Hey hey, thanks for popping in. My Stilettos and Secrets series is hot hot hot, and just for you I have a steamy little preview where Jane's naught alter-ego Memphis is desperate to play.
I hope you love it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
BUT PLEASE NOTE THIS IS FOR ADULTS ONLY!
This STEAMY snippet is from the TEASE ME
At eight-fifteen, two incredible positives strolled into the building. I sat up, touched my hair, and wished like hell I’d used some of the boring time at the desk to apply more lippy. I swallowed back my thumping heart as two fireman approached my counter.
“Hello, ma’am. Is John available?”
“Oh, um, no, he isn’t. He’s been delayed.” There is a heaven and I’m living in it! “I’m Jane Nichols, the night manager. Can I help you?” Remove your clothes or something similar?
The taller one ran his hand through his short dark hair. “We’re here to do a routine check on your sprinkler system water tank.”
“Oh. It’s on the roof, right? I can show you the way.” I put the ‘back in five minutes’ sign on the counter.
“You here alone, Jane?”
Was that a pick-up line? It sounded like a line. “Yes, always.”
“Roger, how about you stay here, watch the counter for Jane while we go up to the roof?”
“Yep, no probs.”
Roger put his hat on the counter, and the tall fireman turned to me. “Lead the way.”
My heels clicked across the marble tiles in time to my beating heart. I pressed the button and sucked on my bottom lip in an attempt not to drool.
He held his hand toward me. “I’m Nathan Carmichael, by the way.”
When our palms touched, the earth moved. Actually, it was more like a full-blown earthquake.
The doors opened and we stepped in, turned, and stood side by side, facing the mirrors. He wasn’t even touching me, yet just being in this tiny space with him made the heat of his body like a blanket that smothered me with burning desire. An insatiable desire that started from deep within and raced through my entire body. Memphis was needy, and I was just about bursting from a lack of control.
Nathan was a good eight inches taller than me and built like I’d expect a fireman to be built, with broad shoulders and bulging pecs that featured beneath his high-visibility tight-fitting shirt. His nipples were hard lumps pointing at me like a couple of lethal weapons. The thick red braces holding up his florescent yellow pants brushed right alongside his nipples, and it took all my willpower not to reach over and snap those braces against his chest.
“Have you had a good night?” His voice was deep, throaty. Manly.
Not until now. “It was okay.”
“Do you always work the night shift?”
“Uh-huh.”
His eyes were light brown, like molten honey, and I wondered if he’d like to dribble honey all over me. I smacked that naughty thought aside. Remember, you are Jane. Memphis was clawing to get out, and I was grateful when the doors opened on the ninth floor.
I led the way along the corridor to the emergency exit at the end and opened the door. The glowing exit sign lit up the stairwell and the closed in space amplified Nathan’s breathing. The emergency stairs went both up and down from this point, and as I climbed each stair to the rooftop my heart accelerated. Though, not from exertion.
Using my master key card, I opened the door, and as I squinted against the glare, I stepped out onto the rooftop. I stood aside and watched Nathan stride toward the water tower. His awkward gait was probably the result of his heavy-looking boots. He bent over at the water tower, and I once again thanked the stars for making my boss late.
I sighed with contentment but then, realizing how weird it would look with me standing behind Nathan, I strolled up to his side. “So what exactly are you looking for?”
“Just checking that the valves are working. These older units need to be examined every year. Shouldn’t take too long.”
“Take all the time you want.”
He turned, and when he smiled up at me, my heart skipped a beat. With him down on one knee like that, it was as if he were proposing, and my giddy little brain was screaming hell yes. His long fingers worked quickly, flicking one valve after another, and I wondered what it would be like to have those lovely digits on me. In me.
Damn it, Memphis.
I needed to settle down. He was just doing his job. Like I was just doing my job.
After ten minutes or so, Nathan stood up, towering over me again. “Okay, all done.”
Pity. I could’ve stayed here and watched him work all day.
“Lead the way.” He indicated for me to step in front, and I retraced our steps back to the ninth floor and pressed the button for the elevator.
