[image error]An excerpt from my Dirty Bits short erotic story, The Heels Made Me

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The people parted, just enough for him to catch a glimpse of Charlotte. Standing so far back, her body language almost uncertain. Timid. Shrinking back into the shadow of the building instead of running to him, arms wide open. What the hell? She had to know he was here. The busses were already pulling away. So why didn't she come racing at him? He lugged his bags a little ways, farther from the activity. When he knew that he was out of everyone's way, he dropped the luggage to the ground and walked over to her. His boots thudded on the grass, then across the cement as he crossed the sidewalk and around to the back of the battalion building.

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   Still, she didn't move toward him. Just stood, expectantly. Beautiful eyes darting back and forth.

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   Her hair was down, curled like he always liked. She wore a light trench coat, thin looking. And must be wearing a short skirt because nothing showed under the jacket's hem except an excellent pair of legs ending in the mother of all sexy heels. Red. His favorite color. Damn, that was unbelievably erotic.

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   "Babe, why're you all the way back here?"

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She smiled and reached for his hand. He gave her his, not sure what else to do. Then she tugged until they popped into the side door. She was running now, almost at a sprint–or what would be a sprint in those heels–down the empty hallway. It was a Saturday, and everyone was heading home with their loved ones. Nobody would be there but the Marines on duty, and they were on the other side of the building in the duty office.

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"Char, what the hell are you doing? My shit's out there."

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"Everyone's busy. Nobody will touch it," she called back and ducked into a dark room. When he followed her in, she shut the door and turned the lock.

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He whirled on her. "First, you don't even bother coming up to greet me at the bus, then you barely talk to me. Shit, Char, can I even have a hug?"

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She smiled again, red lips glistening like she'd just swiped her tongue over them. "How about one better?" Slowly her fingers started working down the buttons of her coat. One after another popped open to reveal smooth, creamy skin, unntil she hit a lacy black bra.

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She wasn't wearing a shirt?

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But she wasn't done yet. Removing the sash around the waist, she undid the last few buttons of the jacket to show the only other thing on under that was a pair of matching black lace panties, and nothing else.

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"Do you want a hug, Jeff? Because, personally, I'd rather you fuck me. Now."

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The Heels Made Me. On sale October 31, 2011 from Sapphire Nights Books. Available wherever ebooks are sold.