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Blurb:
Fire Chief Pearce Johnson has been struggling with his
attraction to fellow team member and special ops guy Mitch Morelli. In the
sauna, long looks turn into a steamy self-love encounter. Pearce runs home and
tells his wife of fifteen years all about it—resulting in a five-alarm blaze
between them.
Ellie has always suspected her husband would crave another
relationship with a man. When he brings Mitch into their fantasies, she
encourages Pearce to explore this newfound sexual link even as she longs for
the big Italian firefighter to visit their bed. But taming two firemen might be
tougher than she thinks.
Mitch can’t get enough of his rugged chief and Ellie’s
femininity. But on the job, his boss pushes him away and purposely avoids
working with him. Wounded, Mitch is finished trying to see his lover’s point of
view, until one perilous event makes them all wake up and realize love is too
precious to ignore.
Excerpt RATED STEAMING PANTIES ADULT:
At the
familiar jangle of her husband’s keys in the lock, a tingle shot down Ellie’s
spine. She flipped open the satin flap of her robe and let her thighs fall
apart slightly, hoping to offer Pearce an enticing view after a hard day at
Firehouse 5.
His
muscled shoulder appeared through the crack in the door and the rest of his
bulky form followed. Her libido kicked into overdrive. For four days, he’d been working back-to-back shifts and
she’d been out of her mind with need. If tonight fell through, she was going to
stow away in his locker and pop out like a Wife Surprise.
She let
him adjust to dim glow of the candlelight. His gaze locked on her and immediate
want flashed behind his hazel eyes. The heavy items he’d been holding thudded
as he dropped them to the floor.
His chest
rumbled. “Mmm. I see I get dessert before the main course.”
Her
nipples bunched at that growl, eager to feel his mouth humming against her
flesh. “Baby, you get anything you want.”
Something
dark slid behind his eyes and he dropped his attention to his steel-toed boots.
He bent to unlace them and toed them off.
Ellie
waited, pulse racing. Damn, she hoped he was seriously up to pouring himself
into a night of lovemaking. She couldn’t wait anymore and the collection of
toys he’d given her to satisfy her bodily wants while he captained the biggest
firehouse in the city wasn’t doing the trick anymore. She needed a real man
between her legs—she needed Pearce.
He
straightened up and met her gaze. Her breath caught half in, half out as she
noted that smolder in his eyes. Everything in her demanded she get up and cross
the room to him, throw herself in his strong arms and seduce him right out of
his tighty whities.
But
tonight he was going to come after her. She deserved it, after he’d made her
wait.
A trickle
of cream escaped her tight folds and oozed down her inner thigh. She spread her
legs farther to allow him a glimpse.
Right on
cue, he groaned. He scrubbed a hand over his face. “Damn, woman, you’ve been
waiting for me.”
“Been
thinking about you for days.” She crooked a finger and he started forward as if
on an invisible puppet thread.
Her heart
raced faster as he neared. His thigh muscles bulged beneath his snug-fitting
jeans and the top two buttons of his shirt were open, giving her a hint of man
chest. Heaviness weighed in her core.
“Darlin’,
I’ve been dying to get home to you too.” He plucked her off the sofa and sank
to the cushions in one swift movement. She found herself cradled on his lap,
legs dangling over one thick thigh and her pussy against his bulging erection.
She
wriggled and snaked her arms around his neck. Even after fifteen years of
marriage, he was all she wanted. She lived, ate and breathed Pearce Johnson.
Long ago, when she’d discovered she couldn’t have his babies, she’d decided
she’d been gifted with an amazing man and she’d make the most of every minute.
Lately, however, she’d felt a strain in him—a strain she hoped was simply fatigue
from working long, stressful hours.
Hopefully
tonight would bring him some ease.
Thanks for reading!
Em Petrova
~where words mean so much more~
www.empetrova.com
