Exclusive Excerpt: Zuri Day’s Packing Heat

PACKING HEAT by Zuri DayValentine’s Day is just around the corner, making today a very special Hump Day. In honor of this most romantic time of year, we wanted to honor an unlikely couple who finds love where they least expect it. Zuri Day’s Packing Heat, an RT Top Pick!, tells the story of Doug and Jan, two post office employees who are polar opposites.

Golden-voiced Jan is biding her time at the post office while waiting for her big break in show biz. Doug is her supervisor and virtually invisible to the starlet-to-be. As their worlds collide, the two discover that love can come along when you need it most. Packing Heat will be available on February 23. In the meantime let’s pour over this super sexy excerpt to get a taste of what’s to come …

The kisses turned from tender to intense. Doug slipped his hand beneath Jan’s sweater and stroked her ample breasts. He ran his hand over her stomach and across the waistband of her jeans. Jan’s hand moved from Doug’s back to his neck, pressing his lips even tighter against hers, dipping her tongue even farther inside his hot, wet mouth. The fruity notes of the chardonnay still played on both their tongues. They were feeling drunk in love, and not from those half glasses of wine now gone.

Doug pulled his lips from Jan’s. She followed, not ready for the kisses to end.

“I need to taste more of you,” he whispered, his breathing getting more labored. “I need to put my hands all over that lusciousness, girl.”

Jan sat up and moaned. “Somebody please stop me from doing what I said I wouldn’t.”

He reached for the hem of her sweater and effortlessly pulled it over her head. “Baby, you can’t stop what hasn’t even gotten started.” His gaze was fastened on her globes spilling over the cups. He tapped the bra. “Take that off.”

She obeyed.

He sucked in a breath. “Damn! You’re about to make a brother break his own rule!” He rolled his thumb over her nipple, watching it. “Beautiful.” Bending his head, he gently sucked her plumpness into his mouth while his fingers worked magic on her other soft globe.

The combined actions made Jan shiver and unable to think. That must have been it. Why else would she lift her body up, reach for the waistband of her stretch jeans, and begin pulling them down before he’d even asked her?

The move worked for Doug. He stood and reached out a hand. “I think we need to take this party to the bedroom.”

“Do you have condoms?” He nodded and turned to lead them into his bedroom. Like the living room it was tastefully decorated, orderly, and neat.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” Jan said.

“Me either,” Doug countered.

This exchange as panties joined boxers, jeans, and tops in a pile by the bed, the room lit only by the light cast off from the living room lamp and the glow of the streetlight through the partially opened blinds.

Jan climbed into the bed.

Doug followed. “You move fast, girl. I didn’t even get a chance to really check you out.”

“That was the plan.”

“I know you’re not self-conscious about all that juicy you’re rocking. Girl, don’t believe the hype they’re selling on TV and in those magazines. Skinny girls are cool and all, but a sistah with some fatback will make a man like me lose his absolute mind.”

Jan giggled.

“You think I’m lying?”          

“No, I just never thought my being compared to fatback would make me smile.”

“Come here, you.” He pulled her to him so they were completely skin-to-skin, ran his hand down her middle, and stroked the top of her paradise. “I’ve got something else to make that smile grow.”

Jan reached for Doug’s dick. It was shorter than she’d imagined, but thick and curved. She wrapped her fingers around it and pulled gently, ran her fingers up and down its length, and caressed his sac. “My smile isn’t the only thing that’s growing,” she said.

In answer Doug rolled on top of her and seared her with another kiss. He ground his hips against hers, the evidence of his excitement pressed against her stomach. She ran her hands down his back and squeezed his butt. She liked that he, too, had a little extra cushion for the pushing, which she was ready to get under way. She bent and spread her legs, hoping he’d get the message.

He did.

Breaking the kiss, he slid his tongue down her neck, nipping and kissing the skin between there and the pillows he loved so much. He lavished each nipple once again before continuing on down her stomach and lower, to her heat. While licking the rectangular patch of hair at the top of her flower, he slid a finger down its seam and slipped it inside.

Jan squirmed, her head tossing this way and that against the pillow. It had been so long. Doug felt so good. She felt a blast of air as he parted her folds and exposed her love button. He taunted and teased it before imparting the most delicious of nether French kisses. Out of control, she swirled her hips beneath the onslaught of lovemaking, grabbed the sheets, and tried not to scream. But as he continued his relentless sucking and licking, she couldn’t contain the enthusiasm from the melody Doug’s tongue played on her pussy. Her mewling started low and built in volume as an orgasm began at the core of her soul and spread through her body.

“Oh, my goodness! Oh, my goodness! Doug!” she exclaimed before a mind-blowing climax sent her tumbling into an erotic abyss. Just when she thought she’d lose her mind completely, she felt Doug’s encore touch the tip of her instrument, felt her walls stretch and invite him in. He quickly set up a rhythm and she just as quickly caught on and matched him note for sensuous note. A one-orgasm woman all her life, she was determined to give him equal pleasure. No one was more surprised than her when the tip of his curved shaft hit her seldom touched G-spot and sent her hurtling over the edge again. It happened once more before Doug directed her to her knees and went in from behind. He placed a hand on each generous hip, rubbed the baby-soft skin beneath his fingers as he stroked the hot, wet flesh around his shaft. Over and over he twisted his hips, tapping her spot and making her already satiated body shiver with each swivel, each thrust, each knead of her cheeks. Until finally he clasped her hips and increased the pace. With a quick intake of breath and a “damn, yeah, damn” chant, he, too, went over the edge.

