Wrong Place. Wrong Time. The Serial Continues. The Plot…thickens.
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Welcome back to the Liz Crowe Serialized Novel Project:
Wrong Place. Wrong Time
Catch up with the links below….
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Now….let's see what these 2 are up to now, shall we?
CHAPTER SIX
Alex woke with a start, sitting straight up in bed, sheet clutched to her neck as the nightmare faded, slowly, smoky tendrils of it wafting around in her brain long enough for her to remember it and have to bite her lip to keep from screaming. "Kristin," she whispered, wiping the sweat that beaded her upper lip. "Jesus." She flopped back onto a pile of pillows, heart slowing some, but still so loud in her ears it deafened her. Covering her eyes with one arm, she groped the side table for her phone on autopilot.
"No, remember, we said 'no devices.'" The low voice startled her. She sat again, staring around and realizing this was not her bedroom. It was Jay's. Oh shit. Right. She'd had to carry on the charade after the quick and dirty in the conference room. His eyes were narrowed at her a little too much once he regained his composure, zipped up and realized his phone was not where it was supposed to be.
Forcing herself to smile at the bastard…the very handsome, very fit, very naked and aroused bastard…she feigned a scream when he yanked the sheet off her equally naked body. Of course, his phone had been on the floor, where Lucas had shoved it under the door of the conference room so it had been a non-issue, more or less. But she knew Jay's body language, the way his shoulders stiffened and frown line deepened as he looked around for the damn thing. The distinct sensation of "he knows I know" had nearly made her pass out at that moment. So she'd ad-libbed like mad, and insisted they come back here, to his place, where she very rarely ever slept over.
The nightmare disappeared in a whirl of flesh, lips, fake moaning and a very real burst of orgasmic energy at the end, thanks to a fantasy of Lucas doing to her what Jay was doing. Once they were spent, she got up and ducked under a strong, nearly scalding hot shower, her hands propped on the expensive tile wall, trying to get her head around what in the hell she could possibly do to get away from him today. It was Saturday, the day they would usually go out to an expensive dinner. But if she had to be around the lying asshole another minute she would scream.
She had it again then--the flash image of her daughter, held hostage by some unseen entity. Her huge blue eyes had been full of tears. A dirty rag covered her mouth. Until someone yanked it off and she'd stared right at Alexa, begging her…please…for…what? God damn it. She grabbed Jay's shampoo and tried to force the whole thing away, to wash it off in a vigorous scrub. By the time she'd finished, and stood wrapped in a huge, soft, towel, Jay appeared in the doorway, dressed in work trousers, a crisp blue shirt, open at the neck. He was frowning at her, fastening his bulky expensive watch.
She pretended to look unhappy that he was apparently leaving her in favor of a Saturday at the office. Her body felt raw, exposed and sore and her nerves were jangling so loud she was surprised he couldn't hear them too. She needed to talk to Lucas, to see him, be soothed by him.
No. He's not yours either. He's just trying to help you sort out this fucking mess Jay is drawing you into.
"Ok you sex fiend you," Jay's face had relaxed into a smile by the time she focused on him again. "I need to take a few meetings with the team in the Emirates. At the office." His voice sounded a little tight, forced. She batted her eyes at him, as her brain registered that the Emirates meeting was not on her calendar until Monday. Ok. So, he's trying to escape you. Probably needs to transfer more company money into your bank account, remember? "I guess it's probably too much of a good thing to expect you to be here, just like this, when I get back?" He trailed a finger across her damp shoulder, pressed his lips to her neck, making her shiver.
"Yes. It is. I have a ton of stuff to do too, but I'll work from my home office." She assured him, letting him kiss her and having a fleeting moment of "what if." They guy was a class-A lover, rich, powerful. Why did she reject him anyway? Oh. Right. He's a serial cheater. Once he has you, he'll be off stalking his next prey, remember? "See you…around." She molded herself to him then stepped away, winking, as she walked out into his bedroom to locate her clothes.
*****
"Lucas? Baby?"
