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November 26, 2014
Mission Possible—If You Dare—This Thanksgiving Weekend Devour the entire Always Cambridge Series
Happy Thanksgiving!
If you're looking for a little diversion from the food and family overload this holiday weekend, why not sample this compelling, dramatic and addictive series.
Compelling * Addictive * Emotional * Dramatic *
Violence, Danger, Sex, The Mob, the Feds and a whole lot more!
The mob story with love triangles, heartbreak and life-altering choices!
Check out the fantastic reviews on Goodreads
Follow the saga from the Beginning....
The Always Cambridge Series chronicles the life of Holly Cambridge through her tumultuous childhood, violent teen years, into adulthood, and the consequences that stem from being the daughter of mob boss, Bill Cambridge.
Author Note: This series is a true saga. Each new installment begins precisely where the last ended. The books should be read in sequence.
Always Cambridge Book One (available at eXtasy Books)
He is her guardian, but she’ll do anything within her power to protect him. His only duty is to keep her safe but he can't save her...
Holly Cambridge is just a typical kid, or so she thinks, until one day, she takes a good look around and realizes her friends don’t have bodyguards dogging their every step.
At the age of sixteen, Holly is assigned a new bodyguard, Randy Phillips. He is a tall, muscular, God-like force in the young, impressionable and lonely girl’s life. He is her friend, her confident, her conscience, and the older man she adores beyond reason.
Randy Phillips is fully aware of his young charge’s adolescent crush on him. Although he is flattered by the adulation, he maintains a safe distance and professional demeanour until Holly is wounded in a rival family blood feud, and the course of both their lives is changed forever.
AMAZON
Book Two
Running eXtasy Books
No matter how far or fast you run, you'll never escape the past
It’s been three years since anyone has seen or heard from Holly Cambridge. But when she surfaces, she doesn't return home to the loving arms of her family. Instead, she heads straight to the FBI offering information that will destroy the Cambridge crime family.
Special Agent Alex Orton sees Holly Cambridge as nothing more than the next commendation standing between him and the ultimate promotion. What he doesn't bargain for is the shy, damaged, but feisty little woman that convinces his superiors to let her infiltrate a rival family, with Alex heading up the mission.
Holly and Alex clash at every turn, but Alex is intrigued by Holly’s sharp mind and boundless courage and must constantly fight his burgeoning feelings for his lovely informant. Alex is a strict disciplinarian of the rules and can’t reconcile the girl who can’t play by them.
As Holly carries out the sting and insinuates herself into the enemy’s camp, she develops a close and common bond with the middle Mayhue son, the exotically good looking and charismatic Victor. The very man who could end her life, if he were to discover her secret.
Hands tied, Alex must stand back, for the good of the team, and watch the tragedy play out.
AMAZON
Book Three
Misfortune of Birth
eXtasy Books
When constantly surrounded by violence, corruption and immorality, how do you keep from becoming the very thing that you abhor
Holly Cambridge barely recognizes herself anymore. Pretending to be another person is beginning to wear thin. Disguised as Randi Yates, she entangles herself into the perilous life of the irresistible Victor Mayhue. But day by day, she falls more desperately and impossibly in love with her natural enemy. Together they explore a highly sexual, dark and dangerous relationship. The lines between right and wrong and good and evil, begin to blur. And while attempting to shield and protect Victor from the Feds and even his own family, Holly loses sight of her original goal.
Victor understands her more than anyone she’s ever met. Essentially they have lived the same life. He is her other half. But once he discovers who she really is and what she’s done, there will be no going back. Victor Mayhue is not a second chance kind of guy.
And in the end, one of them will be forced to face their true nature.
AMAZON
Book Four
Law and Order, Crime and Chaos
eXtasy Books
The wheels of justice might turn slowly, but destiny's punishment can be swift and merciless
In the next highly charged installment of the Always Cambridge Family Saga Series, all the men in Holly’s life come together in one common goal—to keep the woman they love alive.
Special Agent Alex Orton of the FBI prepares Holly for the rigorous court proceedings to come, where she will testify not only against her own family, but also against the Mayhue crime family, including Victor’s volatile and sinister older brother, Lorenzo.
However, in the midst of all the personal turmoil, Holly’s first love and former bodyguard, Randy Phillips, emerges from the chaos. He vows to not only stand by her through the trials, but accompany her into Witness Protection and her afterlife, if in fact they make it that far, as both the Mayhue and Cambridge crime families swear retribution.
But in a twist of law and fate, Lorenzo Mayhue is unexpectedly released from prison and lures Holly to the Mayhue Excavating warehouses under the guise of Victor.
Five people enter the storehouse, but only three walk out.
AMAZON
Book Five
Afterlife
eXtasy Books
Dreams of second chances are only nightmares in the making
Holly Cambridge and Randy Phillips are dead!
But they re-emerge in Witness Protection as Beth and Andy Gregory, far away from the mob life that nearly destroyed them.
Can Holly finally realize her dream and live in peace without the threat of violence shadowing her every step? Settle down in one place, put down roots with the husband and the loving family she’s always dreamed of?
Or will the Mayhue vendetta reach across the ocean and strike Holly where it hurts the most?
AMAZON
And the Conclusion to the Always Cambridge Series
Book Six - Always Holly eXtasy Books
Only the worthy are rewarded with happily-ever-after In this final emotional installment of the Always Cambridge Saga Series, Holly Cambridge lives a quiet unassuming life as Beth Gregory in Witness Protection.
While drowning in heartrending grief, Holly struggles to move on with her life. Her nights are filled with nightmares of ghosts and regret. Her days seem unending, grey and lifeless. She plods through for only one reason. One very important one.
But one surprise meeting brings a ray of light into her darkness, in the form of Victor Mayhue, the love she’d been forced to leave behind.
However, with that glimmer of hope, Victor forces Holly to face the demons of her past. She is compelled to confess her sins and reveal the secrets she and Randy had squandered a lifetime to hide. And she must suffer the harshest judgment of all, from the one person whose esteem and respect mean more to her than life itself.
Will the Mayhues finally destroy the existence Holly has always dreamed of by taking away the one thing she’s fought her entire life to achieve? Or in the end, will Victor ultimately realize the role he was always meant to fulfill?
AMAZON Also available at most vendors
Wishing you all a Safe and Happy Thanksgiving! Cheers!
The Cranberries and Spice Thanksgiving Blog Hop, hosted by Natasha Blackthorne, is still going on, if you'd like to enter. I'm offering a $10 Amazon (or ARe) giftcard to one winner and a free ebook (of mine) as a secondary prize. There are 39 other authors sharing hot excerpts and giving away other great prizes. (warning some on the excerpts including the one I shared are +18) The hop continues until December 5th. I will announce my winners on the 6th. So start hopping! Go!
If you're looking for a little diversion from the food and family overload this holiday weekend, why not sample this compelling, dramatic and addictive series.
Compelling * Addictive * Emotional * Dramatic *
Violence, Danger, Sex, The Mob, the Feds and a whole lot more!
The mob story with love triangles, heartbreak and life-altering choices!
Check out the fantastic reviews on Goodreads
Follow the saga from the Beginning....
The Always Cambridge Series chronicles the life of Holly Cambridge through her tumultuous childhood, violent teen years, into adulthood, and the consequences that stem from being the daughter of mob boss, Bill Cambridge.
Author Note: This series is a true saga. Each new installment begins precisely where the last ended. The books should be read in sequence.
Always Cambridge Book One (available at eXtasy Books)
He is her guardian, but she’ll do anything within her power to protect him. His only duty is to keep her safe but he can't save her... Holly Cambridge is just a typical kid, or so she thinks, until one day, she takes a good look around and realizes her friends don’t have bodyguards dogging their every step.
At the age of sixteen, Holly is assigned a new bodyguard, Randy Phillips. He is a tall, muscular, God-like force in the young, impressionable and lonely girl’s life. He is her friend, her confident, her conscience, and the older man she adores beyond reason.
Randy Phillips is fully aware of his young charge’s adolescent crush on him. Although he is flattered by the adulation, he maintains a safe distance and professional demeanour until Holly is wounded in a rival family blood feud, and the course of both their lives is changed forever.
AMAZON
Book Two
Running eXtasy Books
No matter how far or fast you run, you'll never escape the past It’s been three years since anyone has seen or heard from Holly Cambridge. But when she surfaces, she doesn't return home to the loving arms of her family. Instead, she heads straight to the FBI offering information that will destroy the Cambridge crime family.
Special Agent Alex Orton sees Holly Cambridge as nothing more than the next commendation standing between him and the ultimate promotion. What he doesn't bargain for is the shy, damaged, but feisty little woman that convinces his superiors to let her infiltrate a rival family, with Alex heading up the mission.
Holly and Alex clash at every turn, but Alex is intrigued by Holly’s sharp mind and boundless courage and must constantly fight his burgeoning feelings for his lovely informant. Alex is a strict disciplinarian of the rules and can’t reconcile the girl who can’t play by them.
As Holly carries out the sting and insinuates herself into the enemy’s camp, she develops a close and common bond with the middle Mayhue son, the exotically good looking and charismatic Victor. The very man who could end her life, if he were to discover her secret.
Hands tied, Alex must stand back, for the good of the team, and watch the tragedy play out.
AMAZON
Book Three
Misfortune of Birth
eXtasy Books
When constantly surrounded by violence, corruption and immorality, how do you keep from becoming the very thing that you abhor Holly Cambridge barely recognizes herself anymore. Pretending to be another person is beginning to wear thin. Disguised as Randi Yates, she entangles herself into the perilous life of the irresistible Victor Mayhue. But day by day, she falls more desperately and impossibly in love with her natural enemy. Together they explore a highly sexual, dark and dangerous relationship. The lines between right and wrong and good and evil, begin to blur. And while attempting to shield and protect Victor from the Feds and even his own family, Holly loses sight of her original goal.
Victor understands her more than anyone she’s ever met. Essentially they have lived the same life. He is her other half. But once he discovers who she really is and what she’s done, there will be no going back. Victor Mayhue is not a second chance kind of guy.
And in the end, one of them will be forced to face their true nature.
AMAZON
Book Four
Law and Order, Crime and Chaos
eXtasy Books
The wheels of justice might turn slowly, but destiny's punishment can be swift and merciless
In the next highly charged installment of the Always Cambridge Family Saga Series, all the men in Holly’s life come together in one common goal—to keep the woman they love alive.
Special Agent Alex Orton of the FBI prepares Holly for the rigorous court proceedings to come, where she will testify not only against her own family, but also against the Mayhue crime family, including Victor’s volatile and sinister older brother, Lorenzo.
However, in the midst of all the personal turmoil, Holly’s first love and former bodyguard, Randy Phillips, emerges from the chaos. He vows to not only stand by her through the trials, but accompany her into Witness Protection and her afterlife, if in fact they make it that far, as both the Mayhue and Cambridge crime families swear retribution.
