{"id":3130,"date":"2020-12-07T21:01:58","date_gmt":"2020-12-08T05:01:58","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.nomadauthors.com\/blog\/?p=3130"},"modified":"2020-12-04T20:13:13","modified_gmt":"2020-12-05T04:13:13","slug":"unintended-consequences-mfrwsteam","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.nomadauthors.com\/blog\/2020\/12\/07\/unintended-consequences-mfrwsteam\/","title":{"rendered":"Unintended consequences #MFRWsteam"},"content":{"rendered":"

Only a Good Man Will Do<\/strong><\/em><\/a><\/p>\n

Blurb:<\/strong>
\nSeriously anal man seeks woman to enco\"Only<\/a>urage his goals, support his (hopeful) position as Headmaster of Westover Academy, and be purer than Caesar’s wife in order to set a good example. That’s what Daniel wants. Too bad what he gets is one hell of a sexy woman who doesn’t care for rules.<\/p>\n

Buy link:
\n<\/strong>Kindle Unlimited<\/a><\/p>\n

\"MFRWExcerpt:
\n<\/strong>\u201cHello?\u201d Eve\u2019s voice sounded as smooth and sexy as it had last Friday when she\u2019d whispered harder<\/em> into Daniel\u2019s ear. Then, he\u2019d been driving into her. Now he was passively listening over the phone, and still her voice had him hard in seconds.<\/p>\n

Unfortunately, the sex had been on Friday, and this was Monday. A long, lonely weekend had intervened, making his cock twitch in protest that he was on the Westover Academy campus and she was miles away in her apartment above The Bare Moose tavern.<\/p>\n

\u201cDid I interrupt you? Are you already at work?\u201d He hoped not. He wanted her in her apartment, wearing nothing but silky stockings and heels.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, I was changing and thought you might call, so I stopped dressing. I\u2019m stretched out on the bed right now.\u201d<\/p>\n

He couldn\u2019t believe she meant what he thought she meant. \u201cYou\u2019re naked<\/em>?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNaked, hot and wet. Dripping wet, wishing your cock was deep inside me.\u201d Her voice dropped an octave; his dick grew an inch.<\/p>\n

\u201cGod, you\u2019re going to kill me.\u201d Imagining her with no clothes, spread wide and aching for him the way he ached for her, he unzipped his trousers and released his cock from his briefs. His cool hand caressing the shaft didn\u2019t begin to lessen the fiery desire fueling his erection.<\/p>\n

\u201cBaby, it\u2019s what you do to me,\u201d she purred. \u201cMy nipples are at attention, hard and peaked, and I can feel you sucking them. Your mouth is so hot, your tongue is rough on my sensitive skin.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI love your tits, God knows I do, but I want to taste your pussy.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m open and waiting. But I warn you, I\u2019m so close, just a lick will make me come.\u201d<\/p>\n

She thought she<\/em> was close? He couldn\u2019t remember the last time he\u2019d jacked off, and he\u2019d never had phone sex. Jonah had told him once that he had had phone sex and how fucking hot it had been. Daniel hadn’t been able to imagine that it could compare in any way to the real thing\u2014and he was right, of course. But in lieu of the real thing, Jonah was right. It was<\/em> fucking hot.<\/p>\n

“Put your lips on me, Daniel. Lick me up.”<\/p>\n

Titillating nuances, double entendres, maybe a hint that he might get lucky at the end of an evening\u2014that had been the extent of his sensual telephone experiences. Those experiences were as far from this as, well, North Carolina small town life was from Westover Academy. Eve was inviting him to eat her, and there was no way he\u2019d disappoint.<\/p>\n

\u201cSweetheart, I\u2019m gonna do more than lick.\u201d Scrunched down in his leather armchair, still dressed in his suit and gown from class, he stroked his length, only vaguely aware he\u2019d slipped into his Carolina drawl. \u201cYou\u2019re so sweet, Eve, your cream is like honey. And your smell.\u201d Closing his eyes, he inhaled as though his nose could really detect the bouquet of her arousal. \u201cI think in a room of women I could find you just by your scent if you were aroused.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIf you were looking for me, I\u2019d be aroused.\u201d<\/p>\n