Ebru's voice was soft, silky, just like her pussy. Lucas groaned and rolled over, pulling the pillow over his head. He was such a shit head. He should never have let her stay. She was getting pretty territorial about him, he could tell. Stopping by his desk a lot during the day, lingering, letting herself touch him. This whole set up thing he had concocted with Alexa was going to put a real dent in Ebru's efforts to mark him as hers.
"Mmmm…." she said, cradling him from behind, letting her hands roam up and down his bare torso, linger at his hardening nipples, then reaching low and stroking his half-hearted morning wood to full attention. He kept his back to her, hating himself, but letting her tease and tug at him until he was about to blow. Then he rolled fast, pinned her arms up over her head and plowed into her hard. She cried out, wrapped her legs around him and let him do what he wanted. He came, his brain a muddle of lust addled guilt--he was not the sort of guy to take and not give. And frankly, he pictured Alexa beneath him the whole time, taking him and yelling his name.
He fell down beside her, pulled her into his arms. "Sorry," he muttered into her lavender-scented hair. "That was pretty selfish of me."
She snuggled in close, which made him want to smack her. She should not take that sort of bullshit from him. "It's okay baby." Running her hand up and down his arm she finally tilted her face up to his. She was a knock-out by any man's standards. And nearly as insatiable as he was. A nice match. What was his problem? "I like it hard sometimes. I like knowing you need me so badly you…just take me."
He nodded, suddenly needing a lot of distance from her. After kissing her lightly, he disentangled and hit the shower, willing her to take the hint and scram. "I need to head in for a few hours," she called out. "Got to get ready for the Prague presentation."
Lucas sighed in relief but he pretended to look sad when she opened the shower door and leaned in for a good bye kiss. "Prague?" he asked, feigning half interest. Then his brain clicked in, shaking off the post orgasm cobwebs. "That's not for a couple of months. What's got to be done this early?"
"Oh," she waved a hand then turned to his sink and swished her mouth out with some mouthwash. He turned off the water and grabbed a towel, admiring the lovely heart shape of her ass. "You know, the usual grunt research for the power point gods." A vague answer, to match the vague look in her eyes he caught over her shoulder in the mirror.
"Oh. Okay. Well, I'm gonna head to the gym I think. My boss is working from home today so I get to play like it's a real Saturday for a change."
Ebru turned and shot him a pointed, very odd look. Lucas' skin prickled in alarm. "Think they'll do it?" she asked, as she pulled on some slim black jeans and fastened her barely-there bra. Lucas cast around for what she possibly be talking about. "You know. Your boss lady and the big man?"
"Uh, not sure what you…" He used the excuse of drying his hair and face to break eye contact with her.
"You know…will she be the next Mrs. Jay Boss Man?"
Lucas grunted in surprise at the feel of Ebru's hand on his flaccid dick. It sort of hurt. "Hey, watch it. Don't damage your toys like that." But something about it felt…good.
She stood close, their lips nearly touching. Her silk covered breasts grazed his bare chest. The first feeling Lucas had was the opposite of turned on. "Just remember something, baby." Her accent deepened as her lips and teeth trailed down his neck. He stood, frozen, his cock still her her tight grip and, damn the thing, staring to respond. He stood still, trying not to shiver. "Alexa is out of your league." She bit then, hard, right where his neck joined his shoulder. He now had a full on raging erection. He gulped. "I know how you like it Lucas. She never will." She lapped at the bite mark, then kissed him, shoving her tongue into his mouth and giving his hard on a few strokes before stepping away, winking and walking into the bedroom.
The tattoo he liked to lick when they were doggie style--the image of a snake that trailed across her upper back--was sinister. A sudden image hit him--Ebru with a whip, in high heels, using her teeth on him. Jesus man. Since when are you into that shit? His body jangled with need though, in a direct contraction to his brain.
Lucas watched her go, still gripping the towel, his head clanging with warning signals, and his dick ready for action. Oh boy. For the first time in a while, he thought he just might be in over his head. He heard her click her way down the hall, open the door, shut it. The he lunged for his phone, needing to talk to Alexa and reassure himself she was okay. But really, just to hear her voice and force the terrifying images of him begging to be topped by the lovely Ebru out of his mind. That was one distraction he definitely did not need.
to … be…continued…..
