It’s out! My newest erotica eBook is available: After Hours: An Erotica Story.
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Brooke loves her job. Where else could she make extra cash while spending her days eating ice cream and talking on the phone?
The only thing missing from her life is a confident, mature man–qualities severely lacking from anyone she’s recently dated.
She’s been house sitting for Mr. Hightower off and on for months and never thought of him as anything more than an employer, despite his toned physique and his bold outlook on life. He’s a baseball coach, used to giving orders and people following them.
In his living room finishing up a shift, she overhears him giving some of these…instructions. She closes her eyes and fantasizes about them in a much different context. Right there and then, she hatches a plan to make him hers.
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If you’d like, read below for a sample of the story.
After Hours: An Erotica Story
Brooke loved her job. Where else could she make extra cash while spending her days eating ice cream and talking on the phone? Everything about the arrangement worked out for her, and it was the perfect job to do in-between semesters at college.
The only tasks she had to do was water the lawn once a day and make sure the place didn’t burn down, which gave Brooke ample opportunity to lounge around Mr. Hightower’s suburban home–and even sneak in her boyfriend from time to time.
With Devin in the living room, clicking away at some stupid video game, Brooke gave her freshly adorned body a quick glance. Everything was in place. There was no way he could miss these clues.
Blazing red lipstick? Check.
Blonde hair cascading over her bare shoulders? Check.
Dipping neckline? Check.
Thigh-high leather boots? Check.
Naughty grin? Check.
Brooke was ready. But she wasn’t so sure Devin was.
Devin could be sluggish in the bedroom–and everywhere else for that matter. He never seemed eager to do anything that didn’t involve a game controller and a bowl of snacks. That cute face and dopey, pothead attitude that she’d first found adorable had lost its appeal. But maybe her sexy attire might wake him up. If it didn’t, nothing would.
She sauntered into the living room, hands on her hips and mouth locked in a playful pout. “How do you like it?” she asked.
Devin didn’t look up. “It’s awesome,” he grunted. “Especially the speakers. I can really hear all the details of the game.”
Her hands fell off her hips. “Not Mr. Hightower’s TV. I meant my clothes. You know, what I’m wearing. I picked it out at the mall yesterday. I told you about it on the phone. Remember?”
Again, he didn’t look up. “It’s cool.”
“How can you tell?”
“Cause you always look nice.”
Nice wasn’t exactly the word she was going for. She slipped closer to him, resting a hand on his shoulder. “You know…we don’t have long before Mr. Hightower gets back.”
“Which means if there’s anything you want to do before he gets back, we better do it now.”
“Doesn’t that give you any ideas, babe?”
“Yeah, it does.”
He stood up and walked into the kitchen. “I better grab those tater tots before your boss gets back. You should ask where his wife buys these things. They’re way better than the other brands. They’re probably from Idaho or something.”
She slumped into a chair and sighed. “He’s divorced. There is no Mrs. Hightower.”
“Cool. Maybe you could ask him then.”
Staring at the paused game, she envied its ability to hold her boyfriend’s attention. Something wasn’t right. Her fantasies were filled with passionate, “take charge” men, but they weren’t easy to find in college. Even maintaining an open relationship with Devin hadn’t helped much. As awful as he was, he was fairly typical for guys his age. Nothing on his mind but video games, porn, and snacks.
“Devin, do you have any dreams?”
“Yeah,” he called from the kitchen. “And they’re really trippy too. Especially if I go to bed high. Like the other night, I had this dream I was flying over a forest and saw this grizzly bear down below and was like–”
“No, that’s not what I meant. I mean passions, desires. Do you have anything you want to do with your life?”
“Yeah, probably. I can imagine myself helping people, and stuff like that.”
“Okay, that’s a start. Like doing–”
The sound of a car pulling into the driveway sent her scurrying into the bathroom. “Shit! I need to change. And you need to get out of here!”
(end of sample)