But in a twist of law and fate, Lorenzo Mayhue is unexpectedly released from prison and lures Holly to the Mayhue Excavating warehouses under the guise of Victor.
Five people enter the storehouse, but only three walk out.
AMAZON
Book Five
Afterlife
eXtasy Books
Dreams of second chances are only nightmares in the making
Holly Cambridge and Randy Phillips are dead!
But they re-emerge in Witness Protection as Beth and Andy Gregory, far away from the mob life that nearly destroyed them.
Can Holly finally realize her dream and live in peace without the threat of violence shadowing her every step? Settle down in one place, put down roots with the husband and the loving family she’s always dreamed of?
Or will the Mayhue vendetta reach across the ocean and strike Holly where it hurts the most?
AMAZON
And the Conclusion to the Always Cambridge Series
Book Six - Always Holly eXtasy Books
Only the worthy are rewarded with happily-ever-after In this final emotional installment of the Always Cambridge Saga Series, Holly Cambridge lives a quiet unassuming life as Beth Gregory in Witness Protection. While drowning in heartrending grief, Holly struggles to move on with her life. Her nights are filled with nightmares of ghosts and regret. Her days seem unending, grey and lifeless. She plods through for only one reason. One very important one.
But one surprise meeting brings a ray of light into her darkness, in the form of Victor Mayhue, the love she’d been forced to leave behind.
However, with that glimmer of hope, Victor forces Holly to face the demons of her past. She is compelled to confess her sins and reveal the secrets she and Randy had squandered a lifetime to hide. And she must suffer the harshest judgment of all, from the one person whose esteem and respect mean more to her than life itself.
Will the Mayhues finally destroy the existence Holly has always dreamed of by taking away the one thing she’s fought her entire life to achieve? Or in the end, will Victor ultimately realize the role he was always meant to fulfill?
AMAZON Also available at most vendors
Wishing you all a Safe and Happy Thanksgiving! Cheers!
The Cranberries and Spice Thanksgiving Blog Hop, hosted by Natasha Blackthorne, is still going on, if you'd like to enter. I'm offering a $10 Amazon (or ARe) giftcard to one winner and a free ebook (of mine) as a secondary prize. There are 39 other authors sharing hot excerpts and giving away other great prizes. (warning some on the excerpts including the one I shared are +18) The hop continues until December 5th. I will announce my winners on the 6th. So start hopping! Go!
November 25, 2014
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November 24, 2014
#MasturbationMonday Week 12 Naughty Office Nonsense #erotic #excerpt
Welcome to the 12th Week of Masturbation Monday!
The rules are fairly simple because it should be easy to participate. Write a steamy hot post on your blog about masturbation or anything else that gets you and your readers turned on.
A few weeks ago I shared a sexy office snippet — (unedited) The phone on my desk buzzed. “Yes sir?”
“Ms. Wideman?”
My stomach clenched at the sound of his voice.
“Yes, Mr. Kent?”
“Are you busy?”
“Not at the moment, sir.”
“Is your office mate, Deanna at her desk?”
“No.” I wondered what he needed.
“What would you rather be doing, Ms. Wideman?”
“Rather be doing, sir?”
“Yes, rather than working, I mean?”
Images of what we’d done in the privacy of his office just last week, danced in my head, heating my body.
“There are many things I’d rather be doing.”
“Sometimes, I just don’t want to work, ya know,” he confessed. “But I have a meeting in about ten minutes, don’t I?”
I looked down at his appointment book, open on my desk, to double check the time.
“Yes, sir, in ten.”
“You know what I’d rather be doing, Ms. Wideman?”
“No, sir, what?”
“Call me Roger, Lexi.”
“Roger,” I repeated. My voice sounded breathy, even to me.
“I’d rather be spending these few minutes like we did the other day. Do you remember, Lexi?”
“I can’t stop thinking about it…Roger.” I clamped my legs together as I imagined his fingers deep inside me.
“Neither can I. What happens when you think about it Lexi?”
I hesitated.
“When I think about it,” he continued, “I get the most painful hard on, in the best possible way, of course.”
“I…I get wet, sir.”
“Are you now, Lex? Are you wet for me now?”
“Yes.”
He groaned in my ear and I almost did in return but I stopped myself as the mailboy trotted by with the mail cart.
“Open your legs, Lex. Touch yourself.”
“Here?” I croaked.
“Yes.” Just then I saw his shadow in the office door, right before he appeared. His gaze was hot.
“We don’t have time for a repeat of the other day, just now.” He looked at his watch. “We only have about seven minutes.”
He strode to Deanna’s desk. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He unbuttoned his suit coat and spread it wide. The massive bulge in his pants snagged my attention. I licked my lips.
He sat down in Deanna’s office chair.
“Come on, sweet Lexi, I’m running out of time. Instead of working, I want to watch you come.”
I looked over at Deanna’s desk. Hers was the same as mine. The base was too low for him to see what I was doing.
“But you won’t be able to see.”
“The look on your face will have to be enough. I wouldn't last if I could see you playing with that delicious pouty pussy. I'd make a helluva mess. And we can't have that now can we. Now get to it, lovely Lex.”
I opened my legs and rubbed my cunt through my panties. I tingled where I touched.
He smiled slightly. “Now, I know we don’t know each other very well, but I’m betting your petting through your panties, 'cause you're a little shy.”
“You’d be correct.” I nodded, while keeping my gaze on his. We each still had our phones to our ears, so if anyone passed by, they would think we were each busy…working.
“Tuck your hand inside, Ms. Wideman. We’re down to five minutes. Can we get you off in that amount of time?”
“I believe so, sir.”
I lifted the soft elastic and dragged my fingers through my slickness, wetting my fingertips.
“Wet?” he asked.
I could only nod.
“Go straight for that sweet velvety clit, Lexi. Fuck, I can’t stop thinking about how you felt. How easily and quickly you responded to me.” He shifted in the chair and his arm moved downward. I wondered if he was rubbing his cock or just readjusting. It excited me to think he might be stimulating himself right along with me.
“Round that sweet clit for me, Lex. Pretend it’s me. Remember how it felt when you let me play with your pussy, how it felt when I fucked you with my finger?”
I bit my lower lip to keep quiet.
“You feel so good inside there. But don’t you go in there. You hear me. Just keep circling that luscious little bud. Maybe some day you’ll allow me to taste you.”
A flutter deep inside me stole my breath.
“Would you, Ms. Wideman, let me lick you?”
“Uhhh,” I groaned into the phone. “Yes, oh gawd, yes.”I dragged my finger over my clit in long slow strokes mimicking some expert tongue action.
“And would you allow me inside you, Lexi? Would you let me fuck you.” His voice was so low and raspy.
“Oh, yeah.”
"I want to fuck you, Lex. Right now. So fucking bad."
He nodded sternly at one of the interns as she walked by. Luckily, she didn’t even turn my way. I could only imagine what I must look like seconds from orgasm.
“You look beautiful, Lexi,” he said, as if reading my mind. “The slight blush on your cheeks. Your body is tense. I can see the upper part of your arm flexing. You're working so hard, aren't you. You’re so close. I can tell by the way your bottom lip is trembling. It happened last week too, not long before you reached climax. I’m barely hanging on here with you, Lexi. I'm so fuckin' hard. But I can’t give in. I have my meeting. You’ll have to come for the both of us this time.”
I squirmed in my chair, unable to let go, to give myself permission to lose that ultimate control in such a public way.
For just a second, his gaze left mine and he looked beyond my shoulder.
“My ten o’clock is here, Ms. Wideman. I just saw him drive up outside. I want you to come before he gets here.”
“I…I can’t,” I panted, but more than anything I wanted to please him.
“Please, Lex, do whatever it is that puts you over the edge when you masturbate. Go crazy, baby, pretend your finger is my tongue.” He licked slowly along the line of his lower lip. I reached down with my other hand and held my pussy lips open, exposing my clit, just that little bit more. I picked up the pace until my clit was burning with raw need.
“Oh, God, Lexi.” His rapid inhalations distorting the audio in my ear excited me. It was like he was breathing heavy right here beside me.
“Come, please!”
“Yes,” I breathed.
“And when you do…say my name,” he demanded in a rush, just as he had during our last encounter.
My insides clenched. “Roger!” I cried, shuddering.
Just seconds after the client appeared.
Stiffly, Roger stood and stuck out his hand. “How’s it going, Doug? You're right on time. Head straight into my office. Can we get you anything?”
“No, no, I’m good, thanks, Rog." Doug Parker turned in my direction and smiled. "Hello, Lexi, you look very nice today.”
“Thank you, Mr. Parker,” I said, slightly out of breath, my hand still inside my panties, cupping my quivering cunt.
Roger directed him into his office then turned back to me. Once the other man’s back was turned, he put his hands on his hips, he made a great show of holding his coat open. The bulge in his pants was massive. I took my time, taking his full measure before I looked up at his ruggedly handsome face. His jaw ticked convulsively.
“Ms. Wideman, when I’m through here, I have a big job for you to do.” He looked down at his erection suggestively, then back at me.
I grinned. “Yes, sir. I’m looking forward to it."
Hope you enjoyed this week's post. Don't forget to check out all the other M-Monday authors and bloggers over at Masturbation Monday Central.
Happy M-Monday!
Like Fuck!
The rules are fairly simple because it should be easy to participate. Write a steamy hot post on your blog about masturbation or anything else that gets you and your readers turned on.
A few weeks ago I shared a sexy office snippet — (unedited) The phone on my desk buzzed. “Yes sir?”
“Ms. Wideman?”
My stomach clenched at the sound of his voice.
“Yes, Mr. Kent?”
“Are you busy?”
“Not at the moment, sir.”
“Is your office mate, Deanna at her desk?”
“No.” I wondered what he needed.
“What would you rather be doing, Ms. Wideman?”
“Rather be doing, sir?”
“Yes, rather than working, I mean?”
Images of what we’d done in the privacy of his office just last week, danced in my head, heating my body.
“There are many things I’d rather be doing.”
“Sometimes, I just don’t want to work, ya know,” he confessed. “But I have a meeting in about ten minutes, don’t I?”
I looked down at his appointment book, open on my desk, to double check the time.
“Yes, sir, in ten.”
“You know what I’d rather be doing, Ms. Wideman?”
“No, sir, what?”
“Call me Roger, Lexi.”
“Roger,” I repeated. My voice sounded breathy, even to me.
“I’d rather be spending these few minutes like we did the other day. Do you remember, Lexi?”
“I can’t stop thinking about it…Roger.” I clamped my legs together as I imagined his fingers deep inside me.
“Neither can I. What happens when you think about it Lexi?”
I hesitated.
“When I think about it,” he continued, “I get the most painful hard on, in the best possible way, of course.”
“I…I get wet, sir.”
“Are you now, Lex? Are you wet for me now?”“Yes.”
