Teaser Tuesday

Model:  Jase Dean  http://www.facebook.com/teamdean83

Neil Bowler Photography  http://www.neilbowler.com/

"SOLD!"  The auctioneer's voice boomed.

Maddie shook her head.  Had she really just done that?  

"Here you go ma'am.  Just go to the cashier and pay."  A tall blond with enormous boobs handed Maddie a ticket.  For a second, Maddie couldn't take her eyes off the bouncing bosom.  She wasn't into women, but the Pamela Anderson look-alike shocked her into silence.  That, and the fact she had just spent ten-thousand dollars on a stranger.  

"Ma'am?"

God, how she hated being called that.  It was effective though, snapping Maddie out of her daze.

Maddie went to the cashier and filled out the forms, paying for her date with a ten-thousand dollar check. Chanting to herself, she reminded herself that it was for a good cause.  It was for a charity that worked with victims of domestic abuse.

"Would you like to meet with your date now?"  The man behind the desk was older, with a piece of hair that wrapped around his bald head, small round glasses and a pasty face.  Maddie flickered her gaze away from him and tried to focus on the date she bought tonight.  A male model that had volunteered himself for the charity event.

Not just any model though.  Danny Evans.  If she hadn't been a big fan of his already, she probably could've controlled her hand tonight.  Instead, she flipped up the paddle every time someone else placed a bid.  Finally, at eight thousand, she got nervous and shouted "ten.”  

"Ma'am?"

Oh. My. God.  This old guy is calling her ma'am?  What the hell?  She was barely forty.  Why the hell was everyone out to make her feel ancient tonight?

"I will just meet him another night.  Can I arrange that?"

"Absolutely.  Fill out this form."

Maddie took the clipboard and filled out the blanks.  Providing her contact information to Danny would make it easier to call off the date.  She'd done her bit for charity.  He wouldn't have to be subjected to a night out with a woman eleven years his senior.

"Congratulations."

Maddie didn't have to turn around to know who was behind her.  She recognized his deep voice from the numerous commercials she'd seen him in.  Danny Evans.  Heart racing, palms sweating, Maddie gulped in a few breaths before she turned.

Holy Shit.  He was more beautiful, up close and in person.  His blue eyes sparkled.  His short, dark hair was groomed perfectly.  His suit did nothing to mask the chiseled body she knew would be underneath.  He was almost a foot taller than her.  Maddie began to wonder if they would line up perfectly, lying flat on her bed, naked, sweaty, and...

"Miss?"

Perfection.  He was fucking perfection and he didn't call her "ma'am."  A sudden urge to strip naked right before him took over her.  

"Um, thank you Mr. Evans."  Maddie couldn't hide the fan-girl blush, labored breathing and raspy voice.  She cleared her dry throat.  "It's all for a good cause, right?" Maddie glanced around the room, trying to find the exit.

"I was hoping you'd win."  Danny stepped closer to her and she could smell his cologne.  She inhaled deeply, wanting to savor the smell.  She wondered if she could find that fragrance at the department store tomorrow.  A nervous giggle slipped out.

"Well, I am glad that I did." Maddie’s voice was cool.  Danny frowned.  Her smile dropped away.  She gave her head a shake and continued, "Look, Mr. Evans, you don't have to go through with this.  The charity got their money.  You're in the calendar for next year.  I don't want to waste your time.  We'll just part ways now.  Okay?"

Still frowning, Danny lifted his hand to her cheek and brushed the back of his fingers along her jaw and down the side of her throat.  "You don’t want to go out with me?"

“I do, but…”

Danny leaned down and brushed a soft kiss on her lips.  “I’ve been watching these lips all night, desperate to taste them.”

Was this an act?  Her whole body was trembling.  He had slipped one hand behind her head and the other slightly above her ass, just inside the fabric of her open-back dress. Maddie couldn’t think.  Hell, she couldn’t breath.  Was he for real?

“Let me take you out tonight.  Please.”  He brushed a kiss along her ear.  “I want to wine you, dine you and then fuck you until you can’t walk.”  He whispered the words in her ear.

Holy Hell!

Maddie’s voice squeaked, “Me?”

“Do you have any idea how sexy you are?  As soon as you walked in, all heads turned your way.  That red dress is fucking sexy as hell.  You have curves that are perfect for gripping tight while you ride me hard.  Perfect, natural breasts begging to be nipped and sucked.  I want to see every inch of you, naked and writhing beneath my own.  Then I want to flip you over and watch those gorgeous breasts bounce over me.  If you hadn’t won, I still would be standing here, right now.  But, since you outbid everyone else, I am yours for the night.   And you, my dear, are mine.”

Maddie’s whole body was on alert.  His presence oozed confidence and virility. Danny’s words created pictures in her mind that made her whole body tingle.  And, she had been wet from the second she first heard his voice. She squeezed her thighs together, but that only made the throbbing there worse.  She took a deep breath and said, “Okay.”  She’d never get a shot like this again.  She had promised herself she’d enjoy the rest of her life, and she was going to start tonight, with Danny.

Maddie grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the hotel lobby.  “Let’s call room service.”

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More to come soon!  I will be publishing an anthology in February where all of my teasers will be expanded upon and wrapped up nicely. Maddie and Danny will be there as well.  ;)  

Hope you enjoyed this #TeaserTuesday post.  If so, please feel free to comment, share, "Like", tweet and so on!

