This week, from Fruits of Thine
Blurb: Corporate retreats are dull at best, but when Carla is sent on one as a punitive measure, she isn't expecting anything to come of it, except a pink slip.
High in the Ozark mountains, nothing is quite as it seems and reality skews in interesting ways. The conference is too elementary and Carla notices people starting to go missing.
And the wild, incessant piping from the forest keeps her awake nights and stirs deeply buried desires...
Clara sighed. “I had to decide whether I wanted to do this or not. This is so wrong on so many levels. I mean, you’re not even human.”
“Not beast, not god and yet not man,” he chanted. She wondered if it was part of a hymn to him. “Have you decided, lovely lady?”
Clara took a deep breath and looked into his liquid brown eyes, so hopeful and trusting. Telling him no would break his little goaty heart. The look of mischief that wrinkled his nose and titled his mouth ruined the effect. She laughed and decided.
“Yes. Yes, I want you. You’re beautiful and sweet. You’ve been sending me sexy dreams and making me feel less alone out here.”
Pan kissed her again, and she responded, showing him how she liked it, gentle, but firm. He filled her mouth with his tongue and then nibbled at her lower lip. Before she could protest, he pulled her close, in a superhumanly strong grip and kissed her hard, ravishing her with his mouth until her breath came fast and
“That’s the lady I’ve been watching,” he teased. “The one who glides about her day, half dancing, although there is no music. If I played, would you dance for me?” She looked him over and pushed him back to the grass. He gasped. “Women have changed a bit.”
“A bit,” she allowed. And she pounced on his mouth, running her hands over the dark, velvety skin and soft hair of his chest. Tiny whiffs of air across her cheek told her he was laughing into the kiss.