He groaned in my ear and I almost did in return but I stopped myself as the mailboy trotted by with the mail cart.
“Open your legs, Lex. Touch yourself.”
“Here?” I croaked.
“Yes.” Just then I saw his shadow in the office door, right before he appeared. His gaze was hot.
“We don’t have time for a repeat of the other day, just now.” He looked at his watch. “We only have about seven minutes.”
He strode to Deanna’s desk. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He unbuttoned his suit coat and spread it wide. The massive bulge in his pants snagged my attention. I licked my lips.
He sat down in Deanna’s office chair.
“Come on, sweet Lexi, I’m running out of time. Instead of working, I want to watch you come.”
I looked over at Deanna’s desk. Hers was the same as mine. The base was too low for him to see what I was doing.
“But you won’t be able to see.”
“The look on your face will have to be enough. I wouldn't last if I could see you playing with that delicious pouty pussy. I'd make a helluva mess. And we can't have that now can we. Now get to it, lovely Lex.”
I opened my legs and rubbed my cunt through my panties. I tingled where I touched.
He smiled slightly. “Now, I know we don’t know each other very well, but I’m betting your petting through your panties, 'cause you're a little shy.”
“You’d be correct.” I nodded, while keeping my gaze on his. We each still had our phones to our ears, so if anyone passed by, they would think we were each busy…working.
“Tuck your hand inside, Ms. Wideman. We’re down to five minutes. Can we get you off in that amount of time?”
“I believe so, sir.”
I lifted the soft elastic and dragged my fingers through my slickness, wetting my fingertips.
“Wet?” he asked.
I could only nod.
“Go straight for that sweet velvety clit, Lexi. Fuck, I can’t stop thinking about how you felt. How easily and quickly you responded to me.” He shifted in the chair and his arm moved downward. I wondered if he was rubbing his cock or just readjusting. It excited me to think he might be stimulating himself right along with me.
“Round that sweet clit for me, Lex. Pretend it’s me. Remember how it felt when you let me play with your pussy, how it felt when I fucked you with my finger?”
I bit my lower lip to keep quiet.
“You feel so good inside there. But don’t you go in there. You hear me. Just keep circling that luscious little bud. Maybe some day you’ll allow me to taste you.”
A flutter deep inside me stole my breath.
“Would you, Ms. Wideman, let me lick you?”
“Uhhh,” I groaned into the phone. “Yes, oh gawd, yes.”I dragged my finger over my clit in long slow strokes mimicking some expert tongue action.
“And would you allow me inside you, Lexi? Would you let me fuck you.” His voice was so low and raspy.
“Oh, yeah.”
"I want to fuck you, Lex. Right now. So fucking bad."
He nodded sternly at one of the interns as she walked by. Luckily, she didn’t even turn my way. I could only imagine what I must look like seconds from orgasm.
“You look beautiful, Lexi,” he said, as if reading my mind. “The slight blush on your cheeks. Your body is tense. I can see the upper part of your arm flexing. You're working so hard, aren't you. You’re so close. I can tell by the way your bottom lip is trembling. It happened last week too, not long before you reached climax. I’m barely hanging on here with you, Lexi. I'm so fuckin' hard. But I can’t give in. I have my meeting. You’ll have to come for the both of us this time.”
I squirmed in my chair, unable to let go, to give myself permission to lose that ultimate control in such a public way.
For just a second, his gaze left mine and he looked beyond my shoulder.
“My ten o’clock is here, Ms. Wideman. I just saw him drive up outside. I want you to come before he gets here.”
“I…I can’t,” I panted, but more than anything I wanted to please him.
“Please, Lex, do whatever it is that puts you over the edge when you masturbate. Go crazy, baby, pretend your finger is my tongue.” He licked slowly along the line of his lower lip. I reached down with my other hand and held my pussy lips open, exposing my clit, just that little bit more. I picked up the pace until my clit was burning with raw need.
“Oh, God, Lexi.” His rapid inhalations distorting the audio in my ear excited me. It was like he was breathing heavy right here beside me.
“Come, please!”
“Yes,” I breathed.
“And when you do…say my name,” he demanded in a rush, just as he had during our last encounter.
My insides clenched. “Roger!” I cried, shuddering.
Just seconds after the client appeared.
Stiffly, Roger stood and stuck out his hand. “How’s it going, Doug? You're right on time. Head straight into my office. Can we get you anything?”
“No, no, I’m good, thanks, Rog." Doug Parker turned in my direction and smiled. "Hello, Lexi, you look very nice today.”
“Thank you, Mr. Parker,” I said, slightly out of breath, my hand still inside my panties, cupping my quivering cunt.
Roger directed him into his office then turned back to me. Once the other man’s back was turned, he put his hands on his hips, he made a great show of holding his coat open. The bulge in his pants was massive. I took my time, taking his full measure before I looked up at his ruggedly handsome face. His jaw ticked convulsively.
“Ms. Wideman, when I’m through here, I have a big job for you to do.” He looked down at his erection suggestively, then back at me.
I grinned. “Yes, sir. I’m looking forward to it."
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Like Fuck!November 21, 2014
Cranberries and Spice Thanksgiving #Bloghop and #Giveaway hosted by @Nblackthorne
Welcome to the Cranberries and Spice Thanksgiving Blog Hop and Giveaway!
I'd like to wish my southern neighbours a Happy Thanksgiving. Up here in Canada we celebrate our Thanksgiving in October so any reason to have another feast sounds good to me.
To celebrate I'll be giving away a $10 Amazon card (or if the winner prefers a GC from All Romance eBooks) as prize #1 and readers choice of my backlist to winner #2. I'll choose the winners at random on the 5th of December and announce them on the 6th. Please leave a comment and an email address so I can reach you if you are chosen as the winner.
Happy Thanksgiving and thanks to Natasha Blackthorne for being such a wonderful host. There's also a FACEBOOK EVENT where several of the authors will be popping in intermittently sharing excerpts and more flash giveaways.
Don't forget to checkout all the other Cranberries and Spice Blog Hoppers and authors, for more great prizes, giveaways and excerpts. The entire Blog Hop Linky list is at the bottom of this post. Be sure to hit them all.
Speaking of excerpts, let's heat things up a little bit.
Although air conditioning is the last thing we need to think about with the snow on the ground out there and the dreaded wind chill, this excerpt features the deliciously handsome Billy Maas—AC repairman extraordinaire from erotic romance Hard and Fast. I hope it warms you up.
Here's the blurb:
Josslynn Rossdale has dedicated the last ten years of her life making her sister’s dreams come true, and happily so. But now that Pasha is on the cusp of taking the fashion world by storm, Joss realizes she needs some time apart from Pash to find her own direction. Temporarily breaking away from the fast-paced modelling industry, Joss returns to their hometown and decides that opening her own agency is the way to go.
An overly hot and humid summer season has kept repairman Billy Maas more than busy. But when he attends a routine service call, he doesn’t expect the most beautiful woman in the universe to answer the door, let alone allow him to service more than just her air-con unit.
But Joss isn’t looking for a simple fling. After seeing how happy her sister, Pasha, is with her husband, Lot, she wants some of that. Billy is fun and exciting, but their lives and interests are very different. So when Joss begins to have real feelings for the adorable Billy, she sees no alternative but to distance herself from the younger party boy—leaving the bewildered and lovelorn repairman with a crisis he can’t fix.
Chapter Two
Joss woke up early the next morning, too sticky and hot to remain in bed and called the superintendent about the air conditioning. She’d been trying to get it to work since she’d returned and now that she needed it, it wouldn’t even turn on.
This apartment had been hers and Pasha’s for years. They’d kept it even while they’d been stationed in LA, so they’d have a place to stay when they were in town—or a place to come back to if things hadn’t worked out.
On the way to the kitchen, Joss paused to open Pasha’s bedroom door. It was bright and beautiful just like Pash. Joss took a deep breath. It even smelled like Pash.
After taking a cool shower, she put on a thin tank top and a pair of sleep shorts as she puttered around, unpacking from the trip to Hawaii and her sister’s wedding that she’d been neglecting.
There was a knock at the door. She expected it to be the super. Her building was a secured one, so folks couldn’t come and go without being buzzed in. But when she opened the door, it was most certainly not the manager. Instead she met the amazing blue eyes of the man that had occupied her thoughts all night long.
His handsomely rugged features showed surprise as well. The corner of his mouth turned up boyishly. His gaze skimmed over her scant clothing, heating her up again. In a smooth, smug gesture he leaned against the doorjamb.
“You’ve got to be kidding,” Joss commented, amused.
“Did you call for a service, ma’am…?”
Joss snorted at his choice of words and he turned five shades of red then began to back track and trip all over his tongue to correct himself.
“I meant a service man, ma’am. Er…aw, fer fuck! Oh, shit, again, I’m sorry.”
Finally he just hung his head. Joss waited until he peered up at her through his lashes. He was too cute.
“Did my friends put you up to this? You’re not like a male stripper or something on the side, are you?””
“No. I’m here to repair your AC unit. Your super let me up. I had no idea who lived here.”
Shaking her head at the impossibility of it all, she stepped back and let him in.
“This way,” she said, very aware of him at her back. Visions of him doing the most delicious things to her body invaded her mind, as they had last night while she’d tried to sleep.
Jesus Christ, this could have been the fantasy he’d imagined in bed last night, except for the idiotic things coming out of his mouth. In his dreams he was the coolest. But as he followed her down the hall, he forgot all about his flub when he became entranced by the sway of her hips and her long tanned legs. Not to mention the severe cut of her shorts, barely covering the most shapely arse he’d ever had the pleasure of pursuing. His dick twitched. God, she was absolutely stunning. Luscious, he thought, and that wasn’t a word, he’d ever applied to any chick.
“Right in here.”
“Whoo, it is warm in here. How long have you been without it?” he asked concentrating on what he knew calmed his nerves.
“I noticed it when I arrived home and have been complaining to my super since. I’ve been out of town until recently, as you know. I’ve missed most of the heat wave, but now that I need it, nothing.” She twisted the dial to demonstrate.
“Hmm, the last couple of days about every one I’ve seen to has been frozen up.
The problem stems from being cranked on full bore for so many days straight. But that’s obviously not the case here.” Billy popped off the casing exposing the inner workings.
The phone rang.
“Excuse me.”
Billy watched her leave and chuckled at himself. When was the last time he’d made a fool of himself over a woman?
As soon as he heard her answer the phone, he got back to work, diagnosing the problem, by process of elimination, the most common problems with that particular model first.
“Sure, I’ll send them to you right away, Tom,” she said, re-entering the room with a mobile phone to her ear. She then sat her amazing arse in an office chair in front of a desktop computer and turned it on. It started to boot up, but then the whirring sound came to a grinding and abrupt stop.
“Oh, shit! What happened?” She looked over at Billy.
How should he know? But he went over to see if he could help anyway.
“Here, try to reset,” he suggested, pushing the tiny button below the power start.
