A Partridge in Pear Treacle

Sample from A Partridge in Pear Treacle by P.K. Tournes in Christmas is for Bad Girls from Elm Books: http://elm-books.com

Cory pulled the door open enough to slip out into the kitchen, and was almost immediately engulfed by the arms of Mr. USDA, the Grade A Beef rent-a-cop.

“Oh, thank you! Aren’t you sweet?” she purred up at him. With anyone else, she probably could have just grabbed a tray and headed out of the kitchen, but she could see the wheels turning behind those hard hazel eyes. He still thought he was going to kick her out! Damn, what a hard ass. Dropping the wounded kitten act, she opted for shock and awe. She really only needed ten minutes to get through the party set-up and up the stairs. She was pretty sure she could buy that much time.

“You’re not really going to kick me out, are you? Do you think I’ve got weapons on me? What you see,” Cory pulled her blouse up, pressing her breasts together and lifting them out of the lace that held them, “is what you get.” Triumph swirled in her as she watched his pupils darken. She wasn’t done yet. Smoothly lowering her blouse, she let her hands flow over her stomach and down her legs, gently rotating them open. Cory hooked her thumbs in the skirt hem, lifting it as she ran her hands back up the length of her inner thighs. She stopped just short of her panties, her legs open just enough, thumbs out of sight in a way that she knew left little to the imagination. “This is the only weapon I have, and I don’t know if we have enough time for you to disarm it.” 

His mouth was still hanging open as she and her tray of Christmas goodies left the kitchen.