Friday Is All About Foreplay

It’s Friday!!

And I’m over the moon happy about that. But, I have to say, Friday is not my favorite day of the week. Don’t get me wrong, I love Fridays. But not because it’s Friday. I actually love Fridays because the next day is Saturday. And Saturdays are my favorite.

Fridays are kind of like the foreplay of the week for me. They’re awesome because of the buildup. Fridays are all about the anticipation. Tomorrow I’ll get to sleep in. Okay, maybe I won’t be asleep until 10:00 am. But I can guarantee I’ll be in bed until then. I can usually talk my husband into making me a latte. And we’ll be able to have actual, honest to God, conversations without being interrupted every five seconds. Because we’ve trained our kids that Saturday mornings are sacrosanct.

I’m all for being a parent. Don’t get me wrong. Sunday-Friday I’m rushing around making sure the kitchen is stocked, the clothes are clean, and lunches are packed. Which tends to make my weeks crazy, chaotic, demanding, and exhausting. But as soon as my husband walks out the door for work on Friday, I know it’s practically Saturday. And that keeps me smiling for the rest of the day.

I know we all have different schedules and have attached different meaning to the days of the week, however. I even have a friend whose favorite day is Monday. Because that’s the day she gets her house back to herself and gets a little peace and quiet. So what about you? What’s your favorite day of the week and why? Are you a Monday or a Sunday lover? And do you enjoy the foreplay and anticipation of the day before or do you just want to get that day over and done with so you can get to the good stuff?

In the spirit of foreplay, I leave you with an excerpt form Hostile Intent: 

“Strip.”

Captain Renee Holt stared at the man sitting on the edge of the bed in the cheap space station motel and bit her tongue against the flippant remark that begged to be spoken. She was the one who gave the orders. Always.

But he didn’t know that. How could he? He didn’t even know her name. And she didn’t know his. Anonymity was exactly what she needed. It was the way her family name and officer’s rank demanded this encounter be.

The truth softened her desire to voice a witty comeback. This was what she wanted—what she’d gone searching for, she reminded herself patiently.

“I said strip,” he repeated calmly.

Except he was a little bossier than she liked, she corrected.

If it hadn’t been three months since her last shore leave and if she didn’t find shaved heads, taut bodies and bad-boy charm so damn attractive, she’d walk away right now. But it had and she did, so there was nothing that could drag her away from this room. Not even a bossy bedmate. Not until she’d gotten what she’d come for, at least.

She smiled at the evil little thought as she slowly undid the first button on her red silk blouse.

“That’s more like it,” he said with a wicked smile of his own.

He leaned back against the headboard and waited expectantly. He appeared more than comfortable calling the shots. Not that that should’ve surprised her. It’d been his quiet confidence that’d drawn her to him in the first place.

That and the network of scars that raced from his forehead to his chin on the left side of his face. God, she had a weakness for scars. Always had.

Scars built character.

Or maybe it was the surviving of them.

She’d never quite figured it out but the semantics really didn’t really matter much. He’d been tested and he’d passed. That was hot.

It was also something they had in common. He’d never know, but as the captain for a covert ops team, she’d earned countless scars herself. Hers, however, she wore on her soul. And that, no one ever got to see.

The second button slid through its hole, bringing the tops of her breasts into view. By the way his smile widened and changed to one of hunger, she guessed he liked what he saw.

There wasn’t any music playing in the room but the bass from a nearby party rippled through the air and she couldn’t help rolling her hips in time with it as she undid the third button to expose the first glimpse of black satin.

The matching bra and thong weren’t exactly military regulation but she always made a point of wearing sexy things when she wasn’t on duty. Femininity wasn’t encouraged in her profession so she relished moments like this, where she got to embrace her sexuality.

When she looked down she realized she was already at the fifth button. Just two to go. She turned her back to him playfully as she finished unbuttoning the shirt and then looked over her shoulder as she let the article of clothing slip from her body to land in a gentle billow on the floor around her feet.

She kept her back turned but continued to stare at him as she undid the single button on her black pencil skirt and then slowly slid the zipper down over her hip. The cool air of the room caressed her skin as she went and made her break out in goose bumps. Still, when she got to the black lace of her panties she paused to tease him with a glimpse before allowing the skirt to puddle on top of the discarded shirt.

The intensity in his gaze made her stomach knot with need and her nipples harden in anticipation. Yeah, this was going to be good. It’d damn well better be. 

Happy Friday, Everyone! Hope you have a most excellent weekend.

Chandra Ryan