“Who’s that?” Billy was close enough that he heard the man on the other end of the phone. She must have known it was overloud too. Her gaze shot to his. He wondered if it was a boyfriend and belatedly he checked her left hand for a wedding band. It was bare.
“The AC repairman is here.” When the computer made no attempt to re-boot she said, “Ya know anything about computers too, Tech-Co?”
Billy viewed past her lovely bare legs and replied, “Maybe you have a loose connection or something?” Intentionally he placed his hand on her bare knee as he ducked under, taking his penlight out of his shirt pocket.
“I’ll let you go for now, Tom. If we can get this stupid thing up and running, I’ll send you those documents. If not, I’ll drop off the hard copies round to you tomorrow.”
Billy checked all the cables and connections. Everything seemed as it should be.
“Uhh, no, that’s not necessary.”
Billy noted a change in her voice. Not so cordial now.
“I said it’s fine. No. I can handle it. I’ll get those to you as soon as I can. Goodbye.” She ended the call abruptly.
Billy made sure to brush against her as he came out from under the desk. “All looks good down there.”
She held his gaze as the double entendre hung between them. He hit the power button again, but still nothing.
“Well, what’s next I wonder? They say these things happen in threes. The air conditioning, now this?” She rolled her eyes.
“Well, let me at least get your AC going. You’ll be cooler in no time and then all these other mishaps will be easier to contend with.”
“Thanks.”
Billy went back to the unit and tested the main power with his handy voltage detector. Then on a hunch he passed it over the wall outlet. The stick beeped, indicating it had power.
“It would seem the unit is fried.”
“What? How? I haven’t even been here.”
“Here, let me check your computer.” Again, the outlet had juice but not the computer. Even though it had attempted to start, it was dead now.
“Have you used any of your other appliances since you’ve been home? TVs? Is your fridge working?”
“The fridge is, but I haven’t watched any television.” She got up and Billy followed. She had a nice place—all high-end stuff.
In the kitchen, Billy suggested the microwave. She poured a cup of coffee and placed it into the machine, then hit start. It also did not work.
Baffled, she looked to him.
“That bad storm we had a week ago, maybe?”
“I was at a wedding out of town.”
“Oh, well, the power was out sporadically all over town. I’d say there was a power surge when the utilities came back on and some of your appliances got zapped. You should really unplug things if you’re not using them. Especially when you’re going to be away. There’s no need for them to be plugged in. You should also invest in some surge protectors. Especially for your computer.”
“Oh.”
“I have ‘em. It’s not a big deal and they’re not expensive. Not compared to what it’ll cost you now to replace all this stuff. You got content insurance?”
“Yes. So all my stuff is junk?”
“Sorry.”
“Well, the air conditioning unit came with the place. At least that’s not my problem.”
“No, but it might be hard for your super to replace at the moment. There’s not an air conditioner to be had for miles. Every time there’s a heat wave people buy them up.”
“Well, shit! At least the coffee maker and the fridge made it and I can use my laptop.”
“Let me see what I’ve got in the van. Maybe I can help you out.”
“Thanks, I’d appreciate it.” She wiped her forehead.
“You seem like you can tolerate the heat better than most.”
“Ha,” she laughed softly. “It’s all smoke and mirrors. I’m just as hot as the next person.”
“I’ll say.” Billy grinned. “I’ll be right back.”
* * * *
Joss buzzed the smoldering repairman back in. He let himself into the apartment, a cell phone to his ear.
“The two-four-AC-B-seven. I’ll need a condenser and maybe a fan. Let me know.” He ended the call. “He’s gonna get back to me. I’ve got my trusty power detector.” He jiggled it between two fingers.
“It looks like a flat pen.”
“I guess it does,” he agreed.
”What does it do?” she asked, eyeing it.
“When you touch it to a live wire or something that has power running through it, it will light up and beep. You want to see what else isn’t working. Maybe make a list, then when you call your insurance company, you’ll be prepared?”
“Sure,” she said, dejected. It was one more thing she didn’t want to deal with right now. “Want a cup of coffee?” she offered, taking hers out of the microwave.
“Isn’t it a little hot for coffee?”
“Yes, but I need it.”
“Sure,” he decided with a shrug.
Joss poured him one then joined him in the living area. She passed him a cup.
Once he’d accepted it, he looked directly at her, sending her pulse pounding again.
“Thanks. The TV in here is cooked too.”
“Great,” she said in a clipped tone.
Following him to the next room, she couldn’t help but watch the play of muscle as his blue shirt pulled across his broad shoulders. Continuing her bold perusal, she admired the slim cut of his waist, down to the tight roundness of his butt. Oh yeah, he was built. Other than some tension-filled awkwardness as he went through her bedroom, they made it back to Joss’ office.
The repairman was about to set the coffee cup down on the desk but he fumbled it. The cup hit the keyboard, bounced, splattered hot coffee all the way up his chest then fell to the floor.
“Shit!” he cursed.
“Take your shirt off,” Joss yelled in a panic. She ran to the kitchen for some paper towel and a dishrag. But when she got back to the room and saw him without his shirt, cleaning up the mess was the furthest thing from her mind.
After tossing the roll of paper onto the desk, she took the towel and began to blot his chest, wiping the sexy black swirling tribal tattoo that began on his upper arm, spread to his left shoulder and ended on his chest. He was jacked—muscles bulging and flexing everywhere. With a body like that he must work out like a mad man. Belatedly, she realized she’d wrapped her other hand possessively around his bicep as she dried him off with the other.
Billy seemed to relax, the tension leaving his body. With deliberate slowness, he splayed his fingers low on her back, almost touching her bum.
All of a sudden he seemed to tower over her. She felt small. Her breathing turned shallow and co-mingled with his.
“Are you all right?” she asked, but it came out as a whisper.
Placing his free hand on her opposite hip, he then bent his head as if he might kiss her but hesitated, silently asking permission.
Joss wanted it more than anything.
“How old are you, Tech-Co?” she asked, her voice still evading her.
“It’s Billy.”
The new husky timbre to his voice went right through her. But she was aware enough to realize he’d sidestepped her question. She waited him out.
“Twenty-eight.”
“Don’t lie to me, Billy, that won’t help your cause.”
“Twenty-five. Josslynn,” he added, letting her know that he’d already learned her name, most likely from the super.
“Just Joss,” she responded distractedly.
Anything over twenty-two was good enough for her. She leaned toward him and he captured her lips in a searing kiss. A mewling sound escaped her as his grip tightened and he pulled her body into his. He was so hard, all over. She molded her front to his, boldly rubbing her pelvis against his erection. The gesture dragged a growl from deep in his chest, thrilling her.
Joss dropped the towel so that both of her hands were free to explore his incredible body. Going under her shirt, Billy spanned his palms across her back. He exhaled hotly into her mouth as he tangled his tongue with hers. He was now fully aware that she was not wearing a bra, but instead of exploring her breasts as she expected, he slid his palms over her skin and dipped into her sleep shorts. He cupped her bum before angling her even more securely to his hard cock. They rocked and ground into one another until their harsh breathing filled the room.
All of a sudden everything went very fast. They fought over his zipper.
“Do you have a condom?” Joss panted.
“Wallet, back pocket,” he said, his square jaw tight.
Joss reached into his back pocket and held up the billfold for him to retrieve it. She wasn’t about to rifle through his wallet.
He produced the foil packet. Joss snatched it from his hand then ripped it open. As she fitted it over the swollen head, Billy pushed her hands away and rolled it the rest of the way on.
In a hurry now, Joss backed him toward the loveseat behind them, his trousers around his ankles. The moment the backs of his knees hit the cushions, he toppled downwards. Joss pushed at her shorts and let them fall, then straddled Billy’s lap. He scooched down, holding his distended cock in position for her to just lower herself onto it. But first, she took hold and rubbed it against her wet pussy, spreading the lush moisture around. Then she sank down slowly, allowing her inner walls to become accustomed to his size. She placed her hands on his shoulder for support.
Joss watched Billy’s face as she filled herself with him, his features a combination of ecstasy and pain.
Billy couldn’t believe this was happening. He was buried to the hilt in this
gorgeous woman who he’d just met. It was likely he’d get fired over this—fraternizing with the customers was strictly forbidden. But this was worth it! God, she was so hot and tight, he wasn’t going to be able to make this last. She tossed her head back and rode him frantically. The raspy mewling sound coming from the back of her throat was just as much of a turn on.
In an attempt to slow things down, he gripped her slim hips, but a tiny spasm rocked them both. Joss clamped her knees to his hips and ground her pussy against him. His balls tightened, just as her cunt began to quiver and squeeze him.
“Ohhh, Billy, ohhh…” she cried.
“Fuck! Hunhhh, Josslynn. Oh, baby!” he responded, his hips bucking, he emptied into the rubber.
Josslynn collapsed, burying her face into his neck. Glorious little ripples of latent arousal gripped her and transferred to him, hugging his deflating cock. It felt incredible.
But those amazing aftereffects soon gave way to awkwardness. Yes, they had some major sexual chemistry going on between them, but they knew next to nothing about one another.
Josslynn leaned back and regarded him for only a second before her gaze skittered away. She extricated herself from his lap and bent demurely to pick up her shorts then she raced from the room. Giving him an excellent view of her highly toned bare arse.
“Jesus! That’s nice. Let’s hope that wasn’t the one and only time I get to see it,” he said to himself, scanning the room for a trashcan. She didn’t seem like the tryst in the afternoon kinda girl to him. What if he never saw her again after this?
Spying a tissue box, he pulled the condom off and wrapped it up in the tissue then tossed it in the can.
When she returned, he was fully dressed and re-attaching the faceplate back onto the air conditioner. She went straight to the spots of coffee on the carpet and blotted and sprayed them. She was dressed in the same top but had put on a pair of light capris. They outlined her form perfectly.
“Can I help, there?” Billy asked.
“No, I’ve got it. Thanks.”
“I think I might owe you a new keyboard, too.”
“Wouldn’t it have burnt up too, probably?”
“Yeah, I guess. It may have.”
“Then don’t worry about it. I’ll have to replace the whole thing as it is.”
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay.”
Billy’s phone vibrated. “Yeah,” he answered tersely, then listened. “All right. I’ll be there.” He ended the call.
“Another repair call?” she asked, standing. She began to wipe down the desk.
“Yeah, sorry.”
“That’s okay. Not much you can do without parts, right?” She smiled then looked away again.
After collecting his gear and tools, he made his way to the exit. She followed behind.
“Can I”—he shrugged—“see you later tonight, maybe?”
“I have plans tonight.”
Did she? Or was she blowing him off?
“I’ll, uh, I’ll be back in touch then when I get my hands on some parts.”
“Thank you.”
After opening the door, he crossed the threshold into the hallway then turned back. She searched his gaze, seemingly uncertain, just as he was.
