To Be Worshipped

There was something about the way James looked at her. It was as if he was peering in to her very soul.  She'd heard such a phrase used once or two in a movie, but not until this moment, had she known what it meant.

Heart thumping, Louann felt her will power melting away. Strong fingers tipped her chin up, as Louann tried to turn away.

"Don't look away, love."  James' deep voice reverberated through her whole body.  "I want to look into your eyes as I make love to you."

"I...but...we..."  Louann's face reddened.  "We can't.  I'm not that kind of woman."

"That kind of woman?  Love, you can't seriously mean to tell me that you are not a woman who wants to feel her body cherished.  Every inch touch and kissed and tasted."

"I..."

"That is what I thought."  James fingers slipped beneath Louann's tee shirt and over her breasts.  "You deserve to be worshipped, love."

"Oh, my..."

James bent over and kissed her neck, just below her ear.  Louann gripped his arms tight, as her knees began to shake.

"I think...I mean..."  she murmured.

Slipping his hands around to her back, James reached down and cupped her jean-clad ass.

"Let me worship you, love."  Pulling her against him, James rubbed his bulging cock against her.

"Oh, God. Please." Louann whispered, her own body absentmindedly grinding against James' erection.

Lifting her up in his arms, James carried Louann to the bedroom and spent the rest of the night worshipping her.
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Yes, I am back to playing around with "teasers" my friends.  I also have gone back to the editing process on my anthology that I initially planned to release in March.  Hopefully, I can get enough time to finish it up before the holidays, so some of my more "adventurous" fans will be able to purchase it as a gift for a loved one...or as a gift to themselves.

Love you friends!

Keep it sexy :P

~J~

Teaser Tuesday

Andy sat me in a dining room chair and smiled.  "I have a surprise for you."  I couldn't help but look around the room.  He knew how I hated surprises.  Yet, I knew how much he loved to do special things for me. Andy found ways to tease and please me all the time.  I merely had to have enough patience to let him do what he planned.

"Now, I know how you are about surprises.  So, I have this."  Andy held up a long black sash...a blindfold.  "Keep your hands in your lap for now."  Andy tied the blindfold snugly at the back of my head.  I took deep breaths, waiting for what would come next.

"If you are a good girl and keep your hands to yourself, then I won't tie them.  But..." Andy let his words drop away, as I felt the silk drift across my hands.  I knew what that meant.  Last time I couldn't keep my hands to myself, he tied them securely behind my back.  Memories from that night flooded my mind and I felt myself warm from my chest to my cheeks.

I heard Andy walking around, sounds of plastic bags rustling in the kitchen.  Though I couldn't see him, I easily sensed when he stood before me.  Warm fingertips touched along my collarbone, and I jumped at the sudden contact.  Deftly, Andy unbuttoned my blouse and opened it wide. Trailing his fingers over the swell of my breasts, Andy teased my hot skin.  He gently caressed and played with my nipples through the satin material of my bra.  With one flick, he undid the front clasp on my breasts, allowing them to slip from the confining material.

I took a deep breath.  My hands twitched in my lap.  I wanted to taste and touch him so badly that I almost couldn't control myself.  Andy must have noticed, because he took my hands and brought them to my sides, letting them hang down alongside the chair.  "Behave, love."  I nodded.

Something cool and wet trickled from my collarbone down to my breasts.   I could feel rivulets of the mystery liquid travel across my breasts, down over my nipples and tickle along my stomach to my navel.  I squirmed at the sensation.  Andy tugged on my skirt, unzippering it and then his warm hands pried the material open, exposing my satin panties.

Another item, cold and hard traced the path of the liquid.  I could smell it was sweet...possibly a strawberry.  Andy trailed it across both breasts, then over each nipple, finally trailing down to my navel.  "Open."  The hard item was suddenly at my mouth.  Yes, it was a strawberry...covered in champagne.  That must've been the liquid.  I nibbled at the strawberry until Andy replaced it with his lips.  His kiss was sweet, the effect of the champagne and strawberry amazing.

"There's so much more to come, love."

I smiled.  I couldn't wait.

