The Serial Novel Continues….the Plot Heats Way Up!
Welcome back to the Liz Crowe serialized novel project: Wrong Place. Wrong Time.
Catch up here:
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
and now…..a new chapter…..NSFW…..or maybe "perfect" for work.
Alexa had been staring so long and hard at the unbelievable facts in front of her face her face burned and her head pounded. She rubbed her eyes and blinked, trying to wipe the images out of them. But even after she closed her eyes and re-opened them, the horrifying information remained, if a little shimmery in the now completely dark room. Her skin prickled as she leaned in closer, forcing herself to absorb its utter unbelievability.
"Hey," a voice said so near her ear she jumped, yelped and knocked the lukewarm coffee cup to the floor of the computer room.
"God damn…" she muttered, staring at the ugly brown stain spreading across the cream colored skirt she'd put on--when? Hours? Days ago? She had lost track of time, completely.
She smelled him then--Lucas' distinct outdoorsy scent filled her head, making her sway in her chair. His hand dropped onto her shoulder. He stood so close she could turn and be eye-to-crotch with the man…the young man…her assistant. She gulped and pointed with a shaking finger to the computer screen.
"Uh, what do you make of that?"
He crouched over, placing both hands on the table. She tried so hard not to stare at the way his arms were displayed by the rolled up sleeves of his dress shirt. But it made her dizzy all over again. She had no business…none…at all….
"Holy shit, Alexa," he whispered, looking over at her, his eyes full of dismay. "Is that…I mean…" He glanced up, reminding her that there was a giant one-way piece of glass to her left. She had forgotten to obsess over that and the fact that Jay was likely on the other side of it, watching her right now.
"Yeah," she said, keeping her face turned to him. "Don't let on you see it. He's out there, right?"
Lucas nodded, rearranged his face into neutral lines and jerked his chin ever so slightly towards the glass. "I passed right by him. So…" He smiled then, a wicked grin that set off a flame in her chest. She put a hand to her face, cursing her barely disguised desire that he do exactly what he'd come in here to do. He turned, slowly, crouching down in front of her, keeping his gaze pinned to hers. She stared, frozen in her seat, mesmerized by the rough look of his jawline, of his cheekbones, his shoulders and those arms.
He tugged the seat closer, put his hands on her shaking knees and parted them, slipping between them, keeping that grin. He spoke with his teeth clenched.
"Relax. Make it look real or something. You have a pretty terrified expression on your face right now…" He kept smiling as he leaned in, letting his warm hands slid up her bare arms. She gulped, blinked, and generally felt like a prom night virgin seduced by the football team man whore. She shivered all over. "Alexa," he said, his lips near her ear, his torso hovering over her. "Calm down. Jay is watching…we have to--"
His voice flipped a switch in her that she fought for about a nanosecond. She leaned up, met him halfway and slanted her lips over his, cutting him off mid-sentence. The surprised noise he made slid down an octave into his chest, which blew oxygen onto the lusty embers that his presence had sparked. He plunged his hands into her hair and she slid forward in the chair so she could feel him, every inch of him, against her.
They were like a couple of teenagers, fumbling with clothes, tongues tangled and teeth clashing as they got to their feet together and Lucas turned her so she was propped against the work table. He had one hand still threaded in her hair, the other up her skirt, tugging at her panties. She gasped into his mouth, reached down to unzip him. Her brain was fuzzed over, the room was gone, all that existed was Lucas. And her lust which was screaming in her ears, deafening her, making her say things that shocked her.
"Oh dear god Lucas, I need…you. I need…oh…" she sighed as he teased her with that hand against her sex and ripped at her blouse with the other, yanking aside her bra and leaning in to suck her nipple into his mouth. She tilted her hips, giving him everything she had, no longer caring why they were doing this…this….thing in the middle of the huge room full of computer servers.
He looked up from her breasts, his face red, his breathing ragged, his eyes full of something she refused to accept. It confused her, sent her conflicting messages. She needed him inside her, nothing more. She needed it so badly her emptiness was painful. He kept his fingers moving, rubbing fast, making her gasp and grab his arm and lean back as the orgasm rolled through her, darkening her vision.
"Jesus, Alexa," Lucas said, his voice low and raspy. "That was…shit," he muttered, looking down at her hand on his now-exposed cock, then back up at her, his eyes full of raw lust. "I need to be inside you now," he said, low and sexy and perfect. "Turn around."
She slid forward, put her hand to the back of his now sweaty neck and yanked him close, covering his lips with hers, revealing in him as he gripped her ass, pressed his erection against her. He broke away, tugging her skirt up and turning her. She could smell him, taste him still. He slid into her, inch by glorious inch while she propped her hands on the work table right in front of the computer screen, his fingers digging into her hips. She groaned and arched her back, the sensation of finally having the connection with him almost--but not quite--forcing the fact that her company, Tate Lincoln, had been spying on Americans for the NSA for the last decade from the front of her mind. And that she had just discovered the deeply embedded links the revealed that very fact. The info was on the screen now, illuminating them as they put on a show for the man watching on the other side of the glass.
to…be…continued…..soon….
p.s. Floor Time, book one of the top selling STEWART REALTY SERIES is in the top 10 of the free Kindle store right now! Get your copy! See what all the fuss is about!