A small smile pulled at her incredible mouth and a twinkle flashed in her dark eyes. “Well, thanks for the service,” she said cheekily. Two pink patches appeared on her cheeks.
Heat climbed up the back of his neck.
“Well, you’re welcome, ma’am. Any time. I’m here to serve,” he returned with a grin.
She bit her lip as he turned from her and made his way to the elevator. When he cast a glance back, she’d already closed the door.
* * * *Joss leaned against the door then placed her face in her hands, silently berating herself. What had she been thinking? She’d just banged the Tech-Co repairman!
Oh, stop acting like you’re mortified. Embarrassed, maybe, but face it, you’d do it again in a heartbeat.
Yes, she would. He was hot and the hurried sex was too. So, why had she panicked and lied to him about having plans for the night. She might have enjoyed spending more time with him? Perhaps because she didn’t want him to think she was too easy?
“Oh, no, why would he think that when you jumped him after only knowing him a few minutes?” she admonished.
Mopping her forehead, Joss pulled herself together and called her insurance company.
Happy and safe Thanksgiving!
An InLinkz Link-up
I'd like to wish my southern neighbours a Happy Thanksgiving. Up here in Canada we celebrate our Thanksgiving in October so any reason to have another feast sounds good to me.
To celebrate I'll be giving away a $10 Amazon card (or if the winner prefers a GC from All Romance eBooks) as prize #1 and readers choice of my backlist to winner #2. I'll choose the winners at random on the 5th of December and announce them on the 6th. Please leave a comment and an email address so I can reach you if you are chosen as the winner.
Happy Thanksgiving and thanks to Natasha Blackthorne for being such a wonderful host. There's also a FACEBOOK EVENT where several of the authors will be popping in intermittently sharing excerpts and more flash giveaways.
Don't forget to checkout all the other Cranberries and Spice Blog Hoppers and authors, for more great prizes, giveaways and excerpts. The entire Blog Hop Linky list is at the bottom of this post. Be sure to hit them all.
Speaking of excerpts, let's heat things up a little bit.
Although air conditioning is the last thing we need to think about with the snow on the ground out there and the dreaded wind chill, this excerpt features the deliciously handsome Billy Maas—AC repairman extraordinaire from erotic romance Hard and Fast. I hope it warms you up.
Here's the blurb:
Josslynn Rossdale has dedicated the last ten years of her life making her sister’s dreams come true, and happily so. But now that Pasha is on the cusp of taking the fashion world by storm, Joss realizes she needs some time apart from Pash to find her own direction. Temporarily breaking away from the fast-paced modelling industry, Joss returns to their hometown and decides that opening her own agency is the way to go.An overly hot and humid summer season has kept repairman Billy Maas more than busy. But when he attends a routine service call, he doesn’t expect the most beautiful woman in the universe to answer the door, let alone allow him to service more than just her air-con unit.
But Joss isn’t looking for a simple fling. After seeing how happy her sister, Pasha, is with her husband, Lot, she wants some of that. Billy is fun and exciting, but their lives and interests are very different. So when Joss begins to have real feelings for the adorable Billy, she sees no alternative but to distance herself from the younger party boy—leaving the bewildered and lovelorn repairman with a crisis he can’t fix.
Chapter Two
Joss woke up early the next morning, too sticky and hot to remain in bed and called the superintendent about the air conditioning. She’d been trying to get it to work since she’d returned and now that she needed it, it wouldn’t even turn on.
This apartment had been hers and Pasha’s for years. They’d kept it even while they’d been stationed in LA, so they’d have a place to stay when they were in town—or a place to come back to if things hadn’t worked out.
On the way to the kitchen, Joss paused to open Pasha’s bedroom door. It was bright and beautiful just like Pash. Joss took a deep breath. It even smelled like Pash.
After taking a cool shower, she put on a thin tank top and a pair of sleep shorts as she puttered around, unpacking from the trip to Hawaii and her sister’s wedding that she’d been neglecting.There was a knock at the door. She expected it to be the super. Her building was a secured one, so folks couldn’t come and go without being buzzed in. But when she opened the door, it was most certainly not the manager. Instead she met the amazing blue eyes of the man that had occupied her thoughts all night long.
His handsomely rugged features showed surprise as well. The corner of his mouth turned up boyishly. His gaze skimmed over her scant clothing, heating her up again. In a smooth, smug gesture he leaned against the doorjamb.
“You’ve got to be kidding,” Joss commented, amused.
“Did you call for a service, ma’am…?”
Joss snorted at his choice of words and he turned five shades of red then began to back track and trip all over his tongue to correct himself.
“I meant a service man, ma’am. Er…aw, fer fuck! Oh, shit, again, I’m sorry.”
Finally he just hung his head. Joss waited until he peered up at her through his lashes. He was too cute.
“Did my friends put you up to this? You’re not like a male stripper or something on the side, are you?””
“No. I’m here to repair your AC unit. Your super let me up. I had no idea who lived here.”
Shaking her head at the impossibility of it all, she stepped back and let him in.
“This way,” she said, very aware of him at her back. Visions of him doing the most delicious things to her body invaded her mind, as they had last night while she’d tried to sleep.
Jesus Christ, this could have been the fantasy he’d imagined in bed last night, except for the idiotic things coming out of his mouth. In his dreams he was the coolest. But as he followed her down the hall, he forgot all about his flub when he became entranced by the sway of her hips and her long tanned legs. Not to mention the severe cut of her shorts, barely covering the most shapely arse he’d ever had the pleasure of pursuing. His dick twitched. God, she was absolutely stunning. Luscious, he thought, and that wasn’t a word, he’d ever applied to any chick.
“Right in here.”
“Whoo, it is warm in here. How long have you been without it?” he asked concentrating on what he knew calmed his nerves.
“I noticed it when I arrived home and have been complaining to my super since. I’ve been out of town until recently, as you know. I’ve missed most of the heat wave, but now that I need it, nothing.” She twisted the dial to demonstrate.
“Hmm, the last couple of days about every one I’ve seen to has been frozen up.
The problem stems from being cranked on full bore for so many days straight. But that’s obviously not the case here.” Billy popped off the casing exposing the inner workings.
The phone rang.
“Excuse me.”
Billy watched her leave and chuckled at himself. When was the last time he’d made a fool of himself over a woman?
As soon as he heard her answer the phone, he got back to work, diagnosing the problem, by process of elimination, the most common problems with that particular model first.
“Sure, I’ll send them to you right away, Tom,” she said, re-entering the room with a mobile phone to her ear. She then sat her amazing arse in an office chair in front of a desktop computer and turned it on. It started to boot up, but then the whirring sound came to a grinding and abrupt stop.
“Oh, shit! What happened?” She looked over at Billy.
How should he know? But he went over to see if he could help anyway.
“Here, try to reset,” he suggested, pushing the tiny button below the power start.
“Who’s that?” Billy was close enough that he heard the man on the other end of the phone. She must have known it was overloud too. Her gaze shot to his. He wondered if it was a boyfriend and belatedly he checked her left hand for a wedding band. It was bare.
“The AC repairman is here.” When the computer made no attempt to re-boot she said, “Ya know anything about computers too, Tech-Co?”
Billy viewed past her lovely bare legs and replied, “Maybe you have a loose connection or something?” Intentionally he placed his hand on her bare knee as he ducked under, taking his penlight out of his shirt pocket.
“I’ll let you go for now, Tom. If we can get this stupid thing up and running, I’ll send you those documents. If not, I’ll drop off the hard copies round to you tomorrow.”
Billy checked all the cables and connections. Everything seemed as it should be.
“Uhh, no, that’s not necessary.”
Billy noted a change in her voice. Not so cordial now.
“I said it’s fine. No. I can handle it. I’ll get those to you as soon as I can. Goodbye.” She ended the call abruptly.
Billy made sure to brush against her as he came out from under the desk. “All looks good down there.”
She held his gaze as the double entendre hung between them. He hit the power button again, but still nothing.
“Well, what’s next I wonder? They say these things happen in threes. The air conditioning, now this?” She rolled her eyes.
“Well, let me at least get your AC going. You’ll be cooler in no time and then all these other mishaps will be easier to contend with.”
“Thanks.”
Billy went back to the unit and tested the main power with his handy voltage detector. Then on a hunch he passed it over the wall outlet. The stick beeped, indicating it had power.
“It would seem the unit is fried.”
“What? How? I haven’t even been here.”
“Here, let me check your computer.” Again, the outlet had juice but not the computer. Even though it had attempted to start, it was dead now.
“Have you used any of your other appliances since you’ve been home? TVs? Is your fridge working?”
“The fridge is, but I haven’t watched any television.” She got up and Billy followed. She had a nice place—all high-end stuff.
In the kitchen, Billy suggested the microwave. She poured a cup of coffee and placed it into the machine, then hit start. It also did not work.
Baffled, she looked to him.
“That bad storm we had a week ago, maybe?”
“I was at a wedding out of town.”
“Oh, well, the power was out sporadically all over town. I’d say there was a power surge when the utilities came back on and some of your appliances got zapped. You should really unplug things if you’re not using them. Especially when you’re going to be away. There’s no need for them to be plugged in. You should also invest in some surge protectors. Especially for your computer.”
“Oh.”
“I have ‘em. It’s not a big deal and they’re not expensive. Not compared to what it’ll cost you now to replace all this stuff. You got content insurance?”
“Yes. So all my stuff is junk?”
“Sorry.”
“Well, the air conditioning unit came with the place. At least that’s not my problem.”
“No, but it might be hard for your super to replace at the moment. There’s not an air conditioner to be had for miles. Every time there’s a heat wave people buy them up.”
“Well, shit! At least the coffee maker and the fridge made it and I can use my laptop.”
“Let me see what I’ve got in the van. Maybe I can help you out.”
“Thanks, I’d appreciate it.” She wiped her forehead.
“You seem like you can tolerate the heat better than most.”
“Ha,” she laughed softly. “It’s all smoke and mirrors. I’m just as hot as the next person.”
“I’ll say.” Billy grinned. “I’ll be right back.”
* * * *
Joss buzzed the smoldering repairman back in. He let himself into the apartment, a cell phone to his ear.
“The two-four-AC-B-seven. I’ll need a condenser and maybe a fan. Let me know.” He ended the call. “He’s gonna get back to me. I’ve got my trusty power detector.” He jiggled it between two fingers.
“It looks like a flat pen.”
“I guess it does,” he agreed.
”What does it do?” she asked, eyeing it.
“When you touch it to a live wire or something that has power running through it, it will light up and beep. You want to see what else isn’t working. Maybe make a list, then when you call your insurance company, you’ll be prepared?”
“Sure,” she said, dejected. It was one more thing she didn’t want to deal with right now. “Want a cup of coffee?” she offered, taking hers out of the microwave.
“Isn’t it a little hot for coffee?”
“Yes, but I need it.”
“Sure,” he decided with a shrug.
