You Don't Know JACK!
Welcome Liz fans, followers, creepers, stalkers and others to the Official You don't Know JACK--Quotable Jack Gordon Contest!
That's right...time to pull out those Realtor Books (Floor Time, Sweat Equity, Closing Costs) and find your favorite quote about My Favorite Uber-Alpha, Mr. Gordon. The quote can be from his lips (yum) or ABOUT him by someone else.
PRIZES AT STAKE! First prize chosen by a neutral third party: $25 Amazon gift card!
2nd & 3rd Prize: A "Property of Jack Gordon" tee from Zazzle!
4th prize: A Stewart Realty Coffee mug!
C'mon people, let's show all those (ahem) Mr. Grey fans what OUR BOY has to offer...
to celebrate and reward you I present a never before seen missing chapter from Closing Costs.
Jack's hand shook as he pressed the elevator's up button. Evan patted his back. Julie slipped an arm around his waist.
"You need this," she whispered. He nodded. He did, but he could think of nearly a thousand other places he'd rather be right now than here, headed up to the top floor of a seemingly decrepit Detroit building to The Suite, the super-exclusive BDSM club he and Evan used to frequent as bachelors together. Now it represented everything about his colossal relationship failure with Sara, and the small family they could be enjoying, but for her stubbornness and his own inability to communicate. He sighed, kissed Julie's hair and stood straighter, summoning a reserve down deep, reminding himself that this--this place--was "fun."
The doors slid open, revealing the impressive, understated yet classy lobby and one Kyle Summerlin, owner and old friend. His huge, nearly six foot eight inch frame sucked up all the energy in the space even with such giant personalities as Jack's and Evan's to crowd it. His dark skinned face split into a huge grin at the sight of his friends. "About fucking time," he clapped Jack on the shoulder and shook Evan's hand, then pulled Julie into a hug, kissing her on the lips. "Jesus, I was starting to think I stunk or something."
Jack shot him what he knew was a weak grin. "I don't know man, you know, busy." He ran a hand through his hair, a get-me-the-fuck-out-of-here feeling nearly bowling him over.
Kyle laughed and draped a long arm over Jack's shoulders. "Well," he half-whispered, his odd Brit-tinged accent at odds with his dark skin and the tight, reddish curls on his head. "I have a real treat for you my old friend."
"That right," Jack glanced around, seeking escape, Sara's face seared into his corneas.
"Yeah," he guided the threesome into the anteroom where Evan and Julie slipped away into their private chamber, leaving Jack standing there with Kyle, his every nerve ending exposed and twitching. "My friend Shannon is here tonight. Remember I told you about her? She used to work in the marketing department for the Jets?" Jack nodded, barely hearing him. Kyle had been a superstar tight end for that NFL team after a stellar turn as receiver for Michigan. "Well, turns out she is an utter freak, my man. Just like you like 'em." He ducked down to match Jack's gaze. "Listen," he put a huge hand on Jack's shoulder. "I realize what you are going through. But you know I am a huge proponent of letting the freak flag fly, blowing off steam, getting your head straight." Jack nodded, felt his skin warm at the thought of this woman he had yet to lay eyes on. "So, let's go. You know the drill. She has to choose. Work your magic."
The dimly lit room was familiar to him, comforting in a strange way. He watched the six people as they were led in, dressed in varying stages of sexy, all blindfolded. Boredom played at the edges of his consciousness. Until the last person entered. He sat up, his skin prickling at the sight of the tall woman in sky-high black pumps, a strict looking leather corset attached to a garter and stockings and nothing else but her blindfold. He licked his lips at the sight of the dark brown curls tumbling down her back. Evan slid into a seat next to him. Julie was up there too, but that was all part of their own game.
"Nice one," Evan nodded towards the goddess in leather.
