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College senior Lillian "Lilliput" Richards really should move on from her side job of babysitting Stevie, the 10-year-old son of the exceedingly delicious Major Logan Jones. She's got a big girl's job to go with her big girl curves and has spent the summer racing between a downtown office building and the major's home.
Leaving Stevie isn't an option. She is very fond of her junior sidekick and, more importantly, the boy is missing his mom after the woman went AWOL to discover herself eight months ago. Oh, and there's another reason for staying -- Lily has been working a huge crush on the major for years. One-sided, of course. Not only is the major newly divorced and treats Lily like she's part of the family, but the man is hot enough to melt glaciers. There's not a thing a man like Logan could want with his plump, young and seemingly sedate babysitter.
At least that's what Lily thinks until a sexting skirmish with her best friend goes awry and brings the major rushing home. With all her dirty little fantasies about Logan and pictures of her lush body in the phone he's now holding, is Logan there to fuck or fire her?
EXCERPT
"I think I'm going to puke."
"No, you're not." The words emerged softly but were clearly a command. Logan rubbed his palm up and down my back. "Take slow, deep breaths."
His voice cracked at the end and his hand stopped rubbing to rest flat against the lower back of my neck. The warmth of his touch seeped into my skin, relaxing the muscles in my neck and shoulders.
He shifted a little as his free hand dipped into his ACU pocket and retrieved my phone. I thought for a second he would finally give the phone back. I lifted my head just enough from between my legs to look at him.
"Not there yet, baby. Concentrate on breathing." He lightly pressed my head down. His hand returned to the same spot at the base of my neck, his thumb lightly stroking the curve between my throat and shoulder.
The clicks coming from the phone told me he was navigating its menu. Every few clicks, the thumb stroking my flesh stopped or slowed. Trying hard not to shake, I mentally inventoried the phone's contents. Dozens of texts to Emy graphically detailed all the things I wanted to do to Logan and have done to me. Plus there were half a dozen pictures, just as graphic, that I hadn't deleted.
When audio started playing, I remembered there was more than just text and photos. There was a video at least thirty seconds long showing the vibrator in me, my hips rocking, clit pinched between my fingertips as I moaned Logan's name.
I turned my head just enough that I could watch his face. He chewed at his lower lip, the right nostril flaring as his brow arched high. He flinched the slightest bit when, given the sounds coming from the speaker, I came. He cleared his throat, the noise small and muted, and then he turned the phone off and shoved it back in his pocket.
He had stopped stroking me while the video played. Now the palm of his hand massaged its way up my neck. His fingers spread out then threaded through my hair in a tight grip. Gently yet forcefully, he pulled me up until my back was against the cushion, his other hand curled against my lower stomach to keep me trapped.
Gaze locked on my face, Logan smoothed his fingers down to the hem of my skirt. He lifted its edge and rubbed the flat of his nails softly along my inner thigh, front to back. The hand cradling my head slid closer to my face. His fingers caressed a slow, tight circle behind my ear lobe.
…
"Baby, all those things you texted about..." He paused and his teeth grazed my jaw. "I'm going to do every last one of them tonight."
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This 21,000+ word Curve title is a BBW mirror of the 6900+ word Sexting Major Jones. SMJ will be extended (no ETA) with non-BBW dynamics and SMJ's store file will be updated. Gmail wickedchrista for an SMJ only update notice.
College senior Lillian "Lilliput" Richards really should move on from her side job of babysitting Stevie, the 10-year-old son of the exceedingly delicious Major Logan Jones. She's got a big girl's job to go with her big girl curves and has spent the summer racing between a downtown office building and the major's home.
Leaving Stevie isn't an option. She is very fond of her junior sidekick and, more importantly, the boy is missing his mom after the woman went AWOL to discover herself eight months ago. Oh, and there's another reason for staying -- Lily has been working a huge crush on the major for years. One-sided, of course. Not only is the major newly divorced and treats Lily like she's part of the family, but the man is hot enough to melt glaciers. There's not a thing a man like Logan could want with his plump, young and seemingly sedate babysitter.
At least that's what Lily thinks until a sexting skirmish with her best friend goes awry and brings the major rushing home. With all her dirty little fantasies about Logan and pictures of her lush body in the phone he's now holding, is Logan there to fuck or fire her?
EXCERPT
"I think I'm going to puke."
"No, you're not." The words emerged softly but were clearly a command. Logan rubbed his palm up and down my back. "Take slow, deep breaths."
His voice cracked at the end and his hand stopped rubbing to rest flat against the lower back of my neck. The warmth of his touch seeped into my skin, relaxing the muscles in my neck and shoulders.
He shifted a little as his free hand dipped into his ACU pocket and retrieved my phone. I thought for a second he would finally give the phone back. I lifted my head just enough from between my legs to look at him.
"Not there yet, baby. Concentrate on breathing." He lightly pressed my head down. His hand returned to the same spot at the base of my neck, his thumb lightly stroking the curve between my throat and shoulder.
The clicks coming from the phone told me he was navigating its menu. Every few clicks, the thumb stroking my flesh stopped or slowed. Trying hard not to shake, I mentally inventoried the phone's contents. Dozens of texts to Emy graphically detailed all the things I wanted to do to Logan and have done to me. Plus there were half a dozen pictures, just as graphic, that I hadn't deleted.
When audio started playing, I remembered there was more than just text and photos. There was a video at least thirty seconds long showing the vibrator in me, my hips rocking, clit pinched between my fingertips as I moaned Logan's name.
I turned my head just enough that I could watch his face. He chewed at his lower lip, the right nostril flaring as his brow arched high. He flinched the slightest bit when, given the sounds coming from the speaker, I came. He cleared his throat, the noise small and muted, and then he turned the phone off and shoved it back in his pocket.
He had stopped stroking me while the video played. Now the palm of his hand massaged its way up my neck. His fingers spread out then threaded through my hair in a tight grip. Gently yet forcefully, he pulled me up until my back was against the cushion, his other hand curled against my lower stomach to keep me trapped.
Gaze locked on my face, Logan smoothed his fingers down to the hem of my skirt. He lifted its edge and rubbed the flat of his nails softly along my inner thigh, front to back. The hand cradling my head slid closer to my face. His fingers caressed a slow, tight circle behind my ear lobe.
…
"Baby, all those things you texted about..." He paused and his teeth grazed my jaw. "I'm going to do every last one of them tonight."
**********
This 21,000+ word Curve title is a BBW mirror of the 6900+ word Sexting Major Jones. SMJ will be extended (no ETA) with non-BBW dynamics and SMJ's store file will be updated. Gmail wickedchrista for an SMJ only update notice.
Yay! I'm a fan of Sexting Major Jones, and am looking forward to reading Sexting Curves! Question, what does "no eta" mean?
ReplyDeleteHi :) It means that the Sexting Major Jones extension is still in progress and I don't have an estimated finish date (or, as the acronym goes, an estimated time of arrival).
Deletelol, silly me:P Thanks for the quick reply!
ReplyDeleteloved this book!! any hope for a sequel?? i'd love to read even more about lily & logan :-)
ReplyDeleteI promise I'll think about it :D
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