He glanced down at me with his molten eyes, and I was certain our breathing rose and fell in time. His hard nipples bulged through his red shirt and nudged against his braces. The angel and devil in my brain struck up a rampant debate over whether or not I should reach out and pinch them.
The doors opened, and we stepped in and once again we turned to stand side by side, facing the mirror. He turned to me and looked down. His honey eyes oozed over me with more sexual desire than I’d ever seen. Obviously, I was reading way too much into it. I was Jane, not Memphis.
Then the craziest thing happened.
One second I was standing at his side, the next I had my back against the wall, his mouth was on me, and somehow, in two seconds flat, he had my pencil skirt up around my waist and his hand in my underpants.
Our breaths mingled together, our tongues lashed each other, and with each bend of my knees his finger plunged deeper inside me. Together our moans tumbled from our throats and echoed about the mirrored cube. For the second time that day, I was grateful for the slow elevator. Our raging passion, however, was anything but slow.
As I groped his chest, feeling every exquisitely carved muscle in his torso, he tore my panties from my body. The sharp ripping sound ricocheted through my lust-fueled body.
Clutching his shoulders, I raised my knee and hooked it up over his thigh. He didn’t miss a beat and two of his fingers plunged into me, rubbing over my clit and ramming me with ferocious intent. I gripped his high-visibility braces and cried out as an orgasm tore through me.
It was fast. It was incredible.
It blew my fucking mind.
He must’ve had ESP or something because he suddenly released me, and the ping of the elevator announced the doors were about to open. He smiled, and oh my god, if it wasn’t the most glorious smile ever. I blinked, trying to comprehend what’d just happened.
“You might want to pick those up.” His lowered his eyes to the floor.
I followed his gaze and spied my lacy black panties on the ground. As fast as lightning, I tugged my skirt back down and picked up my underwear.
The elevator opened, and he saluted me. “Thank you, ma’am.”
The fireman strode casually across the lobby, his mate joined him, and they walked out the sliding glass doors. My jaw dropped when the two firemen high fived each other and carried on walking as if everything was normal.
Thank god the lobby was empty because I could barely breathe, let alone walk to the reception desk. I straightened my ponytail, and as I concealed my underwear in my hand and wondered what just happened, I somehow crossed the marble expanse to my desk and flopped into my chair.
How the hell did Plain Jane get an orgasm in the elevator from a mysterious firemen? That shit just didn’t happen.
So much could’ve gone wrong. I gradually crumbled to a mess as I realized just how risky and stupid that’d been. I could’ve been caught.
I’d officially lost my fucking mind.
The minutes ticked along with me in a daze, and by the time Needledick arrived I could barely think. As I did the handover with him, I tried not to focus on the fact that I wasn’t wearing underpants. It was more than a little distressing.
As I made my way to my room, my mind was like the giant pirate ship that swung back and forward at the showground, smashing through one emotion after another.
Somehow I made it to my room, and before my brain shattered like a smashed mirror, I dialed Lolita.
“Hey babe, what’s up?”
I blurted it out, everything from the intense unspoken sexual tension to the mind-blowing orgasm with the fireman.
“Jesus Christ, Jane!”
I knew it. I’d crossed that imaginary boundary that put me in the fucking stupid category. A tidal wave of heat rose up, and I started to hyperventilate. Tears stung my eyes, and I feared I was about to vomit.
“I’m so jealous.”
My brain snapped back to reality. “What?”
“That’s another thing you’ve done that I haven’t.”
“What?” I said.
“What, what?”
I scrunched up my face as I tried to understand what she was saying.
“Oh god,” she huffed. “Don’t tell me you’re second guessing what happened?”
“Ummm . . .”
“Jesus. So let me guess what’s going through your brain. You had a mind-blowing orgasm with a fireman in a fucking elevator, for God’s sake, and you think that’s bad.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Are you kidding me? You just did the top three things most women only dream of, all in one go. A fireman. Holy shit. In the elevator. Mind-blowing orgasm in twenty seconds flat. And he tore your undies off. Jesus, I’m going to come in my pants just thinking of it.”