"Yeah. The night is looking up." His heart still ached at the thought of the woman he loved, angry, rebuffing him no matter what he did. But damn him if he did not need to get laid, like now. The familiar twinges of need--to dominate, to control--rose to a near deafening level between his ears. Her minder forced her to her knees and Jack's cock hardened so fast he had to grip the chair arms to keep from falling out of it. "Yeah," he muttered. Evan smiled and rose to his feet.
Jack joined him, wandered down to where the submissives waited for them, waited to choose. Jack stood in front of one, then another, then finally in front of her. She gasped, and he smiled, motioned for her minder to help her to her feet. Up close she was even more feminine perfection, all curves and softness, her lips red and moist, her breasts pushed up by the corset, her sex a subtle slit, promising a lot, yet showing little.
He slid his hand up her long neck, threaded fingers in her thick dark hair, took a long breath of her. Her skin pebbled, which pleased him. His inner dom rose to the surface, a pure spike of physical need pierced his soul. "I'm feeling a bit rough," He whispered in her ear, tugging her hair so her face was forced up to his. "Around the edges tonight." He tasted her lips with his tongue, repressing a shiver of lust at the spicy scent of female need that emenated from her pores.
He leaned in to kiss her. But she spoke first. "Good." She whispered, her voice throaty and utterly erotic. "I can't get off otherwise."
He smiled, let thoughts of Sara drift away for the moment, the here-and-now of this woman suffusing all his senses. He kissed her then, tasted the delicious bite of sexy, forbidden woman once more. Then he gripped her arm, nodded towards the minder. "Well, I'm glad we found each other."
They barely made it back to his usual room, bumping against the walls to kiss in a tongue-tangling exchange of sexy energy. She proved to be all that she promised, needing hard commands, and even harder fucking to climax. A challenge--and one Jack was happy to rise to, especially today.
Later, his body finally relaxed and sated for the first time in months, he lay back on the silky duvet, the woman draped across his naked torso, her hands trailing up and down his chest. He took a breath, reliving the last hour or so of ropes, handcuffs, spanking and release for them both. "I'm Shannon by the way." She flicked his nipple with her tongue. "And that," she sighed and settled in closer. "Was the most amazing fuck I think I have ever had, Jack."
Jack tried to suppress a grin. He kissed her damp hair. "How do you know my name anyway?" He laid back, let the post-orgasm drowsiness take him a moment.
"Who's Sara?" His eyes flew open, and he glanced down at her. Her gaze remained neutral, but curious. "I'm not looking for a relationship here, but I have to ask. You kept calling me that."
He winced. "Sorry." He tried to disentangle, to head to the shower, that get-the-hell-out feeling suffocating him again. She held him tight.
"Oh stop it. It's okay. Let's rest a minute. I needed that. And Kyle said you did too."
Jack sighed and tugged the amazing female back to his chest. "Yeah. I did. Thanks Shannon."
"Sure thing. I mean it was no hardship, trust me." She nipped at his chest, let her hand trail downward. He smiled as his body reacted to her touch. Maybe this was for the best, he mused as she stroked him to full hard once again. Maybe....but his thoughts were drowned by her lips, her body, by Shannon.
All right then peeps....if you have read the whole story you realize that Shannon nearly throws a monkey wrench into Jack and Sara's potential future together. But that's me, keeping my "romance" on the "real" side. And who knows...maybe she will reappear again in a future book, seeking her own HEA/HFN?
Share those Fav. Jack Gordon Quotes here! Money and prizes to be won! And while you are reminding yourself why you loved The Realtors as you pass back through them to find your "Jack moment" tell a friend! "You thought 50 Shades was hot? yeah. Get a load of a of Jack and Sara (ahem: Open House....I say no more)!"
thanks
Liz
Floor Time, The Realtors: Book One is ONLY 99 cents at Amazon and ARe! Hello???!!! What are you waiting for?
Sweat Equity is a JERR GOLD STAR WINNER! (book 2) and has caused more on-line reader arguments since... well, ever.