It was several moments into the silence and their cuddling when he told her, “Girl, that’s the best dessert this brother has ever had.”

She yawned, already nearly asleep. “Me too.”

The next morning, Jan awoke to Doug eyeing her intently. It was kind of freaky and kind of nice at the same time.

“What’s the matter?”

“Nothing. Just watching you sleep. You have a cute snore.”

Jan sat up. “I do not snore.”

“Not when you’re awake. But when you’re sleeping, like a minute ago, you put ’em down, baby. I gave you quite a workout last night, ended that drought. It’s understandable you’d sleep deeply. No need to feel shame.”

“I can’t even respond to that.”

“Truth stands on its own.”

“Whatever. I know I don’t snore.”

“I’ll record you next time.”

“That sure of yourself are you?”

“What? That you snore?”

“No, that there will be a next time.”

“That was just a figure of speech, Jan Baker. I enjoyed myself last night.” He sat up beside her, waited for a response but got none. “What about you?”

“Earlier I was trying to remember the last time I’d felt the way I did last night.” She looked at him. “I don’t think it’s ever happened. And I know I never had so many orgasms before.” She looked at him. “I probably shouldn’t have told you that. You already think you’re the man.”

Instead of a sarcastic comeback he was surprisingly tender. He ran a finger down her arm and gazed at her sincerely. “Nothing wrong with admitting that you had a good time, and that I pleased you. It’s good to hear that. I think that sometimes women take it for granted that a man is confident and sure of himself and his skills. I understand that part of that comes from the swagger suit that we wear to protect ourselves against the world. That’s why we don’t always say it, but we brothers are sometimes just as vulnerable and unsure of ourselves as you women are. So it’s good to hear you say . . . that you liked dessert.”

Jan gazed at Doug intently before reaching for a pillow and positioning it behind her back. “I liked it a lot.” She glanced at him before looking away. “I liked spending time with you. There was something about it that was easy and comfortable . . . like it wasn’t our first time. I wasn’t nervous or self-conscious. Okay, at first I was. But not after everything started. I just gave in to the moment. That’s unusual for me.”

Doug relaxed next to her, began intertwining his fingers with hers. “It turns out I was right about you. Your first day on the job, when you checked Joey who was trying to flirt, I saw that fire and figured there was a flame somewhere beneath that cool, conservative façade.”

“You’ve used conservative before to describe me, but I’ve never seen myself that way.”

“Maybe that’s not the right word. More like reserved.”

“That’s my personality.”

“I get that now.”

“So we’ve broken our own rules and become a part of the post office player club. What happens now?”

He shrugged. “Go take a shower, maybe grab some food, come back and watch the game—”

She bopped him with a pillow. “I don’t mean right this minute. I mean going forward, you and me.”

“Oh.” He tried to look innocent, but there was no missing the spark of humor in his eye. “Why don’t we just . . . let it unfold and see what happens?”

“That’s such a Doug answer. Oh my God. How do you live like that? Not knowing what was going to happen or what I was going to do from day to day or week to week would drive me crazy!”

“See, and all that planning and organizing and trying to figure out every detail would raise my blood pressure.”

“Well, aren’t we compatible.”

“In at least one way we are.” He ran a hand down her thigh. Goose bumps arose in its wake. “Very much so.”

“Let me ask it this way, then. Are you seeing other women, and will you continue to be with them? I realize these are questions I probably should have asked last night.”

He furrowed his brow in thought, then began to count on his fingers. “Let’s see, there’s Debbie, Sue, Wanda, Paula . . .” Jan’s brow furrowed, too. “Felicia, Tanisha, LaQuisha . . .”

He glanced at her. “You’re lying.” She relaxed. A little. Until he laughed. “Why are you always playing? Ooh, you get on my nerves!”

“That’s why it’s so fun to mess with you. Jan, I’m not running around with a bunch of women. And I don’t have anything serious going on. So as long as you let me squeeze that plump rump and rest on your”—he flicked her nipple; she playfully recoiled—“pillows, I would have no problem being exclusive with you.”

Jan sat up, covered herself with the sheet. “This was not in my plans.”

“That may be a good thing.”

“I didn’t plan to date anybody at all and definitely not someone who worked with me at the post office.” She looked at him. “I don’t want anyone there to know about us. I don’t want to be part of the postal gossip mill, a character in the Normandie soap opera.”

“It’s a bit too late for that. Baby, we don’t have to say a word and I’m telling you, people are going to know.”

“How?”

He chuckled. “I don’t know. Maybe it’s something in the water over there, but somehow it always comes out. There are eyes everywhere, ears everywhere. I walk by. You look at me and lick your lips and—”

“That’s not going to happen! I mean it, Doug. At work we have to act like professionals.”

“I’m just saying, when you’re feeling somebody and you’re with them eight, nine hours a day. It’s hard for that not to show.”

“I don’t want to catch feelings. . . .”

He placed a finger beneath her chin and turned her face to him. “You’ve already caught feelings. You don’t want to get hurt. I don’t either. That’s why I don’t want to try and define or try and lay out what this is, to set up expectations. I’m feeling you. You’re feeling me. Let’s just keep feeling and see what happens.” He held out his palm. “Okay?”

She placed her hand in his and nodded.

“Now”—he reached for the sheet and began pulling it down—“let’s lose this. You’ve got a few more things I want to feel. . . .”

Packing Heat will be available in digital and print on February 23. Preorder a copy: Amazon | BN | Kobo | iBooks | All Romance | IndieBound. And if you’d like to check out more hot Hump Day excerpts (who wouldn’t?) we’ve got ya covered.

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