Crawl in Bed With Sara - A Second Date?
*crawls across bed and settles on pillows* Important
things first, are these sheets silk or cotton? Cotton,
I’m all about comfort, and for me, comfort starts with cotton. Of course the
thread count is off the charts so it’s soft as a porn stars behind. Well, a
very young twink porn star, not a bear.
*Blinks* Oh sorry...I was momentarily distracted by your use of imagery. Strictly literary moment, there. Yeah, that's what it was. So, what
are you wearing? It’s cold now, so I’m bundled up in
my sweats, not sexy but then again it’s comfortable. It does have Minnie Mouse
on the front though!
Who says sweats aren't sexy? I"m wearing my flannel pj's and no one's ever complained about them lacking sex appeal. What
are we snacking on in bed while we read tonight? For
you, I brought in some wine and strawberries. Normally there is a no food in
bed policy, but I’ll break it today.
Ooooh, nice! This is a lovely wine. And strawberries! Fantastic! If
I open this nightstand drawer, what will I find? Underwear,
thongs mostly and earplugs. You will also find my Kindle. The good stuff is
locked away in a safe, I have kids and they snoop.
*looks at kindle* I"m tempted to scoop that up and see what you've been reading. I"ll resist though. Do
you roll up in the blankets like a burrito, or kick the covers off during the
night? Both. I know, it’s psychotic to do both in the
same night, but sometimes I get hot. Snuggle time is important though, so we
need to scoot close.
Can
I put my cold feet on your calves to warm them up? Babe,
just snuggle up, I won’t bite. Well, I might nibble, but I won’t leave marks. I
do lick and grope though.
Oh, I like a little biting...Ahem. *looks around* Y'all didn't hear that. What
are we reading? Not That Type of Guy a new thriller,
which I have to say that Lee gave me the name for this book. So thank you Lee!
What?
I did? How? When? ---
Blurb
When
CIA assassin Aiden Johnson is trapped between a bathroom wall and a hard man,
he chooses the hard man, much to his surprise. Aiden doesn’t want to admit he’s
gay, but his first stumble into man love leaves him disoriented, searching for
answers and desperate to find the truth. He covers his real desires by dating
an ultra hot girl, but it’s the guy sitting a few tables away that draws his
attention.
Super
nice and attractive Doctor Trace Williams is so special he seems like an angel
to Aiden. Their first kiss blows Aiden away. That Trace sees into his soul,
even when Aiden is trying to hide everything, pisses him off. Aiden needs Trace
in his life, but once Trace finds out the truth about Aiden’s job, will they
have any part of their relationship left?
What would you do if
your lover ripped apart the very foundation of what you believed?
Excerpt
Announcements were made, and people
stood. Chuck jumped up from his seat and took a step towards Javad. This is
where the plan could easily go wrong. They’d spent days working out, practicing
and running through how to get Javad to smoothly take the coin Chuck offered.
It wasn’t a normal coin, but one covered in a film that when introduced to the
subject, made the poison in Aiden’s ring more potent. The chemical on the coin
had no scent, no taste and no color. The subject would never know he’d been
given a doctored coin.
Chuck bent down, his face full of surprise,
just like they’d rehearsed. “Wow, this is cool.”
A few people turned to check out the
interruption in their boring commute. Javad didn’t move.
“Huh, interesting.” Chuck stood and
moved his head to look at all the passengers.
The men with Javad were getting antsy
like Aiden knew they would. Aiden hated and loved this part of their missions.
Sure, it was easy to stand two thousand yards from a mark and pump lead into
him, but where was the fun in that? Personally, Aiden could waste an orange at
three thousand yards; a human at two was chump change. Working a person up
close allowed for much more creativity, and the creative aspect of this job
kept him from going crazy.
“This must be yours.” Chuck held the
gold Iranian coin out for Javad to take.
The coin wasn’t anything over the top.