Catch up here:
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
and now…..a new chapter…..NSFW…..or maybe "perfect" for work.
Alexa had been staring so long and hard at the unbelievable facts in front of her face her face burned and her head pounded. She rubbed her eyes and blinked, trying to wipe the images out of them. But even after she closed her eyes and re-opened them, the horrifying information remained, if a little shimmery in the now completely dark room. Her skin prickled as she leaned in closer, forcing herself to absorb its utter unbelievability.
"Hey," a voice said so near her ear she jumped, yelped and knocked the lukewarm coffee cup to the floor of the computer room.
"God damn…" she muttered, staring at the ugly brown stain spreading across the cream colored skirt she'd put on--when? Hours? Days ago? She had lost track of time, completely.
She smelled him then--Lucas' distinct outdoorsy scent filled her head, making her sway in her chair. His hand dropped onto her shoulder. He stood so close she could turn and be eye-to-crotch with the man…the young man…her assistant. She gulped and pointed with a shaking finger to the computer screen.
"Uh, what do you make of that?"
He crouched over, placing both hands on the table. She tried so hard not to stare at the way his arms were displayed by the rolled up sleeves of his dress shirt. But it made her dizzy all over again. She had no business…none…at all….
"Holy shit, Alexa," he whispered, looking over at her, his eyes full of dismay. "Is that…I mean…" He glanced up, reminding her that there was a giant one-way piece of glass to her left. She had forgotten to obsess over that and the fact that Jay was likely on the other side of it, watching her right now.
"Yeah," she said, keeping her face turned to him. "Don't let on you see it. He's out there, right?"
Lucas nodded, rearranged his face into neutral lines and jerked his chin ever so slightly towards the glass. "I passed right by him. So…" He smiled then, a wicked grin that set off a flame in her chest. She put a hand to her face, cursing her barely disguised desire that he do exactly what he'd come in here to do. He turned, slowly, crouching down in front of her, keeping his gaze pinned to hers. She stared, frozen in her seat, mesmerized by the rough look of his jawline, of his cheekbones, his shoulders and those arms.
He tugged the seat closer, put his hands on her shaking knees and parted them, slipping between them, keeping that grin. He spoke with his teeth clenched.
"Relax. Make it look real or something. You have a pretty terrified expression on your face right now…" He kept smiling as he leaned in, letting his warm hands slid up her bare arms. She gulped, blinked, and generally felt like a prom night virgin seduced by the football team man whore. She shivered all over. "Alexa," he said, his lips near her ear, his torso hovering over her. "Calm down. Jay is watching…we have to--"
His voice flipped a switch in her that she fought for about a nanosecond. She leaned up, met him halfway and slanted her lips over his, cutting him off mid-sentence. The surprised noise he made slid down an octave into his chest, which blew oxygen onto the lusty embers that his presence had sparked. He plunged his hands into her hair and she slid forward in the chair so she could feel him, every inch of him, against her.
They were like a couple of teenagers, fumbling with clothes, tongues tangled and teeth clashing as they got to their feet together and Lucas turned her so she was propped against the work table. He had one hand still threaded in her hair, the other up her skirt, tugging at her panties. She gasped into his mouth, reached down to unzip him. Her brain was fuzzed over, the room was gone, all that existed was Lucas. And her lust which was screaming in her ears, deafening her, making her say things that shocked her.
"Oh dear god Lucas, I need…you. I need…oh…" she sighed as he teased her with that hand against her sex and ripped at her blouse with the other, yanking aside her bra and leaning in to suck her nipple into his mouth. She tilted her hips, giving him everything she had, no longer caring why they were doing this…this….thing in the middle of the huge room full of computer servers.
He looked up from her breasts, his face red, his breathing ragged, his eyes full of something she refused to accept. It confused her, sent her conflicting messages. She needed him inside her, nothing more. She needed it so badly her emptiness was painful. He kept his fingers moving, rubbing fast, making her gasp and grab his arm and lean back as the orgasm rolled through her, darkening her vision.
"Jesus, Alexa," Lucas said, his voice low and raspy. "That was…shit," he muttered, looking down at her hand on his now-exposed cock, then back up at her, his eyes full of raw lust. "I need to be inside you now," he said, low and sexy and perfect. "Turn around."
She slid forward, put her hand to the back of his now sweaty neck and yanked him close, covering his lips with hers, revealing in him as he gripped her ass, pressed his erection against her. He broke away, tugging her skirt up and turning her. She could smell him, taste him still. He slid into her, inch by glorious inch while she propped her hands on the work table right in front of the computer screen, his fingers digging into her hips. She groaned and arched her back, the sensation of finally having the connection with him almost--but not quite--forcing the fact that her company, Tate Lincoln, had been spying on Americans for the NSA for the last decade from the front of her mind. And that she had just discovered the deeply embedded links the revealed that very fact. The info was on the screen now, illuminating them as they put on a show for the man watching on the other side of the glass.
to…be…continued…..soon….
p.s. Floor Time, book one of the top selling STEWART REALTY SERIES is in the top 10 of the free Kindle store right now! Get your copy! See what all the fuss is about!
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