We definitely had a
hot week and I'm so glad I got rid of most of the yucky upper respiratory crud.
We're due for some major storms later today so that should be interesting.
I'm still not quite
caught up on my work projects but I'm making headway. Thankfully none of them
have red line due dates. I did manage to finish a proofread and will be sending
it on its merry way later today. I still have another proofread and a copy edit
to work on this week.
Had an almost
nonexistent viewing week. Between playing catch up on my work projects and still
being kind of bleh, I stuck with my comfort viewing of Perry Mason and Midsomer
Murders. I did work in a few binge episodes of Death in Paradise on
regular television.
That said, I did
start the new season of My Life Is Murder and I'm loving the premiere
episode so far. So nice to have Alexa and Madison back!
That's pretty much
it for the life update this week. Tonight's post is from Temporary Fallout,
a novella that got a start with a writing community prompt.
Here's the
miniblurb:
Witter Benson is called in from the field to take over
when the head of a security firm—and his father—is shot and it's a job he
doesn't want. His partner, Lane Stahl, tracks down the responsible party and
Witter leaves to help her bring in the culprit, regardless of the problems his
absence will create. With the future uncertain, Witter knows one thing for
sure—the fallout he'll face is worth bringing in the person who caused harm to
his family.
And a snippety peek…
Witter Benson nudged Lane Stahl's
thighs apart then licked a trail from her belly button down to the apex of her
legs. "Been waiting over a week to do this…" His tongue delved
between her folds then swiped over her clit.
Lane gave a low moan. "Gonna
have to stop getting separated during egress. But that diversionary tactic is
one we'll use for future training." Her fingers threaded through his hair.
A burst of pride filled him. He'd come
up with and executed the plan on the fly and it worked, buying the time they
needed to get a family out of a nasty spot.
Sliding two fingers inside her
core, he fluttered them over her g-spot. Lane hissed out a breath, squirming
under his teasing onslaught. He'd give her relief soon … he couldn't wait to be
buried deep and making up for lost time.
Lane draped a leg over his
shoulder. "Witt, not that I don't love when you go down on me, but don't
make me wait. It's been over a week." Her heel nudged his back.
Witter withdrew and kissed his way
upward, stopping to lavish attention on each breast before settling his groin
at her hips and entering her with a smooth thrust.
Lane made a satisfied hum low in
her throat. "This one's gonna be fast for me." She rolled her pelvis,
meeting his on the downstroke.
Witter nuzzled her neck.
"Quick and dirty for the opener. Slow and steady for the encore." After
that … well, who knew?
Lane writhed beneath him. "Mmmm
… I like the sound of that." Her calves wrapped around his torso and her
hands grasped his biceps.
Witter picked up his pace, edging
closer to a release. He went deep and rotated his hips, grinding against her
sensitive bundle of nerves. Lane gasped, her fingers digging into her skin.
When she shuddered through her orgasm, he pulled back and drove forward two
more times before he came, her name a strangled oath erupting from his mouth.
Collapsing sideways, he scooped her
close with one arm, a kaleidoscope of colors bursting behind his eyelids and a
roaring buzz thundering in his ears. Once he caught his breath, the vibrating
jolt didn't stop.
Lane nudged him with her elbow.
"That's your phone." She reached out and snagged the device from the
nightstand.
Witter answered with his best terse
tone. "Benson. This better be good." He'd put in for forty-eight
hours downtime.
The voice on the other end shattered
the blissful vibe with a few terrible words. "Adam Zebra. Baker Adam
David." The call ended.
He didn't need more information.
"Fuck." The translation amounted to the head of the security firm
went down and the outlook sucked ass.
Lane propped up on her elbows.
"Tell me." She already knew the news wouldn't be good.
Witter sat up and swung his legs
over the edge of the bed. "We gotta go in. My dad's been shot." He
met her gaze. "Doesn't look good."
This one is barely
started but I'm loving the possibilities of where these two characters can go.
That's it for this
week. Happy reading!
Skylin
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