Catching Up Week

I went back to work this week and talk about being a at dead run! My job as a quality assurance coach isn't difficult, just often time consuming. In order to meet production for the month, I have to evaluate a certain number of recorded company calls per day. Changes went into effect while I was out. By time I waded through emails, more stuff began changing. My boss and I agreed that next time we both decide to take vacation at the same time, we're telling the department no changes till we're back! Not likely to happen but worth dreaming about even for a few moments.

SHAPE SHIFTER BLUES is moving along. Due to the screwy work week, I've not gotten more edited to share. Instead, I'm posting a scene from my contemporary menage, Jet Lag Blues. The heat level is sizzling due the external temperatures outdoors. This will have your internal thermostat off the chart as well. My two heroes (Mason and Darryl) and their lovely heroine (Val) are playing an adult version of strip spin the bottle/truth or dare. Mason is waiting to find out Val's decision on strip or kissing versus answering a daring question truthfully.

EXCERPT:

Val stifled another yawn. He wasn’t too far behind her. The effects of the wine began reaching the rest of him. A sense of relaxed wooziness ebbed and flowed the sleepier he felt. His eyes felt gritty and he wanted to close them.

“So kiss or strip,” Darryl prompted and snickered. “I think Mason’s already decided for you.”

“Huh?” Mason jumped and his eyes flew open. Damn, he’d shut them and practically dozed off.

“Hmm-m-m-m-m” Val twittered. “I think I’ll kiss both of you.”

“Think you’re up to it?” Darryl winked and leaned forward.

Darryl’s leer sent a shiver down Mason’s back. Val’s making a face in response didn’t help either. He’d swear these two had a private challenge going on. How the hell had he ended up in the middle?

“Yes I am. Mason gets the first kiss.” Val held out her hand and faced him.

Mason leaned toward her and offered his cheek.

“No. Face me please.”

His throat went dry. He could feel every beat of his heart. Val inched closer.

“Put your legs out in front of you. I’m gonna sit on your lap.” She scooted tight to him and rose on her knees.

“You sure you’re OK with this?” he asked, eyeing Darryl.

Darryl’s silent nod sent ripples through his jittery stomach and a hiccup rattling up his throat. He tried taking a deep breath hoping to thwart the ensuing result. No such luck. “Hic! Hic!”

Val giggled and cupped his cheek as she moved closer. “Poor Mason. It’s all right. Val’s gonna kiss you and make it all better.”

Make it all better? His cock lept out of deep slumber and stood at attention wanting to get in on the action. Swell, now he had a boner to explain. Leave it to his quirky sense of humor to kick in. His ego chided, “Yeah Val, wanna kiss that and make it better too?” Sometimes he wondered if he had a huge masochistic streak or a sadistic one where he was the brunt of both.

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