XOXO

~J~

Thirsty Thursday

"Thank you, sir."  Kara glanced at the envelope her boss handed her.

"My family has tried very hard to continue our traditions.  Boxing Day isn't an American holiday, but nonetheless, my parents would expect me to give you something."

Kara held the envelope up to the light.  She couldn't see through it, but it was thin. Perhaps it was money or a gift certificate of some type.

"Happy holidays, sir."  Kara said quietly.  She had left a gift for him on his desk.  Painfully shy and extremely attracted to her young employer, Kara had no difficultly finding the right gift for him.  As his new PA, she knew his likes and interests, as well as what he bought for his family and lady friends.  She'd settled on a pair of onyx cuff links with his initials, J.R. engraved on them.

Kara hurried out of the building before Mr. Reynolds could find the gift she'd left.  Knowing she wouldn't see him until January 13th, after he returned from his family's home in Coventry, meant she could avoid any awkwardness.

The bus driver yelled her street and Kara quickly got off the bus and headed to her apartment.  A flicker of light caught her eye, but when she looked over, all she saw was a black Jaguar slowly moving down the street.  It was moving too slowly, she noted and picked up her pace.  The car passed her just as she stepped into the foyer of her building.

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Showered and dressed in her threadbare flannel pajamas, Kara dropped on to her couch with a glass of Southern Comfort and a piece of reheated pizza.  Flipping through the channels, she passed over one sappy Christmas romance movie after another.  Finally settling on an old favorite, A Christmas Story, Kara snuggled under an afghan throw.  She took the envelope that Mr. Reynolds had given her and opened it.  It was a gift certificate.  She choked as she read it.

"This certificate is good for one night with James Reynolds.  Including, but not limited to: wining and dining, dancing and fucking.  The recipient may have all fantasies and wishes fulfilled by James Reynolds during allotted time.  Only requests that can be completed within set time frame will be honored.  All activities will be at recipient's discretion and evening may be concluded at any time.  Not transferable.  Full confidentiality for both recipient and James Reynolds will be expected and strictly enforced."  

Shocked, Kara sat there staring at the TV as Ralphie "shot his eye out,", but her mind went elsewhere.  Her thoughts conjured up images of her handsome boss.  His dark hair slicked back, his clean-shaven face, broad shoulders, trim abdomen and thick thighs.  She closed her eyes, imagining he was there with her and she reached in to her panties, fingering her slick pussy.

Her thoughts took her back to the office…to James.  

Mr. Reynolds took her by the hand and led her to his desk.  He motioned to the gift and she nodded.  James pulled her in for a breath-stealing kiss and leaned her back over his desk.  Her legs were spread wide open and James shifted himself in-between her thighs.  He broke the kiss and stood over her, simply staring at her stockinged legs.  He ran a finger over the lace that held them snug to her legs then lifted the edge and released it, the elastic snapping her thigh.  Kara gasped.  James held a finger to her lips, indicating he wanted her silence.  She nodded and then licked at the finger he held there.

All control seemed to snap for him at her flirtatious gesture.  James shoved her skirt up around her waist and ran his hands over her pink lace panties.  A ripping sound echoed through the office as he tore her panties in half.  The sound, that action, spurred Kara on and she brought her heeled feet up and around the back of his thighs, securing him in front of her.  He wasted no time with his pants, unzipping them to reveal his throbbing cock.  He had no underwear on under his suit pants and Kara licked her lips.

James sheathed himself in a condom and nudged the tip of his cock against her slick folds.  Kara could feel herself literally dripping on his desk as she tilted her hips in invitation.  A sudden knock on the door startled them both.  Kara panicked, but James simply moved her skirt back down and pulled his pants up as he walked to his office door.

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A loud knocking sound startled Kara out of her fantasy.  Sweat covered her body.  Nipples taut and aching, body trembling, pussy throbbing; it took almost a full minute for Kara to realize someone was at her front door.

Glancing at the clock, Kara wondered what crazy neighbor was standing outside her door at midnight.  It wouldn't be the first time one of the drunks in her building came to her door by mistake.  She peered through the peep-hole and jumped back in shock.

"Kara?"  A deep voice came through her door and stroked her senses.  Every ounce of her being had been on edge a moment ago, but that voice...James, standing on the other side of her apartment door...lit her whole body on fire.  She unlocked the door and took a deep breath, though it didn't help.  When she whipped open the door, her knees almost gave away.

James stood in her doorway, not in his usual Armani suit, but rather in tight black jeans, black boots and a blue sweater that brought out the color in his eyes.  His hair was disheveled a bit, as if he'd been running his fingers through his hair.  A dark stubble covered his normally baby-smooth face.  He looked different and he was even sexier.  Kara gulped.

"Did I wake you, Kara?"

"Um..."  Kara tried to smooth down her flannel pajamas, giving her hands something to do besides grab the man in front of her and plant a kiss on those perfect lips.

"May I come in?"

...to be continued...

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Happy Boxing Day to my friends who celebrate!  I had to do a little research to remind myself that the holiday had nothing to do with fighting or flying fists.  LOL  I think it is a neat holiday and wish we could celebrate here in America as well.  Most people I know are back to work today.  =(

More to come soon!  I will be publishing an anthology in February where all of my teasers will be expanded upon and wrapped up nicely. Kara and her boss will be there as well.  ;)  

I hope that you enjoy this teaser.  If you do, please share with your 18+ friends.

XOXO

~J~