Joss poured him one then joined him in the living area. She passed him a cup.
Once he’d accepted it, he looked directly at her, sending her pulse pounding again.
“Thanks. The TV in here is cooked too.”
“Great,” she said in a clipped tone.
Following him to the next room, she couldn’t help but watch the play of muscle as his blue shirt pulled across his broad shoulders. Continuing her bold perusal, she admired the slim cut of his waist, down to the tight roundness of his butt. Oh yeah, he was built. Other than some tension-filled awkwardness as he went through her bedroom, they made it back to Joss’ office.
The repairman was about to set the coffee cup down on the desk but he fumbled it. The cup hit the keyboard, bounced, splattered hot coffee all the way up his chest then fell to the floor. “Shit!” he cursed.
“Take your shirt off,” Joss yelled in a panic. She ran to the kitchen for some paper towel and a dishrag. But when she got back to the room and saw him without his shirt, cleaning up the mess was the furthest thing from her mind.After tossing the roll of paper onto the desk, she took the towel and began to blot his chest, wiping the sexy black swirling tribal tattoo that began on his upper arm, spread to his left shoulder and ended on his chest. He was jacked—muscles bulging and flexing everywhere. With a body like that he must work out like a mad man. Belatedly, she realized she’d wrapped her other hand possessively around his bicep as she dried him off with the other.
Billy seemed to relax, the tension leaving his body. With deliberate slowness, he splayed his fingers low on her back, almost touching her bum.
All of a sudden he seemed to tower over her. She felt small. Her breathing turned shallow and co-mingled with his.
“Are you all right?” she asked, but it came out as a whisper.
Placing his free hand on her opposite hip, he then bent his head as if he might kiss her but hesitated, silently asking permission.
Joss wanted it more than anything.
“How old are you, Tech-Co?” she asked, her voice still evading her.
“It’s Billy.”
The new husky timbre to his voice went right through her. But she was aware enough to realize he’d sidestepped her question. She waited him out.
“Twenty-eight.”
“Don’t lie to me, Billy, that won’t help your cause.”
“Twenty-five. Josslynn,” he added, letting her know that he’d already learned her name, most likely from the super.
“Just Joss,” she responded distractedly.
Anything over twenty-two was good enough for her. She leaned toward him and he captured her lips in a searing kiss. A mewling sound escaped her as his grip tightened and he pulled her body into his. He was so hard, all over. She molded her front to his, boldly rubbing her pelvis against his erection. The gesture dragged a growl from deep in his chest, thrilling her.
Joss dropped the towel so that both of her hands were free to explore his incredible body. Going under her shirt, Billy spanned his palms across her back. He exhaled hotly into her mouth as he tangled his tongue with hers. He was now fully aware that she was not wearing a bra, but instead of exploring her breasts as she expected, he slid his palms over her skin and dipped into her sleep shorts. He cupped her bum before angling her even more securely to his hard cock. They rocked and ground into one another until their harsh breathing filled the room.
All of a sudden everything went very fast. They fought over his zipper.
“Do you have a condom?” Joss panted.
“Wallet, back pocket,” he said, his square jaw tight.
Joss reached into his back pocket and held up the billfold for him to retrieve it. She wasn’t about to rifle through his wallet.
He produced the foil packet. Joss snatched it from his hand then ripped it open. As she fitted it over the swollen head, Billy pushed her hands away and rolled it the rest of the way on.
In a hurry now, Joss backed him toward the loveseat behind them, his trousers around his ankles. The moment the backs of his knees hit the cushions, he toppled downwards. Joss pushed at her shorts and let them fall, then straddled Billy’s lap. He scooched down, holding his distended cock in position for her to just lower herself onto it. But first, she took hold and rubbed it against her wet pussy, spreading the lush moisture around. Then she sank down slowly, allowing her inner walls to become accustomed to his size. She placed her hands on his shoulder for support.
Joss watched Billy’s face as she filled herself with him, his features a combination of ecstasy and pain.
Billy couldn’t believe this was happening. He was buried to the hilt in this
gorgeous woman who he’d just met. It was likely he’d get fired over this—fraternizing with the customers was strictly forbidden. But this was worth it! God, she was so hot and tight, he wasn’t going to be able to make this last. She tossed her head back and rode him frantically. The raspy mewling sound coming from the back of her throat was just as much of a turn on.In an attempt to slow things down, he gripped her slim hips, but a tiny spasm rocked them both. Joss clamped her knees to his hips and ground her pussy against him. His balls tightened, just as her cunt began to quiver and squeeze him.
“Ohhh, Billy, ohhh…” she cried.
“Fuck! Hunhhh, Josslynn. Oh, baby!” he responded, his hips bucking, he emptied into the rubber.
Josslynn collapsed, burying her face into his neck. Glorious little ripples of latent arousal gripped her and transferred to him, hugging his deflating cock. It felt incredible.
But those amazing aftereffects soon gave way to awkwardness. Yes, they had some major sexual chemistry going on between them, but they knew next to nothing about one another.
Josslynn leaned back and regarded him for only a second before her gaze skittered away. She extricated herself from his lap and bent demurely to pick up her shorts then she raced from the room. Giving him an excellent view of her highly toned bare arse.
“Jesus! That’s nice. Let’s hope that wasn’t the one and only time I get to see it,” he said to himself, scanning the room for a trashcan. She didn’t seem like the tryst in the afternoon kinda girl to him. What if he never saw her again after this?
Spying a tissue box, he pulled the condom off and wrapped it up in the tissue then tossed it in the can.
When she returned, he was fully dressed and re-attaching the faceplate back onto the air conditioner. She went straight to the spots of coffee on the carpet and blotted and sprayed them. She was dressed in the same top but had put on a pair of light capris. They outlined her form perfectly.
“Can I help, there?” Billy asked.
“No, I’ve got it. Thanks.”
“I think I might owe you a new keyboard, too.”
“Wouldn’t it have burnt up too, probably?”
“Yeah, I guess. It may have.”
“Then don’t worry about it. I’ll have to replace the whole thing as it is.”
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay.”
Billy’s phone vibrated. “Yeah,” he answered tersely, then listened. “All right. I’ll be there.” He ended the call.
“Another repair call?” she asked, standing. She began to wipe down the desk.
“Yeah, sorry.”
“That’s okay. Not much you can do without parts, right?” She smiled then looked away again.
After collecting his gear and tools, he made his way to the exit. She followed behind.
“Can I”—he shrugged—“see you later tonight, maybe?”
“I have plans tonight.”
Did she? Or was she blowing him off?
“I’ll, uh, I’ll be back in touch then when I get my hands on some parts.”
“Thank you.”
After opening the door, he crossed the threshold into the hallway then turned back. She searched his gaze, seemingly uncertain, just as he was.
A small smile pulled at her incredible mouth and a twinkle flashed in her dark eyes. “Well, thanks for the service,” she said cheekily. Two pink patches appeared on her cheeks.
Heat climbed up the back of his neck.
“Well, you’re welcome, ma’am. Any time. I’m here to serve,” he returned with a grin.
She bit her lip as he turned from her and made his way to the elevator. When he cast a glance back, she’d already closed the door.
* * * *Joss leaned against the door then placed her face in her hands, silently berating herself. What had she been thinking? She’d just banged the Tech-Co repairman!
Oh, stop acting like you’re mortified. Embarrassed, maybe, but face it, you’d do it again in a heartbeat.
Yes, she would. He was hot and the hurried sex was too. So, why had she panicked and lied to him about having plans for the night. She might have enjoyed spending more time with him? Perhaps because she didn’t want him to think she was too easy?
“Oh, no, why would he think that when you jumped him after only knowing him a few minutes?” she admonished.
Mopping her forehead, Joss pulled herself together and called her insurance company.
Happy and safe Thanksgiving!
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#MySexySaturday The Thanksgiving Edition
Welcome to the 69th week of My Sexy Saturday. This week’s theme is our sexy Thanksgiving. We know what you’re thinking. Thanksgiving is about families. What’s more sexy than family? After all each started with a story about a man and a woman finding each other and deciding on a family. Think of all the wonderful romances that happen at this time of year. You know the ones we’re talking about. Sister brings home friend, brother falls for friend and on and on.
So this week show us all the characters love family. Maybe it’s someone who doesn’t have one and suddenly they find themselves with one. It could be about someone who has always looked in and wanted a home with all the trimmings including a family. There are many ways to be thankful and we’d love to hear some of those wonderful stories.
This snip blends with the spirit of family and two people who are eternally grateful and thankful for each other. Always.
Blurb : Always Cambridge Book One
The Always Cambridge Series chronicles the life of Holly Cambridge through her tumultuous childhood and violent teen years and the consequences that stem from being the daughter of mob boss, Bill Cambridge.
* * * *
Holly Cambridge is just a typical kid, or so she thinks, until one day, she takes a good look around and realizes her friends don’t have bodyguards dogging their every step.
At the age of sixteen, Holly is assigned a new bodyguard, Randy Phillips. He is a tall, muscular, God-like force in the young, impressionable and lonely girl’s life. He is her friend, her confident, her conscience, and the older man she adores beyond reason.
Randy Phillips is fully aware of his young charge’s adolescent crush on him. Although he is flattered by the adulation, he maintains a safe distance and professional demeanour until Holly is wounded in a rival family blood feud, and the course of both their lives is changed forever.
Excerpt:
As the door closed I saw her shoulders slump. She covered her face with her hand. She wiped away a tear. I stood to go to her, but Paddy reached her first. He opened up his arms and she dove into them. He held her and talked to her softly. I couldn't hear his words but occasionally, I saw her nod. Then finally she giggled. She parted from him and he wiped her tears away. Just like I had seen him do for her when she was little. He unwrapped a candy from his pocket, handed it to her, and she popped it into her mouth.
“That’s my girl. Now, come on, let me help you get those dead birds out. There’s no way these tiny little spaghetti arms can lift those twenty-five pounders. Randy!” Paddy called. “We need some help with some dead bird carcasses.” He was just trying to be silly now to make her happy.
“Eeewww,” she replied wrinkling her nose. “I think I just lost my appetite.”
Holly laughed as I approached but I could see her eyes were still glistening and sad. It made me hate Cambridge even more than I already did. He didn’t deserve her tears.
Holly took Paddy’s hand and they walked through the kitchen door together. “I love you, Paddy.” I heard her say.
He patted her shoulder awkwardly. But I knew he loved her too, even if he couldn’t say it.
Though, I had to hand it to her. She left her own sadness at her father’s rejection behind and she threw herself, like only Holly could, whole-heartedly into the role of perfect hostess. She made every wise-guy there feel comfortable and at home. She served and fetched for everyone. I found myself watching her everywhere she went. She laughed and she joked. She knew individual things about every one of these guys so that she could hold a conversation with each of them. She knew all of their kid’s names. And more stuff about them that I didn’t even know. These guys were not just here to protect her. We weren’t just employees to her. She cared about us. She made us her family.
