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I haven't had much time to write or promote since the school year started. I suspect some subs have decided it's too risky for them to be in schools right now. So the slow start to the school year hasn't been a reality for me this year. But I always like to be a part of the Steam blog hop! Nothing I like better than a good, steamy scene between characters who are fated to be together.
In this book, Melanie and Marcus fell in love many years ago--when they were both in college. But their lives diverged after graduation. When Marcus' wife files for divorce, he realizes that he made a mistake marrying her--and he goes in search of the one he let get away from him--the only woman he's ever really loved.
Excerpt set-up--In this scene, they're separated by many miles, but talking about the next time they will be able to see each other. Talking on the phone.
"Honey, are you sitting down?" Marcus abruptly changed the subject.
"Yeah, why?" Melanie sounded suspicious.
"Because I want to talk dirty to you for a while. I'm so horny I can't even see straight. Maybe I can make myself come, maybe not. But I know for a fact that I'm having trouble concentrating. I can't allow my job performance to be off even the slightest. Not while I'm trying to get my schedule cleared for your break--not to mention, working on that other problem of ours--finding a place we can live together where we'll both be happy."
"Okay." Melanie sounded hesitant. "But I've never done it over the phone. I don't really know how."
"Actually, neither have I. But I really need you now, and we're too far away to do anything else."
"So how do we start?"
"What are you wearing?" Marcus tried to make his voice sound low and sexy.
Melanie giggled. "You sound like Barry White. Or the start to an obscene phone call in a bad horror movie."
"I was trying to sound sexy." Marcus sounded wounded. "I don't know how to do this either."
"Okay, okay. I'm not wearing anything special--just flannel pajama pants and an old tee shirt. All I was planning on doing was grading papers."
"Why don't you go sit on your bed and talk to me from there?" Marcus suggested.
"Just a minute." There was a short pause. "All right. I'm on my bed now, sitting back against the headboard. Now what?"
"I'm sitting in my computer chair, and it's fully adjustable. I'd really love to have you on my lap right about now, so I could sink myself into your hot pussy."
"Ooh, I'm starting to get really hot now, too." Melanie purred into the phone. "So, what are you wearing?"
"Only a pair of boxer shorts."
"Silk?"
"Yes."
"Oh God..."
"Why don't you take off your shirt and touch those beautiful breasts of yours? Like I would if I was there?" Marcus was breathing heavier into the phone.
"I am." Melanie was breathing faster also.
"Tell me what you're doing and how it feels."
"I'm stroking the nipples and twisting them, pretending that it's your mouth doing it."
"Yes it would be, if I was there. Now take off your pants too, so I can smell you over the phone."
"You really are a bad boy, aren't you?" Melanie asked in a breathy tone.
"Yes I am. Are you a bad girl, too?"
"Yes I am. In fact, without you even telling me to, I'm touching myself down there, like you would if you were here."
"Now dip your finger into your pussy, then taste it--tell me what you are thinking." Marcus was having real trouble making clear words.
"Ooh! Baby! Feels so good."
"Now listen to me, Melanie." Marcus tried to concentrate on his words. "What you are smelling and tasting, is why I call you honey. I don't want you remembering that asshole you used to date so long ago. In fact, I don't want you thinking about other men at all. I just want you to remember that to me, you taste like the finest honey I have ever had the privilege to have in my mouth."
He heard the sound of a long breath being sucked in, followed by a sigh. Marcus knew that she had come for the first time already. He increased the speed and pressure of his stroking, trying to maintain enough blood in his brain to keep talking. "Now put your finger even deeper into yourself, honey." His voice was ragged. "How does that feel?"
"Not nearly as good as when it's your finger, but it's making me even hotter."
"Do you feel how your muscles grip so strong? So tight that I have to fight myself not to come the instant I'm in your body?"
"Yes." She seemed distant, as if she was not really listening to him anymore. "I can feel myself gripping my fingers. I'm stroking in and out, in and out. Oh God, I'm going to come again!"
At the sound of her small shriek, Marcus pumped himself, lost control, and gave himself over to the orgasm that was intense enough to make him groan.
"Was it good for you, too?" She gasped into the phone.
"Yes." He was trying to get his breath back to normal.