“Lolly,” I said half laughing, half shocked by her honesty.
“Shit, Jane, I’ve gotta go find Cal and fuck his brains out. Bye.”
The phone clicked and I stared at the screen, hardly able to believe my best friend had just hung up on me.
“Hello, ma’am. Is John available?”
“Oh, um, no, he isn’t. He’s been delayed.” There is a heaven and I’m living in it! “I’m Jane Nichols, the night manager. Can I help you?” Remove your clothes or something similar?
The taller one ran his hand through his short dark hair. “We’re here to do a routine check on your sprinkler system water tank.”
“Oh. It’s on the roof, right? I can show you the way.” I put the ‘back in five minutes’ sign on the counter.
“You here alone, Jane?”
Was that a pick-up line? It sounded like a line. “Yes, always.”
“Roger, how about you stay here, watch the counter for Jane while we go up to the roof?”
“Yep, no probs.”
Roger put his hat on the counter, and the tall fireman turned to me. “Lead the way.”
My heels clicked across the marble tiles in time to my beating heart. I pressed the button and sucked on my bottom lip in an attempt not to drool.
He held his hand toward me. “I’m Nathan Carmichael, by the way.”
When our palms touched, the earth moved. Actually, it was more like a full-blown earthquake.
The doors opened and we stepped in, turned, and stood side by side, facing the mirrors. He wasn’t even touching me, yet just being in this tiny space with him made the heat of his body like a blanket that smothered me with burning desire. An insatiable desire that started from deep within and raced through my entire body. Memphis was needy, and I was just about bursting from a lack of control.
Nathan was a good eight inches taller than me and built like I’d expect a fireman to be built, with broad shoulders and bulging pecs that featured beneath his high-visibility tight-fitting shirt. His nipples were hard lumps pointing at me like a couple of lethal weapons. The thick red braces holding up his florescent yellow pants brushed right alongside his nipples, and it took all my willpower not to reach over and snap those braces against his chest.
“Have you had a good night?” His voice was deep, throaty. Manly.
Not until now. “It was okay.”
“Do you always work the night shift?”
“Uh-huh.”
His eyes were light brown, like molten honey, and I wondered if he’d like to dribble honey all over me. I smacked that naughty thought aside. Remember, you are Jane. Memphis was clawing to get out, and I was grateful when the doors opened on the ninth floor.
I led the way along the corridor to the emergency exit at the end and opened the door. The glowing exit sign lit up the stairwell and the closed in space amplified Nathan’s breathing. The emergency stairs went both up and down from this point, and as I climbed each stair to the rooftop my heart accelerated. Though, not from exertion.
Using my master key card, I opened the door, and as I squinted against the glare, I stepped out onto the rooftop. I stood aside and watched Nathan stride toward the water tower. His awkward gait was probably the result of his heavy-looking boots. He bent over at the water tower, and I once again thanked the stars for making my boss late.
I sighed with contentment but then, realizing how weird it would look with me standing behind Nathan, I strolled up to his side. “So what exactly are you looking for?”
“Just checking that the valves are working. These older units need to be examined every year. Shouldn’t take too long.”
“Take all the time you want.”
He turned, and when he smiled up at me, my heart skipped a beat. With him down on one knee like that, it was as if he were proposing, and my giddy little brain was screaming hell yes. His long fingers worked quickly, flicking one valve after another, and I wondered what it would be like to have those lovely digits on me. In me.
Damn it, Memphis.
I needed to settle down. He was just doing his job. Like I was just doing my job.
After ten minutes or so, Nathan stood up, towering over me again. “Okay, all done.”
Pity. I could’ve stayed here and watched him work all day.
“Lead the way.” He indicated for me to step in front, and I retraced our steps back to the ninth floor and pressed the button for the elevator.
He glanced down at me with his molten eyes, and I was certain our breathing rose and fell in time. His hard nipples bulged through his red shirt and nudged against his braces. The angel and devil in my brain struck up a rampant debate over whether or not I should reach out and pinch them.
