Thanks Maggie for hosting me at your blog today! I’m stopping in for a quick hello, as I’m supposed to be in the writing dungeon finishing up Book Two in the Uniform Encounters series (shhh…don’t tell anyone I’ve escaped – might as well grab some chocolate as well while I’m here.) But as long as I’ve come up for air, I thought I’d talk about something that pops up (literally) in Book One, Set Ablaze.
Ever have one of those “oops” moments? I’m talking about when you either walk in on someone – or gasp – they walk in on you in the middle of some hanky and panky. Yowza. I had a situation one time where I was dating this very hot young guy, but he had just moved to the area, so he was crashing at his sister’s place. It was a one bedroom apartment, so he had the couch. We came back from dinner and a movie one night, and it was the first time I was there with him when we were alone. Or so I thought.
He neglected to mention that his sister was asleep in the bedroom; I just assumed he wouldn’t be crawling all over me if she were home. So there I was, naked and grinding away on top of Mr. Luscious (oh yes – he was quite delectable), and the bedroom door bursts open. Without even acknowledging our existence, she goes into the kitchen, pops the light on, and opens the refrigerator door, where she proceeds to survey the contents, trying to decide which midnight snack she prefers.
I had immediately frozen on top of my own midnight snack, and was watching this, completely flabbergasted. My oblivious date shook me and goes, “Why did you stop?” Hot or not, I decided this whole family arrangement was a little too creepy for me, so I quickly jumped off of him and grabbed my dress. Suddenly his sister seems to notice us. She takes in the situation, and says , “Oh, don’t worry about me, I’ll be out of here in a sec.”
I suddenly remembered that I had to get up early in the morning for something, I really should go, etc., etc., and I grabbed my stuff and bolted. Yikes. Hey – for some people, that might not have been a big deal, but I prefer not to share my carnal behavior with other members of my partner’s family – sort of a personal boundary, you know? Have any of you ever either walked in on, or had someone walk in on you when you were doing the nasty? Comment below, and I will randomly pick someone to receive an ecopy of my new release “Set Ablaze”. In the following excerpt, Tom drops in on Fire Chief Eric – at a rather inopportune time.
From “Set Ablaze”, available now from Total E Bound Publishing
It was ten p.m. when he arrived at the station, and his pulse quickened a little when he saw the light still on in the chief’s office as he pulled in the driveway. If he kept driving past the garage where the engines were kept and parked by the sleeping quarters, the office would be completely obscured from any of the guys on shift—even if they went outside for a smoke. Tom noticed a tan Ford Bronco parked at the end where the office was. That must be the chief’s ride. Exactly what he would have pictured him in.
Tom was about to continue pulling all the way in, when he thought of something. Maybe he could just drop in and thank Eric again for the opportunity. Who knew when else he might be able to see him without anyone else around?
Stupid. It’s late at night, I’m sure he doesn’t want to be bothered.
Tom sat there letting the car idle while he wrestled with his gut instinct—the one that was telling him it was a bad idea. Then a wonderful realisation hit him—he’d promised the chief he would drop off a copy of his most recent physical as he was stuttering and bumbling out of his office earlier. Tom put the car in park, and jumped out. He opened the back lift gate, and rummaged around for the paper he’d brought with him.
Yeah, it was still a little weird, but he could at least say that he’d seen the light on, and thought it would be easiest for him to drop it off on his way in to his shift. His heart thumping in his chest, Tom grabbed the document, parked his car properly, and started to walk towards the office door, surprised to note that his legs actually felt a little shaky.
I must be more tired than I realised, that’s all.
He reached the door to the building, and it was unlocked, so he went ahead and pulled it open. The waiting area and Keri’s office were completely dark, but there was a sliver of light coming from the partially opened door to the chief’s office. He heard a groan.
Oh shit, is he okay?
Tom ran forward and was about to burst into the office when he heard another voice, a younger male one.
“Oh yeah, you like that, don’t you, Mr Anderson? You like it when I squeeze your cock and play with the tip like that, don’t you? You see—you need me. I’m going to show you how much more you need me when I lick your balls and then suck the juice right out of your fucking huge cock. Here I come, baby…”
Tom heard an even louder groan, and Chief Anderson’s voice, “Oh God, Brad, I can’t believe how good that feels. But I…”
“You want me to stop? Is that it? Okay, if you don’t need my tongue doing this to you…”
Tom heard a whimper.
“Or this…”
What is he doing? What is he doing?
Tom was bombarded with a flurry of emotions—surprise, lust, jealousy, curiosity. He didn’t know what to do. God, the chief wasn’t straight after all. But if Tom got caught… He was so curious, but he didn’t dare creep any farther. He should just leave that very second.
The chief moaned some more, and Tom could tell the man was nearing climax. Christ, if he didn’t get out of there soon, he would be too. He’d need to get his boner to go down before he could even head over to start work. What a night! Tom turned around to leave, and bumped his leg against the magazine table. Without thinking, he cried out.
“Who’s there?”
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Morticia Knight Author Bio
Erotic Romance author Morticia Knight enjoys a good saucy tale, whether it is contemporary, paranormal, historical, ménage, M/M or BDSM - she loves it all! One of her passions is bringing people's fantasies to life on the page, because life is too short for even one boring moment. Her stories are volcanic in heat, deep in emotion, and sprinkled with doses of humor. When not indulging in her passion for books, she loves the outdoors, film and music. Once upon a time she was the singer in an indie rock band that toured the West Coast and charted on U.S. college radio. She is currently working on a Three-Book series called Uniform Encounters set in the Southwest that features those yummy men in uniform, and a steampunk horror ménage.
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