"Well, then, Dr. Marcus. I think we finally found something to share that we were both virgins at."
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Find out more about this book at: www.fionamcgier.com/stand-alones.html
In this book, Melanie and Marcus fell in love many years ago--when they were both in college. But their lives diverged after graduation. When Marcus' wife files for divorce, he realizes that he made a mistake marrying her--and he goes in search of the one he let get away from him--the only woman he's ever really loved.
Excerpt set-up--In this scene, they're separated by many miles, but talking about the next time they will be able to see each other. Talking on the phone.
"Honey, are you sitting down?" Marcus abruptly changed the subject.
"Yeah, why?" Melanie sounded suspicious.
"Because I want to talk dirty to you for a while. I'm so horny I can't even see straight. Maybe I can make myself come, maybe not. But I know for a fact that I'm having trouble concentrating. I can't allow my job performance to be off even the slightest. Not while I'm trying to get my schedule cleared for your break--not to mention, working on that other problem of ours--finding a place we can live together where we'll both be happy."
"Okay." Melanie sounded hesitant. "But I've never done it over the phone. I don't really know how."
"Actually, neither have I. But I really need you now, and we're too far away to do anything else."
"So how do we start?"
"What are you wearing?" Marcus tried to make his voice sound low and sexy.
Melanie giggled. "You sound like Barry White. Or the start to an obscene phone call in a bad horror movie."
"I was trying to sound sexy." Marcus sounded wounded. "I don't know how to do this either."
"Okay, okay. I'm not wearing anything special--just flannel pajama pants and an old tee shirt. All I was planning on doing was grading papers."
"Why don't you go sit on your bed and talk to me from there?" Marcus suggested.
"Just a minute." There was a short pause. "All right. I'm on my bed now, sitting back against the headboard. Now what?"
"I'm sitting in my computer chair, and it's fully adjustable. I'd really love to have you on my lap right about now, so I could sink myself into your hot pussy."
"Ooh, I'm starting to get really hot now, too." Melanie purred into the phone. "So, what are you wearing?"
"Only a pair of boxer shorts."
"Silk?"
"Yes."
"Oh God..."
"Why don't you take off your shirt and touch those beautiful breasts of yours? Like I would if I was there?" Marcus was breathing heavier into the phone.
"I am." Melanie was breathing faster also.
"Tell me what you're doing and how it feels."
"I'm stroking the nipples and twisting them, pretending that it's your mouth doing it."
"Yes it would be, if I was there. Now take off your pants too, so I can smell you over the phone."
"You really are a bad boy, aren't you?" Melanie asked in a breathy tone.
"Yes I am. Are you a bad girl, too?"
"Yes I am. In fact, without you even telling me to, I'm touching myself down there, like you would if you were here."
"Now dip your finger into your pussy, then taste it--tell me what you are thinking." Marcus was having real trouble making clear words.
"Ooh! Baby! Feels so good."
"Now listen to me, Melanie." Marcus tried to concentrate on his words. "What you are smelling and tasting, is why I call you honey. I don't want you remembering that asshole you used to date so long ago. In fact, I don't want you thinking about other men at all. I just want you to remember that to me, you taste like the finest honey I have ever had the privilege to have in my mouth."
He heard the sound of a long breath being sucked in, followed by a sigh. Marcus knew that she had come for the first time already. He increased the speed and pressure of his stroking, trying to maintain enough blood in his brain to keep talking. "Now put your finger even deeper into yourself, honey." His voice was ragged. "How does that feel?"
"Not nearly as good as when it's your finger, but it's making me even hotter."
"Do you feel how your muscles grip so strong? So tight that I have to fight myself not to come the instant I'm in your body?"
"Yes." She seemed distant, as if she was not really listening to him anymore. "I can feel myself gripping my fingers. I'm stroking in and out, in and out. Oh God, I'm going to come again!"
At the sound of her small shriek, Marcus pumped himself, lost control, and gave himself over to the orgasm that was intense enough to make him groan.
"Was it good for you, too?" She gasped into the phone.
"Yes." He was trying to get his breath back to normal.
"Well, then, Dr. Marcus. I think we finally found something to share that we were both virgins at."
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Find out more about this book at: www.fionamcgier.com/stand-alones.html