Fantasy Friday

Christina put her cell in her purse and walked in to the bar.  She straightened her skirt and glanced around for her friends.  Her eye caught sight of Melanie, her co-worker.  Mel was hard to miss at 5'10" with platinum blond hair and a group of guys always hovering around her.  Chris chuckled to herself as she made her way over to the bar.  Pushing her way through the groupies, Chris finally made her way to Mel, Alex and Simone.

"Hey girls!"  Christina hollered over the music thumping through the speakers.

Chris hugged each of the girls and ordered herself a beer.  "How's the prospects tonight?"

Alexandra, or Alex, laughed.  "Slim pickings.  Once Mel cuts these guys down and sends them with their tails between their legs, it's gonna be hard to find anything young and handsome here tonight."

The girls all laughed and Chris looked around.  Sure enough, "Ladies Night" was truly that for a change.  Most of the guys that were present were either the usual bar slugs or young bucks that had gravitated towards Mel.

Chris didn't blame them.  If she were a guy, she'd do the same.  Melanie had an amazing personality, a beautiful heart and was a professional model.  Problem was, most guys never looked beyond the fact that she was a model, to see the true gem she was.

Sipping down her beer, Chris realized that most guys in bars were the same.  At 5' 8", with long wavy golden-brown hair, deep green eyes and a curvy figure, Chris had her fair of attention.  But, it was always the same...one-night hook-up and then one kicked the other to the curb right after.  At almost 30, she was getting tired of all the nonsense and wanted to find someone real.

Like Toby.

Toby was Melanie's brother.  They'd all grown up together, but Toby was 3 years older, so when Chris finally was allowed to date, he had already left for college.  Tall, blonde with blue eyes, he was the male version of Melanie.  And, he got just as much attention as she did.  A fact that always irked Christina.

Now, at 33, Toby was a prime catch.  He'd matured not only physically, but mentally as well.  His body had transformed into a rock hard wall of muscle covered in tattoos.  After he left college, he went off to be a professional fitness competitor and model.  Now, he was a personal trainer as well.  Chris remembered when she saw him last, at Christmas.  He was not only amazing looking, but was just as witty and funny as he'd always been.  But, he still treated her like his little sister.

"Chris!"

Mel was standing right in Christina's face, shouting her name.  "What?"

"I said...can you let me know if you see Toby.  He's supposed to be meeting us here."

Toby.  Here.  Tonight.

"Uh, yeah."  Chris smoothed down her skirt again and reached to fix her shirt.  She'd left an extra button open to display her cleavage, but she wondered if now it was too revealing.

"Leave it."  Simone slapped away Chris' hand.  "You want him to notice you, don't you?"  Simone was the only one that knew of Chris' major crush on Toby.  Sometimes drinking loosened lips, ya know?

"But, not for these."  Chris motioned to her breasts just as someone walked up next to her.

"Those are quiet nice I think."  Toby chuckled.

Chris blushed fiercely.  Holy crap he had the worst timing.  "Oh shut up."  Chris smacked his arm, trying to play off her embarrassment.

Toby leaned over to kiss Chris on the cheek, a greeting he always gave her, but she had turned her face at the last minute and his lips landed on hers.  She froze.  A zing of electricity ran through her.  He didn't move immediately and Chris held her breath.  Straightening, Toby cracked his usual sexy grin.  "Didn't expect that."

Chris wondered what he meant...her turning or the electric charge.  Or, maybe she was the only one that felt the latter.  Eyes wide, Chris couldn't say a word as Toby turned and said hello to Mel, Alex and Simone, then introduced the guys that came with him.  Chris didn't hear a word.  Something so small had struck her completely dumb.

It was too overwhelming for her, so Christina grabbed her purse off the stool and headed to the door.  She'd made it all the way to her car when a strong hand grabbed her elbow.  Toby whipped her around and firmly pushed her against the car.  He leaned down and hovered his mouth over hers.  His minty breath washed over her face as he panted.  He must have run to catch up to her.

"Can I get another shot?"

Another. Shot.  Wow.

Christina sucked in a breath and nodded.  Toby's mouth slowly inched closer and Chris opened her own slightly.  His soft, warm lips tickled hers at first. There was that shock again...electricity that coursed through her body.  From her mouth to every part of her body.  "Do you feel that?"  Toby whispered against her mouth.  Again, Christina could only nod.