A family. That was what she wanted, a family to love and to love her in return. She craved it from her father and her sister. From me. She wanted to be cared about. She wanted to look after people and have them look after her out of mutual feeling. I knew what that was like. To feel alone, like no one cared. There was no one to take care of her. Maybe that was why she and I had always clicked. Even when she was so young, we just wanted desperately for someone to give a shit about us. I ached for her.
Follow the saga from the beginning... Always Cambridge
I hope you enjoyed this week's snip. Don't forget to check out the other MSS authors from the linky list below.
Have a Sexy Saturday
and for those celebrating, enjoy a Happy and safe Thanksgiving!
November 20, 2014
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November 17, 2014
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Misha, a successful banker, wonders why he doesn't feel elated. His wife Sayuri has told him to leave home for a month to get his obsession with sex out of his system. Misha takes his guilt-free pass and heads to Mexico City.
There he meets a young woman unlike any other, in the most unlikely of places. She combines innocent idealism with a seemingly insatiable appetite for sex. His lust and heart pull him back to Mexico again and again, where he finds himself increasingly drawn to his young lover.
But as Misha's month of freedom approaches its end, will he be able to tear himself away from the arms of this woman with whom he is falling in love? And is everything he believes about Sayuri actually true?
Then another woman enters Misha's life -- one who demands complete honesty. Or else.
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Genre: Erotic Suspense
Length: 439 pages (estimated)
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My name’s Austin Briggs. I’ve spent over 10 years researching the history of the Aztec Empire and the Spanish Conquest with a dream of creating a historical fiction series that would fascinate readers who like a good history-based tale. I even went so far as to experience some of the magical rites of the ancient Mexica myself.
I’ve always been obsessed with learning about other cultures; in addition to my time in the lands that were once occupied by the Aztec peoples, I’ve also lived in Russia, Japan, England, Switzerland, Cambodia, Lithuania, and Uzbekistan.
I’ve been a soldier in the Russian army, an officer in the United Nations, and a global manager of a Fortune 10 company. I’ve been both a local and an outsider, a member of the majority and of a minority, which I feel makes me somewhat able to write from the perspective of multiple characters, all of whom have various levels of status and acceptance in their world.
We’re often told that history is written by the winners. My stories are told from the perspective of those who lost — though they went down fighting.
My fascination with the Aztec Empire during the time of the Spanish Conquest began because I’m intrigued by the idea of a society that is about to lose itself entirely. I wanted to show how difficult and painful — and sometimes strangely inspiring — that process can be.
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Blurb:
Misha, a successful banker, wonders why he doesn't feel elated. His wife Sayuri has told him to leave home for a month to get his obsession with sex out of his system. Misha takes his guilt-free pass and heads to Mexico City.
There he meets a young woman unlike any other, in the most unlikely of places. She combines innocent idealism with a seemingly insatiable appetite for sex. His lust and heart pull him back to Mexico again and again, where he finds himself increasingly drawn to his young lover.
But as Misha's month of freedom approaches its end, will he be able to tear himself away from the arms of this woman with whom he is falling in love? And is everything he believes about Sayuri actually true?
Then another woman enters Misha's life -- one who demands complete honesty. Or else.
This book contains numerous explicit situations (To quote a reader: "I thought my tablet would burst into flames.") It is intended for adults only.
Genre: Erotic Suspense
Length: 439 pages (estimated)
Buy Links:
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Author Bio:
My name’s Austin Briggs. I’ve spent over 10 years researching the history of the Aztec Empire and the Spanish Conquest with a dream of creating a historical fiction series that would fascinate readers who like a good history-based tale. I even went so far as to experience some of the magical rites of the ancient Mexica myself.
I’ve always been obsessed with learning about other cultures; in addition to my time in the lands that were once occupied by the Aztec peoples, I’ve also lived in Russia, Japan, England, Switzerland, Cambodia, Lithuania, and Uzbekistan.
I’ve been a soldier in the Russian army, an officer in the United Nations, and a global manager of a Fortune 10 company. I’ve been both a local and an outsider, a member of the majority and of a minority, which I feel makes me somewhat able to write from the perspective of multiple characters, all of whom have various levels of status and acceptance in their world.
We’re often told that history is written by the winners. My stories are told from the perspective of those who lost — though they went down fighting.
My fascination with the Aztec Empire during the time of the Spanish Conquest began because I’m intrigued by the idea of a society that is about to lose itself entirely. I wanted to show how difficult and painful — and sometimes strangely inspiring — that process can be.
Contact him at:
Website
The Austin Briggs Facebook
@TheAustinBriggs Twitter
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Blurb:
Misha, a successful banker, wonders why he doesn't feel elated. His wife Sayuri has told him to leave home for a month to get his obsession with sex out of his system. Misha takes his guilt-free pass and heads to Mexico City.
There he meets a young woman unlike any other, in the most unlikely of places. She combines innocent idealism with a seemingly insatiable appetite for sex. His lust and heart pull him back to Mexico again and again, where he finds himself increasingly drawn to his young lover.
But as Misha's month of freedom approaches its end, will he be able to tear himself away from the arms of this woman with whom he is falling in love? And is everything he believes about Sayuri actually true?
Then another woman enters Misha's life -- one who demands complete honesty. Or else.
This book contains numerous explicit situations (To quote a reader: "I thought my tablet would burst into flames.") It is intended for adults only.
Genre: Erotic Suspense
Length: 439 pages (estimated)
Buy Links:
Amazon
Author Bio:
My name’s Austin Briggs. I’ve spent over 10 years researching the history of the Aztec Empire and the Spanish Conquest with a dream of creating a historical fiction series that would fascinate readers who like a good history-based tale. I even went so far as to experience some of the magical rites of the ancient Mexica myself.
I’ve always been obsessed with learning about other cultures; in addition to my time in the lands that were once occupied by the Aztec peoples, I’ve also lived in Russia, Japan, England, Switzerland, Cambodia, Lithuania, and Uzbekistan.
I’ve been a soldier in the Russian army, an officer in the United Nations, and a global manager of a Fortune 10 company. I’ve been both a local and an outsider, a member of the majority and of a minority, which I feel makes me somewhat able to write from the perspective of multiple characters, all of whom have various levels of status and acceptance in their world.
We’re often told that history is written by the winners. My stories are told from the perspective of those who lost — though they went down fighting.
My fascination with the Aztec Empire during the time of the Spanish Conquest began because I’m intrigued by the idea of a society that is about to lose itself entirely. I wanted to show how difficult and painful — and sometimes strangely inspiring — that process can be.
Contact him at:
Website
The Austin Briggs Facebook
@TheAustinBriggs Twitter
Goodreads
a Rafflecopter giveaway
Promo Blitz Schedule: 11/17: Romance Novel Promotions Love to read romance books The Book Quarry
11/18: Harlie WilliamsWriter Pick a Genre Already All my Book finds Romance Book Craze 11/19: Deal Sharing Aunt BFD Book Blog Jen's Reading Obsession Zany PNR Addict
Blurb:
Misha, a successful banker, wonders why he doesn't feel elated. His wife Sayuri has told him to leave home for a month to get his obsession with sex out of his system. Misha takes his guilt-free pass and heads to Mexico City.
There he meets a young woman unlike any other, in the most unlikely of places. She combines innocent idealism with a seemingly insatiable appetite for sex. His lust and heart pull him back to Mexico again and again, where he finds himself increasingly drawn to his young lover.
But as Misha's month of freedom approaches its end, will he be able to tear himself away from the arms of this woman with whom he is falling in love? And is everything he believes about Sayuri actually true?
Then another woman enters Misha's life -- one who demands complete honesty. Or else.
This book contains numerous explicit situations (To quote a reader: "I thought my tablet would burst into flames.") It is intended for adults only.
Genre: Erotic Suspense
Length: 439 pages (estimated)
Buy Links:
Amazon
Author Bio:
My name’s Austin Briggs. I’ve spent over 10 years researching the history of the Aztec Empire and the Spanish Conquest with a dream of creating a historical fiction series that would fascinate readers who like a good history-based tale. I even went so far as to experience some of the magical rites of the ancient Mexica myself.
I’ve always been obsessed with learning about other cultures; in addition to my time in the lands that were once occupied by the Aztec peoples, I’ve also lived in Russia, Japan, England, Switzerland, Cambodia, Lithuania, and Uzbekistan.
I’ve been a soldier in the Russian army, an officer in the United Nations, and a global manager of a Fortune 10 company. I’ve been both a local and an outsider, a member of the majority and of a minority, which I feel makes me somewhat able to write from the perspective of multiple characters, all of whom have various levels of status and acceptance in their world.
We’re often told that history is written by the winners. My stories are told from the perspective of those who lost — though they went down fighting.
My fascination with the Aztec Empire during the time of the Spanish Conquest began because I’m intrigued by the idea of a society that is about to lose itself entirely. I wanted to show how difficult and painful — and sometimes strangely inspiring — that process can be.
Contact him at:
Website
The Austin Briggs Facebook
@TheAustinBriggs Twitter
Goodreads
a Rafflecopter giveaway
Promo Blitz Schedule: 11/17: Romance Novel Promotions Love to read romance books The Book Quarry
11/18: Harlie WilliamsWriter Pick a Genre Already All my Book finds Romance Book Craze 11/19: Deal Sharing Aunt BFD Book Blog Jen's Reading Obsession Zany PNR Addict
November 16, 2014
#MasturbationMonday Week 11 The Morning After #erotic #excerpt
Welcome to the 11th Week of Masturbation Monday!
The rules are fairly simple because it should be easy to participate. Write a steamy hot post on your blog about masturbation or anything else that gets you and your readers turned on.
As usual the lovely Kayla has provided us with an image prompt that inspires total participation. I'm not sure we need to post for any added inspiration :D but here goes anyway.
I've decided to continue on from the excerpt I shared last week (Adrenaline Induced, if you missed it or need a reminder, click on the orange link), from the fourth book in the Always Cambridge Series Law and Order : Crime and Chaos, again from both POVs. This is a mob series as well as romantic suspense. Holly Cambridge and her bodyguard and lover, Randy Phillips, have just survived an ambush and shootout with a rival crime family. This snip from the morning after an intense adrenaline induced (brutal fucking) the night before.
I woke up in the morning, and everything I owned ached. I felt like I’d been hit by a truck. Oh, wait. We had. And shot at. And my next thought was, did Wayne make it through the night?
I rolled over. Randy was there, and to my surprise my achy body came alive at the naked sight of him. I snaked my leg over him, making sure to cover his limp cock with my thigh. I should make it up to him for waking him to another one of my nightmares.
“Mmmph,” he grunted, as his large hand covered my ass cheek, pulling me more tightly against him. I felt him twinge under my leg.
“You can’t possibly want to have sex again, Holly,” he said, not opening his eyes.