Welcome back to the Liz Crowe Serialized Novel Project:
Wrong Place. Wrong Time
Catch up with the links below….
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Now….let's see what these 2 are up to now, shall we?
CHAPTER SIX
Alex woke with a start, sitting straight up in bed, sheet clutched to her neck as the nightmare faded, slowly, smoky tendrils of it wafting around in her brain long enough for her to remember it and have to bite her lip to keep from screaming. "Kristin," she whispered, wiping the sweat that beaded her upper lip. "Jesus." She flopped back onto a pile of pillows, heart slowing some, but still so loud in her ears it deafened her. Covering her eyes with one arm, she groped the side table for her phone on autopilot.
"No, remember, we said 'no devices.'" The low voice startled her. She sat again, staring around and realizing this was not her bedroom. It was Jay's. Oh shit. Right. She'd had to carry on the charade after the quick and dirty in the conference room. His eyes were narrowed at her a little too much once he regained his composure, zipped up and realized his phone was not where it was supposed to be.
Forcing herself to smile at the bastard…the very handsome, very fit, very naked and aroused bastard…she feigned a scream when he yanked the sheet off her equally naked body. Of course, his phone had been on the floor, where Lucas had shoved it under the door of the conference room so it had been a non-issue, more or less. But she knew Jay's body language, the way his shoulders stiffened and frown line deepened as he looked around for the damn thing. The distinct sensation of "he knows I know" had nearly made her pass out at that moment. So she'd ad-libbed like mad, and insisted they come back here, to his place, where she very rarely ever slept over.
The nightmare disappeared in a whirl of flesh, lips, fake moaning and a very real burst of orgasmic energy at the end, thanks to a fantasy of Lucas doing to her what Jay was doing. Once they were spent, she got up and ducked under a strong, nearly scalding hot shower, her hands propped on the expensive tile wall, trying to get her head around what in the hell she could possibly do to get away from him today. It was Saturday, the day they would usually go out to an expensive dinner. But if she had to be around the lying asshole another minute she would scream.
She had it again then--the flash image of her daughter, held hostage by some unseen entity. Her huge blue eyes had been full of tears. A dirty rag covered her mouth. Until someone yanked it off and she'd stared right at Alexa, begging her…please…for…what? God damn it. She grabbed Jay's shampoo and tried to force the whole thing away, to wash it off in a vigorous scrub. By the time she'd finished, and stood wrapped in a huge, soft, towel, Jay appeared in the doorway, dressed in work trousers, a crisp blue shirt, open at the neck. He was frowning at her, fastening his bulky expensive watch.
She pretended to look unhappy that he was apparently leaving her in favor of a Saturday at the office. Her body felt raw, exposed and sore and her nerves were jangling so loud she was surprised he couldn't hear them too. She needed to talk to Lucas, to see him, be soothed by him.
No. He's not yours either. He's just trying to help you sort out this fucking mess Jay is drawing you into.
"Ok you sex fiend you," Jay's face had relaxed into a smile by the time she focused on him again. "I need to take a few meetings with the team in the Emirates. At the office." His voice sounded a little tight, forced. She batted her eyes at him, as her brain registered that the Emirates meeting was not on her calendar until Monday. Ok. So, he's trying to escape you. Probably needs to transfer more company money into your bank account, remember? "I guess it's probably too much of a good thing to expect you to be here, just like this, when I get back?" He trailed a finger across her damp shoulder, pressed his lips to her neck, making her shiver.
"Yes. It is. I have a ton of stuff to do too, but I'll work from my home office." She assured him, letting him kiss her and having a fleeting moment of "what if." They guy was a class-A lover, rich, powerful. Why did she reject him anyway? Oh. Right. He's a serial cheater. Once he has you, he'll be off stalking his next prey, remember? "See you…around." She molded herself to him then stepped away, winking, as she walked out into his bedroom to locate her clothes.
*****
"Lucas? Baby?"