Just a piece they’d picked up from a corrupt eBay dealer after the government
had shut him down, worth about a hundred to two hundred American. Enough to
make Javad want it, but not enough to make him recoil.
It was common knowledge Javad loved
coin collecting and often carried pieces of his collection with him when he
travelled. He would bring them out to show off, so it was reasonable to assume
he might have a coin of worth in his pocket.
Javad took the bait. He fingered the
gold coin, rubbing his thumb across the surface and examining the marks on the
front and back. His eyes grew larger for a millisecond then he broke into a
huge smile.
“Ahh, thank you very much. I seem to
have lost something important this morning. Ali, give him a twenty pound note.”
“No, I don’t need anything for giving
you back what was yours. It’s nothing.”
Aiden could have said Chuck’s lines for
him since they’d rehearsed the interaction so many times. They knew their mark,
knew what he would do when given the coin and how he would react. Chuck played
the dumb American tourist to a T, reveling in the stereotypes, almost too much.
Had Chuck not just sucked him off he would give into the pleasure of seeing the
big guy work, but now Aiden couldn’t look at Chuck without popping wood.
“I insist.” Again, Javad didn’t stray
from what they’d assumed he would do. They’d done their homework and knew the
man.
The train pulled to a stop and the
doors opened. Javad stood, his movements spry for a man in his sixties. But
Javad didn’t go the way they'd predicted. Instead, he moved away from Aiden
towards the far exit, tossing a wrench in their careful plans.
Aiden improvised. He folded his paper,
careful of the poison wrapped around his ring finger. They’d joked about the
delivery method. Poison wedding band, just like the real thing.
Aiden jumped up and pushed forward.
Javad’s rear guard blocked the aisle. Aiden hated they were going to miss their
opportunity to strike. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Chuck move and bump
into the rear guard. The guard’s face went red as Chuck used his bulk to push
the guard into the row of seats opposite of him.
Aiden used the opening to pass the
guard and come right up on the back of Javad. Before he could deliver the
poison, he tripped and fell forward. He yelped, and Javad spun around, reached
out and grasped onto Aiden, supporting his body weight. Aiden purposely thought
about Chuck’s mouth on his cock, forcing a blush and making him look
embarrassed. He reached forward and grabbed onto Javad’s arm, letting the
poison ring prick the terrorist’s skin through his coat
Javad didn’t flinch. Aiden knew exactly
what the stick from the ring felt like, knew how much force to make the small
needle sink into the other man’s arm through the clothing he wore. Knew exactly
how to move to keep Javad unaware of the poison introduced to his system.
If Aiden had done his job right, the
terrorist had no clue what really happened and, judging from the utter lack of
reaction from Javad, Aiden had done exactly what he’d meant to do.
“I’m so sorry. I’m such a klutz. Pardon
me,” Aiden said.
Aiden shook his head, again pushing the
thought of Chuck on his knees to the front of his mind, leaving him stammering
with sweat popping out on his face, the perfect reaction of embarrassment and
awkwardness to cover for the cold hatred running through his blood. He
struggled not to think of the fifteen women and seventy children who’d been
murdered by this man’s work. He didn’t think of the pictures hung on the board
in their war room. The bomb blast that killed four babies last May, which Javad
had financed, didn’t cross his mind. Only Chuck, his eyes staring up at him as
he opened his mouth and sucked in Aiden’s cock.
“It is fine. Are you feeling unwell?”
Javad asked in perfect English.
“No, no, I’m fine. Just a bit clumsy,
that’s all. I’m so sorry.”
Javad helped Aiden right himself, and
waved off his angry guards.
“Be careful,” Javad said.
“Sorry.” Aiden watched as Javad and his
guards moved on. He picked up his newspaper and left the train, following after
Javad and his entourage. The guards glanced back, but left him alone. Aiden
stopped by a support pole and mopped his brow with a hanky, playing up his role
as a bumbling idiot. He took the time to place the cover back on the small
needle on the ring to avoid an accidental stick, so practiced in this task; no
one would have any idea what he’d done.
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