Closing Costs was voted Sizzling Hot Read of the Month for April on the Sizzling Hot Review site!
That's right...time to pull out those Realtor Books (Floor Time, Sweat Equity, Closing Costs) and find your favorite quote about My Favorite Uber-Alpha, Mr. Gordon. The quote can be from his lips (yum) or ABOUT him by someone else.
PRIZES AT STAKE! First prize chosen by a neutral third party: $25 Amazon gift card!
2nd & 3rd Prize: A "Property of Jack Gordon" tee from Zazzle!
4th prize: A Stewart Realty Coffee mug!
C'mon people, let's show all those (ahem) Mr. Grey fans what OUR BOY has to offer...
to celebrate and reward you I present a never before seen missing chapter from Closing Costs.
Jack's hand shook as he pressed the elevator's up button. Evan patted his back. Julie slipped an arm around his waist.
"You need this," she whispered. He nodded. He did, but he could think of nearly a thousand other places he'd rather be right now than here, headed up to the top floor of a seemingly decrepit Detroit building to The Suite, the super-exclusive BDSM club he and Evan used to frequent as bachelors together. Now it represented everything about his colossal relationship failure with Sara, and the small family they could be enjoying, but for her stubbornness and his own inability to communicate. He sighed, kissed Julie's hair and stood straighter, summoning a reserve down deep, reminding himself that this--this place--was "fun."
The doors slid open, revealing the impressive, understated yet classy lobby and one Kyle Summerlin, owner and old friend. His huge, nearly six foot eight inch frame sucked up all the energy in the space even with such giant personalities as Jack's and Evan's to crowd it. His dark skinned face split into a huge grin at the sight of his friends. "About fucking time," he clapped Jack on the shoulder and shook Evan's hand, then pulled Julie into a hug, kissing her on the lips. "Jesus, I was starting to think I stunk or something."
Jack shot him what he knew was a weak grin. "I don't know man, you know, busy." He ran a hand through his hair, a get-me-the-fuck-out-of-here feeling nearly bowling him over.
Kyle laughed and draped a long arm over Jack's shoulders. "Well," he half-whispered, his odd Brit-tinged accent at odds with his dark skin and the tight, reddish curls on his head. "I have a real treat for you my old friend."
"That right," Jack glanced around, seeking escape, Sara's face seared into his corneas.
"Yeah," he guided the threesome into the anteroom where Evan and Julie slipped away into their private chamber, leaving Jack standing there with Kyle, his every nerve ending exposed and twitching. "My friend Shannon is here tonight. Remember I told you about her? She used to work in the marketing department for the Jets?" Jack nodded, barely hearing him. Kyle had been a superstar tight end for that NFL team after a stellar turn as receiver for Michigan. "Well, turns out she is an utter freak, my man. Just like you like 'em." He ducked down to match Jack's gaze. "Listen," he put a huge hand on Jack's shoulder. "I realize what you are going through. But you know I am a huge proponent of letting the freak flag fly, blowing off steam, getting your head straight." Jack nodded, felt his skin warm at the thought of this woman he had yet to lay eyes on. "So, let's go. You know the drill. She has to choose. Work your magic."
The dimly lit room was familiar to him, comforting in a strange way. He watched the six people as they were led in, dressed in varying stages of sexy, all blindfolded. Boredom played at the edges of his consciousness. Until the last person entered. He sat up, his skin prickling at the sight of the tall woman in sky-high black pumps, a strict looking leather corset attached to a garter and stockings and nothing else but her blindfold. He licked his lips at the sight of the dark brown curls tumbling down her back. Evan slid into a seat next to him. Julie was up there too, but that was all part of their own game.
"Nice one," Evan nodded towards the goddess in leather.
"Yeah. The night is looking up." His heart still ached at the thought of the woman he loved, angry, rebuffing him no matter what he did. But damn him if he did not need to get laid, like now. The familiar twinges of need--to dominate, to control--rose to a near deafening level between his ears. Her minder forced her to her knees and Jack's cock hardened so fast he had to grip the chair arms to keep from falling out of it. "Yeah," he muttered. Evan smiled and rose to his feet.