He didn't ask permission again.  This time his kiss was intense.  His tongue slipped into her mouth and Christina groaned.  He wrapped his strong arms around her and pulled her tight to him.  She could feel his erection against her belly and her underwear was instantly wet.  She'd wanted him for so long that this moment was surreal.  But, he was here, his tongue was probing her mouth, causing her whole body to go boneless. Only his strong arms held her up, her legs useless now.

"Do you want to continue this somewhere else a bit more private."

Christina finally found her voice.  "Yes.  Please."

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Slippery Sunday

The water was running in the shower when Melissa came into the bedroom.  She hadn't seen Josh for two weeks and she was horny as hell.  Tossing her clothes as she made her way to the en suite, her plan was simple.  Seduce and fuck her man until neither of them could walk.

Quietly slipping in to bathroom, she saw Josh through the shower curtain.  His outline was as beautiful as ever and her hands itched to touch him.  He was humming a Maroon5 song and Melissa covered her mouth with both hands to stifle her giggle.  She adored the man, but he couldn't carry a tune to save his life.

She watched as the outline of his arms moved from his head and traveled down.  Taking a few steps, she could see the outline of his hands now.  He was soaping his chest and those perfect abs she loved.  His hands went further south and Melissa watched as his outline changed.  His cock was at half-mast now and she couldn't wait any longer to touch and taste him.

"Naughty boy," Melissa said.

"Come here and punish me,"  Josh replied.

"My pleasure."  Melissa pulled back the curtain and stepped in the shower.

"Were you watching me for long?"  Josh kissed the tip of her nose.

"Not long enough," Melissa began to run her hands over his body, spreading the bubbles that remained.  She glanced down, while keeping her hands on his chest.

"I missed you," Josh pulled her close, his hard cock slipping against her stomach.

Melissa giggled.  "Be careful with that thing.  You could poke my eye out."  She loved their playful banter.

"You know that is not what I want to poke."  Josh lifted her leg up and hooked it around his waist.  Slipping his fingers into her core, she knew he'd find her slick and ready.

"This is gonna be fast.  I can't hold back right now."

"Don't you dare hold back."  Melissa put her hand over his cock and stroked a couple times, watching his face scrunch as he tried to maintain control.

"Lissa."  Josh groaned.

"Come on in big boy.  I've missed you so fucking much."  She guided the head of his throbbing cock to her dripping sex and inserted just the tip.

That was all it took...Josh slipped in hard and deep.  Together, they moaned.  He stilled and they looked into each other's eyes.

"Don't go away for so long.again."  Melissa whispered then smacked his ass.  "Now, fuck me like you mean it sailor."

"As you wish."

And he did...

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XOXO
~J~

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~

Slippery Sunday

Slippery Situation

Don't know model's name, but image came from:

http://www.indieromancebooks.com/blog/category/romance-authors/caris-roane/

"Housekeeping," Yvonne knocked before sliding the card through the slot.

Pushing her cleaning cart inside, Yvonne assessed the room.  There were personal items everywhere.  A laptop on the coffee table, a camera next to it, take-out containers from Muscle Maker on the counter nearby.  Her supervisor had sent her up because the guest had checked out.  If that was the case, she or he left everything behind.

"Housekeeping!"  Yvonne called out.

Silence.

Yvonne decided to take care of the linens and towels and make the bed, but leave the rest for later.  If she went back without touching anything, Ronnie, her supervisor would fire her.  Ronnie was waiting for an excuse to get rid of her.  Yvonne frowned. She needed this job far too much to let a jealous college drop-out ruin everything for her.  It wasn't Yvonne's fault she worked two jobs just to continue going to school; she was determined to get her BS in Criminal Justice and no one was getting in the way of that.  Not even Ronnie.

Yvonne listened carefully as she made her way to the bedroom.  The door was wide open and everything was silent.  She found clothes strewn about the room, so she tidied up a bit.  She switched the linens and made the bed, dusted the tables and cleaned the mirror.  Her eye caught movement behind her as she made a final swipe over the mirror and she stopped, holding her breath.

She hadn't thought the guest might be in the en suite.  Gulping, she tip-toed over to the bathroom door, bringing a stack of towels, holding them against her body as a shield.  "Housekeeping," she said once more.  Again, no answer.  The only sound was rushing water.

