathed deeply. “You weren’t just alright, Diego, and you know that.”

“I guess that clears up the basement situation?”

Mickey forced herself to ignore her current vulnerable state and met his piercing gaze. He pressed his clothed body against her nakedness and ran his fingers along the curve of her hip. She gave a wordless nod. Diego’s nearness, his scent, which now mingled with hers, overwhelmed her senses. All she could do was lean back and take his kisses, hoping she wouldn’t pass out from the pleasure.

“You realize this changes everything about our working relationship,” he said with a heavy sigh. “I’ve licked my employee’s pussy and you’ve let your student go down on you.”

His observations pulled her right out of her swoon and back into the real world. “No s**t,” she said with a startled laugh. “We have some stuff to figure out.”

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