Ebru's voice was soft, silky, just like her pussy. Lucas groaned and rolled over, pulling the pillow over his head. He was such a shit head. He should never have let her stay. She was getting pretty territorial about him, he could tell. Stopping by his desk a lot during the day, lingering, letting herself touch him. This whole set up thing he had concocted with Alexa was going to put a real dent in Ebru's efforts to mark him as hers.
"Mmmm…." she said, cradling him from behind, letting her hands roam up and down his bare torso, linger at his hardening nipples, then reaching low and stroking his half-hearted morning wood to full attention. He kept his back to her, hating himself, but letting her tease and tug at him until he was about to blow. Then he rolled fast, pinned her arms up over her head and plowed into her hard. She cried out, wrapped her legs around him and let him do what he wanted. He came, his brain a muddle of lust addled guilt--he was not the sort of guy to take and not give. And frankly, he pictured Alexa beneath him the whole time, taking him and yelling his name.
He fell down beside her, pulled her into his arms. "Sorry," he muttered into her lavender-scented hair. "That was pretty selfish of me."
She snuggled in close, which made him want to smack her. She should not take that sort of bullshit from him. "It's okay baby." Running her hand up and down his arm she finally tilted her face up to his. She was a knock-out by any man's standards. And nearly as insatiable as he was. A nice match. What was his problem? "I like it hard sometimes. I like knowing you need me so badly you…just take me."
He nodded, suddenly needing a lot of distance from her. After kissing her lightly, he disentangled and hit the shower, willing her to take the hint and scram. "I need to head in for a few hours," she called out. "Got to get ready for the Prague presentation."
Lucas sighed in relief but he pretended to look sad when she opened the shower door and leaned in for a good bye kiss. "Prague?" he asked, feigning half interest. Then his brain clicked in, shaking off the post orgasm cobwebs. "That's not for a couple of months. What's got to be done this early?"
"Oh," she waved a hand then turned to his sink and swished her mouth out with some mouthwash. He turned off the water and grabbed a towel, admiring the lovely heart shape of her ass. "You know, the usual grunt research for the power point gods." A vague answer, to match the vague look in her eyes he caught over her shoulder in the mirror.
"Oh. Okay. Well, I'm gonna head to the gym I think. My boss is working from home today so I get to play like it's a real Saturday for a change."
Ebru turned and shot him a pointed, very odd look. Lucas' skin prickled in alarm. "Think they'll do it?" she asked, as she pulled on some slim black jeans and fastened her barely-there bra. Lucas cast around for what she possibly be talking about. "You know. Your boss lady and the big man?"
"Uh, not sure what you…" He used the excuse of drying his hair and face to break eye contact with her.
"You know…will she be the next Mrs. Jay Boss Man?"
Lucas grunted in surprise at the feel of Ebru's hand on his flaccid dick. It sort of hurt. "Hey, watch it. Don't damage your toys like that." But something about it felt…good.
She stood close, their lips nearly touching. Her silk covered breasts grazed his bare chest. The first feeling Lucas had was the opposite of turned on. "Just remember something, baby." Her accent deepened as her lips and teeth trailed down his neck. He stood, frozen, his cock still her her tight grip and, damn the thing, staring to respond. He stood still, trying not to shiver. "Alexa is out of your league." She bit then, hard, right where his neck joined his shoulder. He now had a full on raging erection. He gulped. "I know how you like it Lucas. She never will." She lapped at the bite mark, then kissed him, shoving her tongue into his mouth and giving his hard on a few strokes before stepping away, winking and walking into the bedroom.
The tattoo he liked to lick when they were doggie style--the image of a snake that trailed across her upper back--was sinister. A sudden image hit him--Ebru with a whip, in high heels, using her teeth on him. Jesus man. Since when are you into that shit? His body jangled with need though, in a direct contraction to his brain.
Lucas watched her go, still gripping the towel, his head clanging with warning signals, and his dick ready for action. Oh boy. For the first time in a while, he thought he just might be in over his head. He heard her click her way down the hall, open the door, shut it. The he lunged for his phone, needing to talk to Alexa and reassure himself she was okay. But really, just to hear her voice and force the terrifying images of him begging to be topped by the lovely Ebru out of his mind. That was one distraction he definitely did not need.
to … be…continued…..
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