Now, Yvonne started to feel beyond nervous...scared, in fact.  She was about to turn and place the towels on the bed before leaving until she heard a deep male laugh come from inside the bathroom.  The door was slightly ajar.  Peeking through the opening, she saw a large tanned, muscled body step in to the tub.  Steam swirled around her as she gaped at the tight ass and thick legs that sunk in to the water.  Licking her lips, Yvonne clenched the towels tighter to her breasts, that were now throbbing, as her eyes traveled over wide shoulders, an arm covered in tattoos and up to short dark hair.

Yvonne wanted to run.  And at the same time she wanted to stay.  This could get her fired for sure, she knew, but her mind had yet to get her feet to move.  The man slid around in the tub, and now his profile was in view.  He must've been talking on the phone when she heard him laugh before, because she saw him set it down on the cabinet by the sink.

Oh good lord, Yvonne thought to herself.  There is a gorgeous man in the tub.  A naked, slippery, hot hunk with tantalizing muscles only a few steps away.  She felt the strongest urge to strip right then and there and sink in beside him.  He tilted his head back and Yvonne took in his profile.  Strong jawline, straight nose, tanned skin and just the slightest dark, sexy stubble covering his face.  Yvonne pressed her legs together. She wanted to feel that stubble scraping along her thighs, her ass...everywhere.

The Adonis before her shifted and stood briefly, grabbing a washcloth off the cabinet.  Yvonne gasped.  She couldn't help it.  The front of him was as beautiful as the backside.  Perfect cock, smooth skin, no tan lines.  Everything on the man was sleek and solid... and wet.  Her body tensed and her pussy clenched.  She couldn't take it anymore.  She had to leave.  She slipped back a step, trying to remain undetected.

"Care to join me?"

Yvonne dropped the towels.

Shit.

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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. Mr. Slippery will be there as well.  ;)  

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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~

Sassy Saturday

Since it is the last Saturday before Christmas, I thought I'd do something sassy with Santa for my readers. Of course, for those who are quite literal, I am referring to something sexy and fun with a pretend Santa. *wink.*  And, as usual, audiences of 18+ ONLY please.  Thank you!!

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Phoebe grabbed her coat and headed to the back door.  If she was quick enough, she could escape before her boss caught up to her.  She didn't want to work overtime and she definitely didn't want to be "Santa's Helper" for the employee party.  It went the same way every year.  The kids had their turn with Santa and got a little gift, then went to the smaller dance hall where a team of babysitters waited to fill them with cake, candy and soda so the adults could drink and party.  Phoebe loved the first part, spending time handing out gifts to the children.  It was the adults-only part that she was trying to avoid.

"Phoebe!"  Mr. Dayton ran after her huffing and puffing.  He held up a finger as she stood there staring at him.  He bent over, trying to catch his breath.  "I need...your help...with the...party."

"Mr.Dayton, I'm really tired.  I just wanted to get home and get out of this silly elf costume."

"You don't like it?"  His breathing was more normal now.  "It fits you so well and you look so..."  He left the sentence dangling, waving his hand up and down in a "look at you" gesture.  Phoebe couldn't stop the eye-roll.  

She knew how she looked.  She'd been hearing it all night.  Unfortunately, it was from every married man in the building, including Mr. Dayton.  Married men were a huge no-no for her.  Their compliments felt more like propositions and she was nauseated even thinking about it.  Their wives stood within a few feet of them and they showed no respect or remorse for  their behavior.  Ick.  Plus, there was only one person she wanted and he was overseas right now.

"Please.  I am paying double time for the next couple of hours."  Mr. Dayton tried giving her a pleading puppy dog look.  That didn't work with her, but the phrase "double-time" meant that she would have more than enough for next semester's tuition.  She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and said, "Fine."

*

Phoebe stood next to Santa's chair as the wives came up and sat on his lap for photos.  Even a few guys plopped down, snuggling in the big guy's lap.  She couldn't hide her laughter when one guy sat and sniffed Santa's neck, then whispered in his ear.  Santa's eyes bulged and the flirty young man was promptly dumped on the floor.