The doors opened, and we stepped in and once again we turned to stand side by side, facing the mirror. He turned to me and looked down. His honey eyes oozed over me with more sexual desire than I’d ever seen. Obviously, I was reading way too much into it. I was Jane, not Memphis.
Then the craziest thing happened.
One second I was standing at his side, the next I had my back against the wall, his mouth was on me, and somehow, in two seconds flat, he had my pencil skirt up around my waist and his hand in my underpants.
Our breaths mingled together, our tongues lashed each other, and with each bend of my knees his finger plunged deeper inside me. Together our moans tumbled from our throats and echoed about the mirrored cube. For the second time that day, I was grateful for the slow elevator. Our raging passion, however, was anything but slow.
As I groped his chest, feeling every exquisitely carved muscle in his torso, he tore my panties from my body. The sharp ripping sound ricocheted through my lust-fueled body.
Clutching his shoulders, I raised my knee and hooked it up over his thigh. He didn’t miss a beat and two of his fingers plunged into me, rubbing over my clit and ramming me with ferocious intent. I gripped his high-visibility braces and cried out as an orgasm tore through me.
It was fast. It was incredible.
It blew my fucking mind.
He must’ve had ESP or something because he suddenly released me, and the ping of the elevator announced the doors were about to open. He smiled, and oh my god, if it wasn’t the most glorious smile ever. I blinked, trying to comprehend what’d just happened.
“You might want to pick those up.” His lowered his eyes to the floor.
I followed his gaze and spied my lacy black panties on the ground. As fast as lightning, I tugged my skirt back down and picked up my underwear.
The elevator opened, and he saluted me. “Thank you, ma’am.”
The fireman strode casually across the lobby, his mate joined him, and they walked out the sliding glass doors. My jaw dropped when the two firemen high fived each other and carried on walking as if everything was normal.
Thank god the lobby was empty because I could barely breathe, let alone walk to the reception desk. I straightened my ponytail, and as I concealed my underwear in my hand and wondered what just happened, I somehow crossed the marble expanse to my desk and flopped into my chair.
How the hell did Plain Jane get an orgasm in the elevator from a mysterious firemen? That shit just didn’t happen.
So much could’ve gone wrong. I gradually crumbled to a mess as I realized just how risky and stupid that’d been. I could’ve been caught.
I’d officially lost my fucking mind.
The minutes ticked along with me in a daze, and by the time Needledick arrived I could barely think. As I did the handover with him, I tried not to focus on the fact that I wasn’t wearing underpants. It was more than a little distressing.
As I made my way to my room, my mind was like the giant pirate ship that swung back and forward at the showground, smashing through one emotion after another.
Somehow I made it to my room, and before my brain shattered like a smashed mirror, I dialed Lolita.
“Hey babe, what’s up?”
I blurted it out, everything from the intense unspoken sexual tension to the mind-blowing orgasm with the fireman.
“Jesus Christ, Jane!”
I knew it. I’d crossed that imaginary boundary that put me in the fucking stupid category. A tidal wave of heat rose up, and I started to hyperventilate. Tears stung my eyes, and I feared I was about to vomit.
“I’m so jealous.”
My brain snapped back to reality. “What?”
“That’s another thing you’ve done that I haven’t.”
“What?” I said.
“What, what?”
I scrunched up my face as I tried to understand what she was saying.
“Oh god,” she huffed. “Don’t tell me you’re second guessing what happened?”
“Ummm . . .”
“Jesus. So let me guess what’s going through your brain. You had a mind-blowing orgasm with a fireman in a fucking elevator, for God’s sake, and you think that’s bad.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Are you kidding me? You just did the top three things most women only dream of, all in one go. A fireman. Holy shit. In the elevator. Mind-blowing orgasm in twenty seconds flat. And he tore your undies off. Jesus, I’m going to come in my pants just thinking of it.”
“Lolly,” I said half laughing, half shocked by her honesty.
“Shit, Jane, I’ve gotta go find Cal and fuck his brains out. Bye.”
The phone clicked and I stared at the screen, hardly able to believe my best friend had just hung up on me.
Follow Jane’s quest to find love in this steamy, laugh-out-loud series.
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