Jack joined him, wandered down to where the submissives waited for them, waited to choose. Jack stood in front of one, then another, then finally in front of her. She gasped, and he smiled, motioned for her minder to help her to her feet. Up close she was even more feminine perfection, all curves and softness, her lips red and moist, her breasts pushed up by the corset, her sex a subtle slit, promising a lot, yet showing little.
He slid his hand up her long neck, threaded fingers in her thick dark hair, took a long breath of her. Her skin pebbled, which pleased him. His inner dom rose to the surface, a pure spike of physical need pierced his soul. "I'm feeling a bit rough," He whispered in her ear, tugging her hair so her face was forced up to his. "Around the edges tonight." He tasted her lips with his tongue, repressing a shiver of lust at the spicy scent of female need that emenated from her pores.
He leaned in to kiss her. But she spoke first. "Good." She whispered, her voice throaty and utterly erotic. "I can't get off otherwise."
He smiled, let thoughts of Sara drift away for the moment, the here-and-now of this woman suffusing all his senses. He kissed her then, tasted the delicious bite of sexy, forbidden woman once more. Then he gripped her arm, nodded towards the minder. "Well, I'm glad we found each other."
They barely made it back to his usual room, bumping against the walls to kiss in a tongue-tangling exchange of sexy energy. She proved to be all that she promised, needing hard commands, and even harder fucking to climax. A challenge--and one Jack was happy to rise to, especially today.
Later, his body finally relaxed and sated for the first time in months, he lay back on the silky duvet, the woman draped across his naked torso, her hands trailing up and down his chest. He took a breath, reliving the last hour or so of ropes, handcuffs, spanking and release for them both. "I'm Shannon by the way." She flicked his nipple with her tongue. "And that," she sighed and settled in closer. "Was the most amazing fuck I think I have ever had, Jack."
Jack tried to suppress a grin. He kissed her damp hair. "How do you know my name anyway?" He laid back, let the post-orgasm drowsiness take him a moment.
"Who's Sara?" His eyes flew open, and he glanced down at her. Her gaze remained neutral, but curious. "I'm not looking for a relationship here, but I have to ask. You kept calling me that."
He winced. "Sorry." He tried to disentangle, to head to the shower, that get-the-hell-out feeling suffocating him again. She held him tight.
"Oh stop it. It's okay. Let's rest a minute. I needed that. And Kyle said you did too."
Jack sighed and tugged the amazing female back to his chest. "Yeah. I did. Thanks Shannon."
"Sure thing. I mean it was no hardship, trust me." She nipped at his chest, let her hand trail downward. He smiled as his body reacted to her touch. Maybe this was for the best, he mused as she stroked him to full hard once again. Maybe....but his thoughts were drowned by her lips, her body, by Shannon.
All right then peeps....if you have read the whole story you realize that Shannon nearly throws a monkey wrench into Jack and Sara's potential future together. But that's me, keeping my "romance" on the "real" side. And who knows...maybe she will reappear again in a future book, seeking her own HEA/HFN?
Share those Fav. Jack Gordon Quotes here! Money and prizes to be won! And while you are reminding yourself why you loved The Realtors as you pass back through them to find your "Jack moment" tell a friend! "You thought 50 Shades was hot? yeah. Get a load of a of Jack and Sara (ahem: Open House....I say no more)!"
thanks
Liz
Floor Time, The Realtors: Book One is ONLY 99 cents at Amazon and ARe! Hello???!!! What are you waiting for?
Sweat Equity is a JERR GOLD STAR WINNER! (book 2) and has caused more on-line reader arguments since... well, ever.
Closing Costs was voted Sizzling Hot Read of the Month for April on the Sizzling Hot Review site!
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