Faster and harder, he pumped his dick.<\/p>\n

\u201cIs your clit sensitive? I\u2019ve sucked it into my mouth and it\u2019s swollen and thick against my tongue. And don\u2019t worry, I\u2019ve slipped a couple fingers in your sweet, wet pussy, and we\u2019re jammin\u2019, honey. Most of my face is covered in your juices.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cGod! Can you come with me?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, oh yeah, one second.\u201d His breath caught. He jacked his strokes until his hand was a piston. \u201cNow, sweetheart, now!\u201d Daniel growled the words as his cock pulsed, shooting cum into his palm, which deflected it away from his shirt and vest.<\/p>\n

Caught up in his release, he wasn\u2019t too far gone to hear Eve\u2019s panting breaths and soft whimpers. He wanted her to scream, to wrap herself around him and let the sounds and convulsions of her orgasm reverberate through him.<\/p>\n

Finally, he heard her soft breathing. \u201cEve?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, Tony, thanks so<\/em> much. I\u2019d better go now before my friend Daniel calls.\u201d<\/p>\n

He shot up half-way. \u201cWhat the fu\u2014\u201d Her laughter stopped him dead, and he caught the joke. About to rake his fingers through his hair, he took a look at what covered his palm and reached over to pick up an unused napkin from the coffee table. With some difficulty, he wiped his hand and cleaned himself. \u201cPlease tell me you\u2019re really naked and that wasn\u2019t an act.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBelieve me, Mr. Goodman, that was no act. That was incredible.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThank God. I\u2019ll have to have this suit dry cleaned and I\u2019d hate to think it was for a one-sided hand job.\u201d He chuckled but his voice and tone were once again Daniel Goodman, Ph.D., all trace of North Carolina gone.<\/p>\n

She laughed again. \u201cI like that you called before you even changed clothes. You\u2019re not going to stick me with the cleaning bill, are you?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhen I stick you with something, it won\u2019t be a bill.\u201d He smiled at her chuckle. \u201cHow did you know it was me calling?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, let\u2019s see…\u201d<\/p>\n

In his mind, he pictured her lying on her back and staring at the ceiling, one leg bent and the other across it, swinging as she talked. One finger would be twirling a long strand of her hair, her cheeks would be pink and glowing, and her eyes sparkling with satisfaction. How could he be so in tune with a woman he\u2019d met barely a week ago? It seemed a miracle. For the millionth time he wished she had a nice, respectable job, where she\u2019d fit into the Academy culture and he wouldn\u2019t be risking his career to date her openly.<\/p>\n

About Dee:
\n<\/strong>A few years ago, Dee S. Knight began writing, making getting up in the morning fun. During the day, her characters killed people, fell in love, became drunk with power, or sober with responsibility. And they had sex, lots of sex.<\/p>\n

After a while, Dee split her personality into thirds. She writes as Anne Krist for sweeter romances, and Jenna Stewart for m\u00e9nage and shifter stories. All three of her personas are found on the Nomad Authors website. And all three offer some of the best romance<\/em> you can find! Also, once a month, look for Dee\u2019s Charity Sunday blog posts, where your comment can support a selected charity.<\/p>\n

Where to find her (them):
\n<\/strong>Website: https:\/\/nomadauthors.com<\/a><\/p>\n

Blog: http:\/\/nomadauthors.com\/blog<\/a><\/p>\n

Twitter: http:\/\/twitter.com\/DeeSKnight<\/a><\/p>\n

Facebook: https:\/\/www.facebook.com\/DeeSKnight2018<\/a><\/p>\n

Goodreads: https:\/\/www.goodreads.com\/author\/show\/265222.Dee_S_Knight<\/a><\/p>\n

Amazon: http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/-\/e\/B079BGZNDN<\/a><\/p>\n

Newsletter: https:\/\/landing.mailerlite.com\/webforms\/landing\/h8t2y6<\/a><\/p>\n

LinkedIn: http:\/\/linkedin.com\/in\/dee-s-knight-0500749<\/a><\/p>\n

Sweet \u2018n Sassy Divas: http:\/\/bit.ly\/1ChWN3K<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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