“No, I want to make love. I’m awfully sore, Randy, but I still want you.” I kissed his chest.
He cracked an eye. “I’m sorry if I hurt you.”
“You didn’t do anything I didn’t want you to do. And you did it sooo well,” I said, rolling on top of him.
“Mmm,” he groaned again and he lifted his hips against me letting me feel his burgeoning erection.
“I think I owe you for waking you.” I started to slide my body down his.
“I’m guessing you don’t mean you’re going to give me a few more minutes sleep.”
I paused and looked up at him, my mouth poised right above the smooth bulbous head of his cock. I exhaled, making sure my warm breath touched him. He jerked.
I licked the tip and then kissed him softly. “If you want to sleep, I will leave you alone.”
He growled and grabbed either side of my head. “Don’t you dare!”
I licked my lips and smiled, taking him deep into my mouth.
He rocked his hips. “Ohhh, Holly!”
I really threw myself into it. He was moaning and fucking my mouth in no time, when there was a sharp knock on our door. I hesitated, but only for a second, before taking him so deep he bumped the back of my throat. His chest rumbled with appreciation.
“Fuck off!” Randy yelled to whomever was at the door.
“Detective Phillips, Agent Orton would like to speak to either you or Ms. Cambridge on the phone. Please.”
“Orton has some fucking timing!” Randy cursed.
I kept stroking him with my mouth and Randy made no attempt to move.
“Ms. Cambridge?”
“Give us a minute,” I yelled, before resuming my pleasurable task.
“I have the cell phone right here.” He continued to call to us through the door.
Randy sighed and patted my head. I pouted but released him. Randy strode to the door purposefully, his powerful naked body poetry in motion. For a second, I wondered if in his anger he might just pull the door open, no matter his nakedness. He opened the door a fraction and the cell phone appeared with a hand attached.
Randy took the cell and pushed the door closed, his back to it.
* * * *“This better be good, Orton!”
“Excuse me for interrupting your beauty sleep, bodyguard.”
“My beauty sleep is not what you were interrupting!”
“Oh well, I…I…you got things worked out, did you?”
“Spit it out!” I snapped.
Holly was approaching me, stalking me, actually. I didn’t know how I was going to concentrate on what he was saying if she took me into her mouth again. She pushed me against the door and got down on her knees.
I slammed my head against the door, stifling a groan.
“The judge has postponed court for today, while we try to figure out who is behind the ambush yesterday.”
“I’ll give you two guesses, g-man,” I gritted out. “It shouldn’t take a whole team of you stiffs to figure it out.”
“Well, yeah, but we need to prove it. I’ll be over when I can.”
“Yeah, who cares! I’m busy here.”
“How’s Wayne?” Holly asked looking up at me while still stroking me with her hand.
“How’s Wayne?”
“He’s bad. But he made it through the night. The surgeon said this was the first hurdle. The next seventy-two hours will tell. He lost a lot of blood and his leg is mangled. They might still have to take it. Regardless, if he lives, he’ll spend the rest of his career on a desk.”
I repeated this to her.
“There are worse things,” I said to Alex. “See you when you get here.”
“We need clothes.” Holly reminded me.
Holding the phone just a little away from my mouth, I said to her, “Are you sure? Cause, I’m kinda enjoyin’ this Adam and Eve thing we got goin’ on here.” I looked down at the beautiful naked woman expertly licking the end of my dick. She hummed agreement, sending another jolt of vibrating sensation through me.
“We need clothes, g-man.”
Holly stood and started to back away from me. I wanted to cry from her abandonment.
She moved to the bed and piled all the pillows in the centre. She sat her sweet little ass down and reclined back against the mountain. She opened her legs and gave me a come here sign with her finger. I tried to listen to Alex.
“Clothes?” Alex asked.
“Yeah, ours are covered in blood.”
“Oh, I haven’t spoken to the other agents, I don’t know if the safe house’s cover was compromised…”
When I made no move towards Holly, she pointed that come here finger to her glistening pussy. I took a step, then heard the agent outside the door waiting for me to return the cell phone. But fuck, I wanted to get where she was pointing.
Alex continued, “I’ll have to get back to you on that. I guess it’s a good thing we didn’t have to go to court first thing…”
She took her slender finger and circled it around her opening, pushing it softly inwards. I watched her finger disappear into the soft liquid heat.
I couldn’t help but groan. I tried to cover it with a cough.
“Yeah, I’ll try to get your stuff from the other place or we might have to…”
She then took her wet finger and slid it slowly up to her clit and she began to circle it slowly. Her eyes hooded and her lips parted on a sigh and I really didn’t give a fuck what Orton was saying. I opened the door and tossed the phone at the waiting agent, then slammed it in his face, before taking my knees in front of the bed and licking my woman until she begged me to stop. And this time when I entered her, it wasn’t brutal or hurried, but intensely tender.
Law and Order Crime and Chaos
Follow the saga from the beginning... Always Cambridge
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I've decided to continue on from the excerpt I shared last week (Adrenaline Induced, if you missed it or need a reminder, click on the orange link), from the fourth book in the Always Cambridge Series Law and Order : Crime and Chaos, again from both POVs. This is a mob series as well as romantic suspense. Holly Cambridge and her bodyguard and lover, Randy Phillips, have just survived an ambush and shootout with a rival crime family. This snip from the morning after an intense adrenaline induced (brutal fucking) the night before.
I woke up in the morning, and everything I owned ached. I felt like I’d been hit by a truck. Oh, wait. We had. And shot at. And my next thought was, did Wayne make it through the night?
I rolled over. Randy was there, and to my surprise my achy body came alive at the naked sight of him. I snaked my leg over him, making sure to cover his limp cock with my thigh. I should make it up to him for waking him to another one of my nightmares.
“Mmmph,” he grunted, as his large hand covered my ass cheek, pulling me more tightly against him. I felt him twinge under my leg.
“You can’t possibly want to have sex again, Holly,” he said, not opening his eyes.
“No, I want to make love. I’m awfully sore, Randy, but I still want you.” I kissed his chest.
He cracked an eye. “I’m sorry if I hurt you.”
“You didn’t do anything I didn’t want you to do. And you did it sooo well,” I said, rolling on top of him.
“Mmm,” he groaned again and he lifted his hips against me letting me feel his burgeoning erection.
“I think I owe you for waking you.” I started to slide my body down his.
“I’m guessing you don’t mean you’re going to give me a few more minutes sleep.”
I paused and looked up at him, my mouth poised right above the smooth bulbous head of his cock. I exhaled, making sure my warm breath touched him. He jerked.
I licked the tip and then kissed him softly. “If you want to sleep, I will leave you alone.”
He growled and grabbed either side of my head. “Don’t you dare!”
I licked my lips and smiled, taking him deep into my mouth.
He rocked his hips. “Ohhh, Holly!”
I really threw myself into it. He was moaning and fucking my mouth in no time, when there was a sharp knock on our door. I hesitated, but only for a second, before taking him so deep he bumped the back of my throat. His chest rumbled with appreciation.
“Fuck off!” Randy yelled to whomever was at the door.
“Detective Phillips, Agent Orton would like to speak to either you or Ms. Cambridge on the phone. Please.”
“Orton has some fucking timing!” Randy cursed.
I kept stroking him with my mouth and Randy made no attempt to move.
“Ms. Cambridge?”
“Give us a minute,” I yelled, before resuming my pleasurable task.
“I have the cell phone right here.” He continued to call to us through the door.
Randy sighed and patted my head. I pouted but released him. Randy strode to the door purposefully, his powerful naked body poetry in motion. For a second, I wondered if in his anger he might just pull the door open, no matter his nakedness. He opened the door a fraction and the cell phone appeared with a hand attached.
Randy took the cell and pushed the door closed, his back to it.
* * * *“This better be good, Orton!”
“Excuse me for interrupting your beauty sleep, bodyguard.”
“My beauty sleep is not what you were interrupting!”
“Oh well, I…I…you got things worked out, did you?”
“Spit it out!” I snapped.
Holly was approaching me, stalking me, actually. I didn’t know how I was going to concentrate on what he was saying if she took me into her mouth again. She pushed me against the door and got down on her knees.
I slammed my head against the door, stifling a groan.
“The judge has postponed court for today, while we try to figure out who is behind the ambush yesterday.”
“I’ll give you two guesses, g-man,” I gritted out. “It shouldn’t take a whole team of you stiffs to figure it out.”
“Well, yeah, but we need to prove it. I’ll be over when I can.”
“Yeah, who cares! I’m busy here.”
“How’s Wayne?” Holly asked looking up at me while still stroking me with her hand.
“How’s Wayne?”
“He’s bad. But he made it through the night. The surgeon said this was the first hurdle. The next seventy-two hours will tell. He lost a lot of blood and his leg is mangled. They might still have to take it. Regardless, if he lives, he’ll spend the rest of his career on a desk.”
I repeated this to her.
“There are worse things,” I said to Alex. “See you when you get here.”
“We need clothes.” Holly reminded me.
Holding the phone just a little away from my mouth, I said to her, “Are you sure? Cause, I’m kinda enjoyin’ this Adam and Eve thing we got goin’ on here.” I looked down at the beautiful naked woman expertly licking the end of my dick. She hummed agreement, sending another jolt of vibrating sensation through me.
“We need clothes, g-man.”
Holly stood and started to back away from me. I wanted to cry from her abandonment.
She moved to the bed and piled all the pillows in the centre. She sat her sweet little ass down and reclined back against the mountain. She opened her legs and gave me a come here sign with her finger. I tried to listen to Alex.
“Clothes?” Alex asked.
“Yeah, ours are covered in blood.”
“Oh, I haven’t spoken to the other agents, I don’t know if the safe house’s cover was compromised…”
When I made no move towards Holly, she pointed that come here finger to her glistening pussy. I took a step, then heard the agent outside the door waiting for me to return the cell phone. But fuck, I wanted to get where she was pointing.
Alex continued, “I’ll have to get back to you on that. I guess it’s a good thing we didn’t have to go to court first thing…”
She took her slender finger and circled it around her opening, pushing it softly inwards. I watched her finger disappear into the soft liquid heat.
I couldn’t help but groan. I tried to cover it with a cough.
“Yeah, I’ll try to get your stuff from the other place or we might have to…”
She then took her wet finger and slid it slowly up to her clit and she began to circle it slowly. Her eyes hooded and her lips parted on a sigh and I really didn’t give a fuck what Orton was saying. I opened the door and tossed the phone at the waiting agent, then slammed it in his face, before taking my knees in front of the bed and licking my woman until she begged me to stop. And this time when I entered her, it wasn’t brutal or hurried, but intensely tender.
Law and Order Crime and Chaos
Follow the saga from the beginning... Always CambridgeI hope you enjoyed this week's excerpt. Don't forget to visit all the other M-M authors and bloggers from the master list over at Masturbation Monday Central.
Happy M-Monday, All
