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Category: Erotica/Erotic Romance/Romance
Description: Nikki Forest, a rock climber and route setter at an indoor climbing gym, spends her life dangling from the end of a rope. As she sets a new route, she can't help but imagine all the ways she and her fiancé could take advantage of her dangling position. Ben Forth, a carpenter, is building the new climbing walls in the gym. Newly engaged to Nikki, he goes to work early and catches her setting a new route and doing something else while dangling. Caught like a fly dangling in a spider web, Nikki realizes her fantasies are about to come true as she dangles above Ben. Climbing takes on a new meaning as Nikki finds new pleasures at the end of her rope!
eBook Publisher: Ravenous Romance/Ravenous Romance, 2011 2011
eBookwise Release Date: September 2011

Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [15 KB]
Words: 2433
Reading time: 6-9 min.

Caught Dangling

She looked over the holds like she did every day, running her hands over their rough surfaces, searching for the perfect one to fit in her route. Nikki Forest dropped her gaze from the shelves to her bucket. She'd picked out thirty holds, some round, some long and phallic like, some with small holes capable of holding one or two, or maybe even three fingers. Some needed to be pinched, or held onto lightly, their curvature requiring tension and not a firm pressing.

She even chose the big, round, red hold that her friend Chelsea had deemed the "ball sack of delight." It was large and round, had vein-like texture, and enticed a slight smile on her lips. There was something naughty about climbing on holds that resembled her favorite male body parts.

If only there were holds that did justice to a forearm. That was her favorite body part. The way it was so soft and hard, running from elbow to wrist, inviting a tongue to come in and taste it. Working as a route setter at a climbing gym was like being surrounded by endless numbers of Greek statues--perfectly chiseled and hard marbled bodies--with spectacular forearms. There were moments when she had to stop her work and admire them so often. It took a lot of effort to create such exquisite forms, she knew.

Nikki picked up a long round sloper. It was grayish purple, smooth, and had a hard edge on one end. She'd put the edge towards the ground to make the hold harder to hold onto. Nikki threw the hold into the bucket and then walked down the line of shelves again, finger to her lips, looking for that perfect hold. She fingered a pocket just large enough for two fingers. Yes, that would do. She thrust it into her bucket. It made a loud clank as it hit the plastic edge before settling in with the other holds.

The next three holds she picked were quite large, big enough for both hands to grasp. She would use one for the start of the route, one for the finish, and one as a rest somewhere in the middle. These holds weren't nearly as fun as the others, but she threw them into the bucket anyway, knowing they were necessary.

Nikki left the hold room and placed the bucket of holds near the wall. She next went and picked out a wrench, a box of bolts, and a stack of bright pink tape strips. She'd use the wrench to twist the bolts through the holds, placing them securely into t-nuts dispersed along the wall. She'd use the pink tape strips to mark the holds, indicating the route.

Nikki placed a bolt through each hold, making sure she had the proper size, and then got to work. For the first fifteen feet, she worked on a ladder, walking up and down it to place holds in a pattern on the wall.

The gym was silent. She'd arrived long before opening. It'd be a few hours until another person came in, unless of course, another setter showed up to put up routes. As she climbed back down the ladder, placing the last hold that could be reached by ladder, the one that Chelsea called the "ball sack of delight," she secretly wished that Ben would come in, long before any of the others. And they could have the gym to themselves.

Ben was the new carpenter, and her significant other. Things had been going great between them. Since he proposed last week, and she said yes, she hadn't been able to stop smiling or thinking what it would be like to be Mrs. Forth. Ben being hired at the gym was an added bonus because then they could see each other throughout the day. The problem was keeping her hands off him. He had been the man of her dreams.

Ben was building the new bouldering wall. He had the body of a gladiator, hard and muscle-bound, piercing blue eyes, and golden hair. But, it was his forearms that first caught her eye. They were the most delicious she'd ever seen. Each was as big as her calf, hard, indented with muscle, tan, and firm. She couldn't quit thinking about those forearms. The thought of them wrapped around her made the heat rise in her nether regions.