"What about you little girl?  Have you been naughty or nice?"  Santa's voice was deep and raspy.  She wondered who he was, behind the disguise.  She knew he wasn't fat, because she'd glimpsed him stuffing his suit earlier.  He was tall and broad, with beautiful blue eyes and dark hair that peeked out from under his white wig.  She glared at him, but didn't answer.  She tugged down her short striped skirt and pulled up her green bustier.  Her feet were killing her and she constantly shifted while Santa did his bit.  

"Little elf, why do you look so unhappy?  It's Christmas."  Santa was again trying to talk to her.

"Look, 'Santa'," Phoebe made air quotes when she said his name, "I'm not interested.  I just want to be done here and go home."

"Hmmm.  Well, elf Phoebe, you were on my nice list, but now I may just have to put you on the naughty side."

She looked at him in surprise.  How the hell did he know her name?  She looked into his eyes and tried to recognize the way they sparkled and the corners crinkled. He did look familiar, but she just couldn't place him. Was he an employee here at the hotel or just a rent-a-Santa?

"Sit on my lap and tell me what you want for Christmas.  I will give you anything you want, even if you've been naughty.  In fact, naughty elves get the biggest present to unwrap."

Phoebe couldn't help it.  The double entendres spewing from his mouth made her blush.  She suddenly had an image come to mind.  Rick.  She'd been missing Rick ever seen his deployment two years ago.  If she could have anything for Christmas, it would be her best friend and secret crush, Rick, holding her in his arms.  But, he wasn't due home for two weeks.  Just like Santa, Rick had beautiful blue eyes, was tall, dark and handsome.  Damn she missed him.  Melancholy came over her in a  powerful wave, but she insisted on shaking it off.  Instead, she'd play Santa's game.  And give him something to remember.  

Phoebe slipped over, standing between Santa's open legs.  She twirled, knowing it would make the skirt flare out.  Then, she plopped down hard on his lap, almost right on his crotch.  She wriggled a bit, pretending to make herself comfortable, and adjusted her bustier, giving Santa a clear view down her cleavage.  She tucked her head, hiding her wide smile at Santa's deep groan.  If he wanted to play this game, she could too.  No one else around them seemed to even take notice and the photographer had snapped her picture and was off at the bar already.  It was just them.

"Santa, can I tell you what I really, really want for Christmas?"  Phoebe made her voice low and sexy.

"Yes." That one word sounded strangled.  She giggled.

"Well, there's this man that I adore.  He's far from home and it has been really hard for me to be without him.  I'd love for him to come home for Christmas so I can show him all the naughty things I've dreamt of doing to him."

Santa coughed and shifted in his chair, managing to move her slightly away from his crotch.  His hand moved from the armrest to her knee.  Phoebe giggled again.  It was working.

"Do you think I'm naughty because I want to strip off my clothes and go to him with only a big red ribbon wrapped around my perky breasts and shaved pussy?"

This time, Santa went in to a mini coughing fit.  Phoebe held on and waited.  She was having fun and wasn't ready to stop just yet. She wiggled again, and this time her thigh brushed something very hard underneath his faux fur-lined coat.  "Are you okay, Santa?"  She smirked and twisted a piece of her dark blonde hair around her finger, feigning innocence.

"Um,"  Santa's voice wasn't deep this time and for a split second, Phoebe thought she recognized it.  She shook her head. He cleared his throat, his voice deep once again as he said, "Elf Phoebe, in order to deliver this present to you, you'll have to tell me his name."  Phoebe began to feel uncomfortable.  She didn't want to tell this guy about Rick and she also noticed his hand had slipped up just under the edge of her skirt.

"I'd rather not Santa.  He can't come home for a few more weeks."

Santa leaned in to her and whispered into her ear, "What if he came home early?"

Shivers ran up Phoebe's spine.  She did know that voice.  And that wandering hand had now made it's way under her skirt and to the top of her white garter stockings.  He was tracing little circles on her upper thigh.  She looked up at him and her breath hitched.  She knew those eyes.  

Santa pulled his fake mustache and beard down under his chin and smiled.  "Merry Christmas Phoebe."

Rick!

"Oh my..." before she could finish, Rick's mouth came down over hers and his arms crushed her to him.  He kissed her hard, plundering her mouth as his hands gripped her tight.

Phoebe's body hummed and all rational thought left her.  All she could think was, Merry Christmas Phoebe!

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Hope you enjoyed!

~J~